The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

The day before the grand ceremony, at the main gate of the Beidou Sacred Site.

The Holy Lord, along with a group of peak masters and elders, waited there, and Feng Zhi was among them.

As the morning light peeked through the sea of ​​clouds to the east, it tinged the four characters "Beidou Sacred Land" on the cliff face with a golden-red hue.

The sunlight imbued the spiritual energy into reality, wrapping around everything like a thin veil, with the occasional sound of water droplets echoing through the air.

Occasionally, a beautiful bird would fly by, its clear and melodious cry echoing in the air for a long time.

The entire mountain gate is blessed with natural beauty and auspicious signs.

Feng Zhi looked into the distance, the mountain breeze causing his dark gold imperial robe to flutter in the wind.

Beside him, Bei Shenfeng and the other chiefs lined up in order.

At the very front was a gaunt old man.

He was hunched over, his eyelids drooping, and he looked dazed and confused, as if he had just woken up.

But his aura exuded an incomprehensible pressure.

This is the foundation that Bei Shenfeng awakened from his ancestral land, here to hold the fort!

Because the person who came today is no ordinary big shot!

Feng Yuan, the third uncle of the Feng family, came in person.

That was an old monster who had cultivated himself into a half-saint in this difficult era!

Only one step away from that sacred realm!

Looking across the entire Eastern Wilderness, the number of people who can be considered equal to him in terms of cultivation can be counted on one hand.

Although Bei Shenfeng is a Holy Lord, he is not up to par in terms of cultivation and seniority!

According to the tacit understanding between the yakuza forces.

Since the other side has sent out a Supreme Elder, Beidou must also have an ancestor of the same cultivation level to oversee things. We cannot be disrespectful, nor can we diminish Beidou's importance.

Moreover, the arrival of the Feng family carries a greater weight among the human race than any other extreme power!

So before dawn, Bei Shenfeng went to the ancestral land and took this person out of the coffin.

The gaunt old man yawned, turned his head to glance at Feng Zhi, and his voice was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other:

"Kid, is it one of your family members coming later?"

Feng Zhi bowed slightly: "Yes, Ancestor. But I've never been back before, and this is our first meeting."

According to the rules of the Holy Land...

Those who choose to remain dormant and transform into their foundation are all ancestors, whose cultivation levels may vary.

But everyone who voluntarily seals away their inner strength deserves respect!

The old man stared at Feng Zhi for a while, his gaze lingering on the space between his eyebrows, before looking away.

"The Holy Land has taken in a fine disciple. These days, there aren't many young people who are both talented and know their place." The old man's tone was very satisfied with Feng Zhi.

"You don't need to worry about the Feng family making things difficult for you."

"I am a close friend of Feng Yuan, and I know him well!"

"He is exceptionally stubborn about family ties."

"I remember him telling me back then..."

"He has a nephew who wants to marry a commoner."

"That is, when your ancestors were expelled from the family, Feng Yuan was the only one who dared to slam his fist on the table in the ancestral hall."

"He was adamant that no member of the Feng family should be left behind! He said that even if they died, they should be buried on Feng family land."

The old man paused here, as if recalling something from a very distant past.

"But back then, his words carried no weight, and banging on the table was useless."

"Afterwards, he wanted to bring your lineage back, but he was imprisoned for five hundred years because of it. When I saw him again five hundred years later, his hair was half white..."

"Ha, this stubborn one, still so persistent after five hundred years."

"Unfortunately, your imperial bloodline had already fallen into slumber by then, sealed by cause and effect, and could no longer be found."

"If it weren't for you coming to Beidou, awakening the Human Emperor's Body, and revealing the cause and effect."

"Otherwise, even if he were a demigod now, he wouldn't be able to find a single trace!"

"So he came today..." Feng Zhi began, his voice somewhat hoarse.

From this perspective, it was his ancestors who owed the other party something...

"Silly boy, what else could he be here for? He wants to take you back to your ancestral home, for the sake of the family, and perhaps out of guilt."

After the old man finished speaking, his eyelids drooped again, and his tone returned to its lazy state:

"Let me ask you this: do you hate the Feng family for driving away your ancestor?"

The wind stopped and silence fell.

From the perspective of the family, the ultimate family must maintain the purity of its bloodline, which is an ironclad rule that has been passed down for countless millennia.

That ancestor insisted on marrying a mortal, breaking the rules! He was expelled from the family, which, from the Feng family's perspective, is nothing to say.

But... Feng Zhi is a descendant of that mortal ancestor.

Without that mortal ancestor, there would be no him! It's a contradiction.

"There is no right or wrong, and I can't bring myself to hate. If my ancestors hadn't been mortals, I wouldn't exist," Feng Zhi replied.

The old man snorted at the answer, it was unclear whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Feng Zhi did not speak again.

Just then! The sea of ​​clouds surged.

A black flag embroidered with the character "wind" sailed to the end of the Heavenly Ladder.

Behind the banner were two parallel rows of armored guards, their armor engraved with the Bagua diagram, the symbol of the Feng family.

In the center of the guard was a chariot pulled by four mythical beasts resembling Qilin.

The vehicle was covered with intricate patterns and countless battle scars, as if telling a story from ancient times.

Following the chariot, several figures flew through the air in succession.

Looking at them, Feng Zhi sensed that every aura was unfathomable! They were at least at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm!

The four mythical Qilin beasts slowly came to a stop outside the mountain gate. The chariot landed, and the light of the array patterns dimmed layer by layer.

Feng Gan, the patriarch of the Feng family, stepped forward first. His face was imposing without being angry, but there was a hint of undisguised complexity in his eyes.

After he stopped, he did not move forward, but stepped aside and bowed slightly.

An elderly man slowly stepped out of the car.

He leaned on a dragon-headed cane, his body hunched over, but when he raised his head, his eyes swept across the mountain gate square.

Everyone felt an invisible sense of oppression.

That wasn't a deliberately released pressure, but rather the aura naturally emanating from someone with half-saint cultivation.

Even the spiritual energy surrounding the mountain gate silently retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Feng Yuan, the Supreme Elder of the Feng Family.

The gaunt old man spoke first, no longer looking like he hadn't woken up yet, his face beaming like a chrysanthemum.

"Haha, old friend, it's been a thousand years! I've missed you terribly!"

Feng Yuan leaned on his dragon-headed cane and looked up at his old friend above the steps.

"It's been a thousand years, and you're still the same old rascal." Feng Yuan shook his head, exuding a casualness that only old friends who have known each other for thousands of years can share.

The gaunt old man walked down the steps at a leisurely pace.

With each step, a golden lotus phenomenon would appear beneath one's feet.

He stopped three steps in front of Feng Yuan, looked him up and down, and said with a sigh:

"You've aged quite a bit! Back when we last met in the Central Region fighting the alien races, your hair was still black."

"You talk as if you're not old." Feng Yuan's gaze swept over the withered old man's face.

"Judging from your appearance, you've probably just been dragged out of a coffin, haven't you?"

"Of course," the gaunt old man said, shrugging.

"Before dawn, our Holy Lord disturbed my sweet dreams, saying that a big shot from the Feng family had arrived and that I, an old man, had to come and make a scene."

"Who is it that has such great influence that it made me crawl out of my coffin? Well, it's you." He turned his head and gestured with his chin towards the Northern Divine Wind.

"Alright, Kamikaze, we've got the guy, stop being so tense."

"This old man and I have known each other for thousands of years. No need for all that formalities. Go and prepare a feast."

Upon hearing this, Bei Shenfeng flashed away and went to make preparations himself.

The gaunt old man took another half step forward, his smile gradually fading as he lowered his voice: "Old man, shouldn't we get down to business?"