"Why me?"
Old Ninth did not understand the Ancestor's intentions.
Why did he have to find someone to inherit his legacy?
Were the Transformed really so accommodating?
The Ancestors were all ruthless killers, terrors upon the mortal world.
Old Ninth did not believe the other party would be so kind.
"You already possess an illusion special ability. You are the chosen one destined to inherit my Thousandfold Illusion." The Ancestor chuckled. "Human illusions are worlds apart from my illusion realm. Illusions are all unreal, but my realm is half real and half false. Within it, you are a god."
"The Heavenly King passed on his legacy to ensure the Human Race's survival. What are you doing it for?"
Old Ninth asked warily.
He already had a Black Old Ninth inside him, constantly coveting his body.
If the Ancestor wanted to come back to life in his corpse, things would really get interesting.
"Because I cannot accept it."
The Ancestor sighed. "Sunlit killed me. I cannot accept it."
"The Heavenly King has already passed away..."
Old Ninth was displeased.
Although he had not spent long with the Sunlit Heavenly King, the man's devotion to his country and people had earned Old Ninth's admiration.
"No, I don't hate Sunlit. I hate my elder sister."
The illusion realm began to shake with the Ancestor's anger. "In that great battle, my sister betrayed me."
"What do you mean?"
"When Sunlit unleashed his full-strength attack, she struck me from behind, using my life to hold Sunlit back before finally killing him."
"I want you to avenge me."
The Ancestor snapped, "If you refuse, I will trap you in this illusion realm forever."
"Sure, no problem. I accept."
Old Ninth nodded without hesitation.
He agreed so readily that even the Ancestor froze for a moment.
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