“I’m Ancient, I was born before the world appeared and survived before the world began. However, before me, there was still the celestials. Since the celestials want to make me their slave, let me destroy them!

“If I fail, my descendents will be enemies of the celestials for countless generations, until no celestials remain!

“Nine drops of soul blood. I gifted them to my three sons to lead my Ancient clan. When the nine songs and three signs appear, wait for my reincarnation, wait for my inheritor to appear…”

Wang Lin was sitting inside the ancestral temple, and his body had withered like a corpse. His white robe was loose and looked like it was merely draping over his body.

In his mind, this voice echoed for 50 years. At first it was only like a murmur, but as time passed, the voice became even more intense, like a roar.

Now it was as if someone was constantly roaring in his ear. The heaven-defying will and unwillingness in this voice made Wang Lin’s...