The ancestors' will

"How long are you planning to stay this time?" Futuo Xuan asked.

"Not long. Rumor has it that the Ancient Heavenly Palace will soon appear. I want to take a look," Futu Yijing said.

If possible, he wanted to see whether he could obtain One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.

Even if he failed, he would take it in stride.

If I gain it, that is my fortune; if I lose it, that is my fate.

Besides, he had already reached complete Earthly Sovereign and needed to venture out in search of an opportunity to break through to Heavenly Sovereign.

Having reached this level, breaking through to Heavenly Sovereign was something he had to consider.

Thus, he would not stay in the Futu Ancient Clan for very long.

"You've returned just in time for the inter-branch tournament. Would you like to enter and test the strength of the clan's younger generation?" Futuo Xuan asked.

Naturally, the Futu Ancient Clan's inter-branch tournament did not consist solely of bouts between Heavenly Sovereigns. The younger generation of each branch also competed.

The original novel had never mentioned this, but Futu Yijing had discovered it after transmigrating here.

Of course, just because the book had not mentioned something did not mean it did not exist. Now that he had transmigrated into this world, everything before his eyes was no longer confined to the descriptions on the page.

One book could not capture an entire world.

The younger generation's contests in the Futu Ancient Clan's inter-branch tournament proved that point.

Hearing Futuo Xuan's suggestion, Futu Yijing shook his head. "Grandfather, my cultivation is far beyond theirs now. There's no point in competing. I'd rather watch."

At this point in time, Futu Yijing's complete Earthly Sovereign cultivation placed him almost an entire league above the Great Thousand World's younger generation.

Over two hundred years of hunting the Outer Realm Evil Clan on the Saint Abyss Continent, he had set his sights on higher heights. Clearly, he had little interest in the younger generation, who were still at the lower Earthly Sovereign level or in the Supreme Realm.

His current position was also awkward. His complete Earthly Sovereign cultivation was utterly inadequate against a Heavenly Sovereign, yet fighting Earthly Sovereigns was like slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

Strictly speaking, moreover, Futu Yijing belonged to Qing Yanjing's generation.

Futuo Xuan nodded at Futu Yijing's words.

His grandson had already displayed his courage and prowess in battle two hundred years ago. Since then, he had spent another two hundred years fighting on the Great Thousand World's cruelest battlefield. Whether in cultivation, combat strength, or experience facing enemies, these greenhouse flowers within the Futu Ancient Clan could not compare to him.

"That... is fine too."

Futuo Xuan looked at the conspicuous scar along Futu Yijing's left jaw. It added a touch of cold severity to his striking, heroic face. Concern written across his own face, he asked:

"What happened to your face?"

Futu Yijing touched the scar, which he could no longer feel, and said in a breezy tone:

"A saber-wielding Demon Emperor did this. I killed quite a few Earthly Sovereigns from his race, which drove him into a fury. He chased me all over the Saint Abyss Continent."

Though he spoke as lightly as a breeze passing over clouds, being chased across the world by that fellow had left him in a wretched state. Back then, his hatred for that Demon Emperor had made his teeth itch.

As for turning the tables and killing the Demon Emperor, he could not have done it even now as a complete Earthly Sovereign, let alone back then, when he had only been an Upper Earth Sovereign.

A transmigrator's halo meant nothing before an absolute gap in strength.

Fortunately, he had the Endless Light Body-the Supreme Dharma Body with the strongest defenses in the Great Thousand World-to protect him. Otherwise, he would have become another departed soul beneath that Demon Emperor's blade.

"As long as you're all right." Futuo Xuan understood the hardships and dangers involved, but thankfully, his grandson had turned calamity into fortune and survived.

Otherwise, he truly might have left the Futu Ancient Clan to avenge his grandson.

As Futu Yijing's grandfather, he was by no means indifferent to him. On the contrary, he had paid close attention to his affairs over the past two hundred years.

However, as a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign, he knew very well that only the brave and fearless could charge down the path to Saint Grade. Futu Yijing had already demonstrated the talent to reach Saint Grade in the future, and he could not obstruct that path.

That was why he had chosen to give Futu Yijing free rein. Judging by his grandson's performance, Futuo Xuan was deeply satisfied.

After meeting Futuo Xuan, Futu Yijing headed to the Ancestral Pagoda.

In the deepest reaches of the Futuo Realm, atop an endless succession of mountains, stood a majestic stone pagoda whose end could not be seen. The entire structure radiated an incomparably ancient aura. This was the Futu Ancient Clan's Ancestral Pagoda.

Whenever a Grand Elder of the Futu Ancient Clan sensed that the end of their lifespan was approaching, they would enter the Ancestral Pagoda to pass away in meditation, leaving their power within it. The consciousnesses of these departed Grand Elders also lingered inside the pagoda.

It was here that Futu Yijing had gained the recognition of the ancestors within the Ancestral Pagoda and successfully cultivated the Endless Light Body.

Within the Ancestral Pagoda was a Grand Elder from ancient times, a spear-wielding Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign. During Futu Yijing's last visit, this Grand Elder had already taken a liking to this junior who likewise wielded a spear.

However, Futu Yijing had only been in the Supreme Realm then, and he had yet to cultivate the True Dragon Precious Technique to its utmost limit. Knowing well that biting off too much left one unable to chew, he had not immediately accepted this Grand Elder's inheritance.

Now was the perfect time for him to accept it.

Without lingering, Futu Yijing swiftly flew into the Ancestral Pagoda.

His arrival stirred the consciousnesses of several Grand Elders.

"Boy, it's been a long time since your last visit." An aged voice sounded beside Futu Yijing's ear.

Five consciousness forms manifested before him.

The elder standing in the center exuded a piercing aura. Even though he was now only a consciousness form, Futu Yijing could still feel that oppressive force.

The five figures before him were ancestors of the Futu Ancient Clan.

"Futu Yijing greets the ancestors."

"Have you come to the Ancestral Pagoda this time to accept my inheritance, boy?" The elder in the center looked at Futu Yijing with a smile.

"That is precisely my intention!" Futu Yijing nodded.

"I recall that you refused me last time because you had yet to cultivate your own divine ability to its utmost limit. It seems you've reached that limit now?" The smile in the elder's eyes deepened.

He was very fond of this junior who shared his surname, Futu, even though today was only their second meeting.

"That's right!" Futu Yijing nodded.

A spear appeared in the elder's spectral hand, radiating an aura that shook heaven and earth.

Futu Yijing knew it was the weapon this elder had carried into battle in ancient times.

"Then let me see just how formidable the divine ability that made you refuse my inheritance really is. Boy, attack me with all your strength!"

Futu Yijing drew a deep breath and took out his own spear. His expression turned cold and stern as a tremendous surge of blood vitality soared into the sky.

All five ancestors were somewhat surprised. To think that such terrifying blood vitality had gathered within this boy.

"Where did you go after leaving last time?" the spear-wielding elder asked curiously.

"The Saint Abyss Continent."

"Good! You're becoming more and more to my liking, boy," the spear-wielding elder said with a hearty laugh.