When Lu Ren saw the line of writing, his pupils contracted sharply. His arm jerked, and the book fell from his hand.
A bone-deep chill swept over him.
It felt as though an invisible hand behind him was controlling him, as though his every move had been part of someone else's plan.
"Son? Is the Eighteenth Ancestor my father? No... How could that be? The Eighteenth Ancestor has lived through several Immortal Eras!"
Lu Ren shook his head.
Suppressing his agitation, he reached out and pulled the book back into his hand from a distance. He stared hard at the writing. "Did the Eighteenth Ancestor foresee that I'd come here? But why did he call me his son?"
With that thought, Lu Ren touched the page with a fingertip and slowly turned it.
In an instant, dazzling light burst from the page, surging upward like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens.
The light gathered and took shape in the air, gradually outlining a towering, illusory figure.
It was a middle-aged man with a face sharp as if carved by a blade. His brow held the authority of one who looked down upon the world, and his presence made heaven and earth tremble.
When Lu Ren made out that familiar yet unfamiliar face, his mind reeled and his pupils contracted. His voice shook. "F-Father? How... how are you here?"
The middle-aged man was none other than Lu Aoxian.
Lu Aoxian fixed his piercing gaze on his son, and a knowing smile slowly touched his lips. "I am Gu Changsheng, the Chaos Clan's Eighteenth Ancestor. Of course I'm here!"
"What? You're Gu Changsheng... What... what is going on?"
Shock filled Lu Ren's face. For a moment, he could not take it in.
No wonder the Eighteenth Ancestor's portrait looked