"Let him in. You may leave!"
An aged voice came from inside the wooden house.
"Lu Ren, go in," Lu Lanxin said.
"Mm."
Lu Ren nodded, crossed the courtyard, and entered the wooden house.
A man wrapped head to toe in black, with a silver mask over his face, rose from beside an ancient zither.
The aura emanating from the man felt strangely familiar to Lu Ren. It was the aura of divine power.
"Greetings, Ancestor!" Lu Ren bowed.
"You walked the path Lu Aoxian could not," the man said in an aged voice.
"Ancestor, what do you mean by that?" Lu Ren asked, utterly puzzled.
The man removed his silver mask. "My name is Lu Taixu. My father was Lu Shendao. The name that should have been carved on the tablet in the Lu Clan's ancestral hall is Lu Shendao!"
Lu Ren started at the sight of his ancestor's face. It had been burned beyond recognition and looked terrifying.
"Lu Taixu... Lu Shendao..." Lu Ren murmured, dazed.
After a long while, Lu Ren came back to himself and asked, "Ancestor, Bai Tianming said the Lu Family was hiding a world-shaking secret. What is it?"
Lu Taixu stared hard at Lu Ren. "My father, Lu Shendao, was the one who founded the Divine Dao!"
"What?"
Lu Ren's face filled with shock.
His ancestor was the one who had founded the Divine Dao.
He had never imagined that the Divine Dao, now fallen into decline, had been founded by his own ancestor.
"In its day, the Divine Path Great World grew tremendously powerful. At its peak, there were seven Divine Path Great Worlds, and the cultivators who practiced the Divine Dao were beyond counting. Even the Immortal Dao of today falls far short!" Pride showed plainly in Lu Taixu's eyes as