Renegade Immortal

There are only three ancestral temples in the entire ancient clan. They are located within the imperial city of the three Yechu clans and beneath the three statues of the ancient ancestors.

Every adult ancient clan will go to the ancestral temple when they experience the third calamity, but they will not go too deep, just on the periphery. Only those from the royal family can go deep into the ancestral temple. , to overcome this calamity.

Throughout the ages, few people have the qualifications to retreat in the ancestral temple. Even the Great God, it is difficult to do so, because the right to open the ancestral temple is in the hands of the emperors of the past dynasties.

Wang Lin stood in the center of the Ancient Imperial City, under the huge statue of the ancient ancestor. Looking at the statue that seemed to rise from the sky, Wang Lin stood there in silence.

This statue is exactly the same as the statue in Daogu Imperial City. The ancient ancestor put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky and the earth with an expression of contempt and disdain. Before Wang Lin walked across the three Sky Bridges, he saw this statue in Daogu Imperial City and didn't have much impression.

But at this moment, the statue was different in his eyes.

The contempt and disdain in that expression were just superficial. Deep in its purpose, Wang Lin saw that there was a sadness hidden in it. The sadness seemed to be for himself and for all living beings.

"Who carved this statue of the ancient ancestor?" Wang Lin asked softly.

"Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Way,"..." Song Tian stood next to Wang Lin, also looking at the statue, and said slowly.

"After the disappearance of the ancient ancestor, the Great Heavenly Lord of the ancient path found three mountain peaks from nowhere, carved this statue himself, and then stood it in the imperial city of the three clans.

It is precisely because of this that I and other descendants of the ancient tribe can remember the appearance of the ancient ancestors and not forget them as time goes by. "

Wang Lin nodded lightly. He knew that a race must have a symbol and sustenance. Without this core spiritual existence, the race would not be able to reproduce for a long time and would slowly pass away over the years.

Obviously, this statue of the ancient ancestor and the legends are the symbols and sustenance of the three lines of the ancient clan. If this statue is there, the Mang clan is here! The Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Dao, as the guardian of the entire ancient clan, can see his wisdom in just this one thing.

Under the statue, there were only Wang Lin and Song Tian, ​​seemingly waiting for something silently.

Not long after, I saw faint murmurs coming from the direction of the palace in the ancient imperial city, and a dark light rose into the sky, heading straight to this place, surrounding the statue of the ancient ancestor, forming a circle. A dark halo.

Beneath the statue, between the feet of the ancient ancestor,

There was an arc-shaped door on the huge rock. The door was closed, but under the sun's dark halo, a roaring sound came from the door, and it slowly opened.

"Brother Wang, the ancestral temple is open and Song will not go in. Take care!" Song Tian clasped his fists towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at the opening door with a solemn expression in his eyes. Whether he could make Li Muwan qualified to enter the Ancient God Realm depended on whether he could obtain two more drops of soul this time through the third calamity of the Ancient Clan. Blood.

Holding a fist towards Song Tian, ​​Wang Lin took a deep breath and walked towards Yinzu Temple.

His steps were not fast, but every step he took was very steady. Step by step, he gradually walked to the fully opened door of the ancestral temple. Without any hesitation, he stepped inside.

The moment he walked into the ancestral temple, the door of the ancestral temple slowly closed. After only half a stick of incense, it closed completely with a bang.

The dark halo on the statue of the ancient ancestor gradually dissipated and turned into a rainbow again, flying towards the palace without any trace.

Song Tian stood there for a long time, sighed softly, turned and left.

Most of the clan members of the First Ancient Lineage saw the halo surrounding the ancient ancestor's statue, but not many knew about Wang Lin's entry. This matter was also banned by the First Ancient Emperor. Slowly, No one cares about this.

The entire Shigu lineage is no different from usual, but careful tribesmen will find that Prince Jidu was always away from home, but now, he has been living in the palace for a long time.

And the eldest prince, ten years later, was crowned king and left in disgrace to guard the border.

Five more years later, Prince Chiman, who was most likely to become the future emperor, was also canonized as king and left the ancient imperial city. In the next fifteen years, princes were crowned kings one by one and left one by one. In the past thirty years, the only prince still in the imperial city is the prince from Jidu!

In the past thirty years, Prince Jidu has been very quiet. He has not had much contact with the outside world in the palace. His status as emperor has been determined. He no longer needs to act secretly. As long as he is himself, he will be safe.

Thirty years later, when all the princes except him were crowned kings and left, the entire Shigu clan had already realized who the future emperor belonged to.

Gradually, Ji Du began to come into contact with the hidden strength and power of the ancient lineage, which belonged to the emperors of the past dynasties. He and his father would slowly hand over the transition in the remaining seventy years.

This is something that the three lines of the ancient clan need to do before the replacement of new emperors. During this period, it is also the quietest time for the ancient lineage.

Everything was going on, and Ji Du still maintained a good habit. Almost every morning, the first thing he did was look in the direction of the ancestral temple and watch silently.

He didn't know when he would see his adoptive father, Xi Guan, next, but Song He would not change his habit. Many tribesmen who later followed Jidu were very puzzled when they noticed Ji Yun's habit. Even if they inquired secretly, they didn't have the slightest clue. Slowly, as time passed, the matter became a secret. In addition to this habit, Ji Du has never forgotten Wang Lin's instructions in the past thirty years. He sent many strong men from the clan to Black Rock City, where he silently protected a woman. The woman is called Song Zhi. Over a hundred years ago, Song Zhi was not what he was back then, but now there are traces of time. She never knew that in this black city, there were many hidden people, including the city lord, and their life mission was because of her existence. Time passed without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, it was another twenty years. On this day, which was already fifty years since Wang Lin stepped into the ancestral temple, the entire Yegu lineage held a grand ceremony. This ceremony was not considered a gift from the emperor, but his wedding ceremony. He chose a descendant of Song Tian, ​​a woman named Song Yu, as his wife. This woman was very doted on by Song Tian, ​​and she was one of the few descendants who could personally listen to his teachings. This grand ceremony was held for several months. During this period, many members of the other two tribes and the royal family came to the ceremony, including those from the Qiuzhan lineage, who came to read the book. He was a middle-aged man. If Wang Lin saw this man's appearance, he would recognize him as very similar to Ye Mo. He is a descendant of Ye Mo. After the ceremony, when all the people who came had left one after another, on that night, with the bright moon hanging high and the earth revealing a silvery night, Ji Du took his wife to the temple of Jinzu.

The moonlight was soft and fell on the statue of the ancient ancestor. Gen was quiet. Jidu held his wife's hand. The woman was puzzled and walked towards the ancestral temple. Jidu stopped and stopped ten feet away from the door of the ancestral temple. He looked at the ancestral temple with a dazed look on his face. For a long, long time, he knelt there silently. The woman beside him was puzzled, but she did not ask. Instead, she walked with him in the temple ten feet away. Outside, he knelt down.

"Song Yu, what we worship is not the ancient ancestor." Ji Du said lightly. The woman was stunned.

"The one we worship is my adoptive father."

"Father?" The woman was quite surprised.

"Father, Jidu is getting married. He is marrying a descendant of Song Zun. She will be the queen of the ancient lineage in the future. I brought her here today to pay homage to my foster father!" Jidu looked extremely respectful. Respect comes from the heart and shows sincerity. He will always remember that everything he has gained now was given by Wang Lin. He will always remember that without Wang Lin, he would never become emperor again in this life. Even the woman next to him may not be his wife, but belongs to Chi Man.

"Father, there are still fifty years, even if the capital is within an inch of the new emperor, I hope that on that day, I can see the righteous man..." Shidu murmured, bowing to the ancestral temple. The woman beside him seemed to have remembered something. She looked at Zu Miao with shock in her eyes. She vaguely remembered that Song Zun, her old boss of the Song family, once accidentally mentioned something, the word "LV". When this name was mentioned, Song Tian's expression showed complexity and emotion, as well as a hint of admiration.

"King...Wang Zun..." the woman said softly. Ji Du did not speak, but knelt down and knelt there for a long time, then he took his wife and left silently, but the moment he walked out dozens of feet away. A voice came from the ancestral temple.

"On the day when you become the new emperor, your father will go." Jidu shuddered, turned around sharply, looked at the ancestral temple, and smiled on his face. Deep in the ancestral temple, Wang Lin was sitting cross-legged. His body exuded the smell of decay, and there were even large areas of withering. His whole body looked like a withered skeleton. But his eyes were still bright.

"The ancient clan suffered three losses and seven catastrophes. When I was in the cave world, I had already survived two losses and four catastrophes. I also survived the first of the third loss and three catastrophes."

"The third calamity of the ancient clan, the first calamity is the ancient blood of the sky! The second calamity is the ancient three-point god! The third calamity is the last calamity, a gift from the ancient ancestors!" Wang Lin murmured, looking ahead. , there is a stone tablet in front of him, and on that stone tablet is engraved the story of the ancient clan's three losses and seven calamities. For a long time, Wang Lin closed his eyes. In his mind, the voice that emerged when he survived the third loss and the first calamity and obtained a merchant soul blood tiger was echoed in his mind.

"If I let the sky collapse, the sky will collapse. If I let the earth die, the earth will be shattered! If I let all living beings perish, no one will survive. If I let the sky be without immortals, who will dare to survive... ..." Then he said at the end of the previous chapter that I have been in a daze recently, looking at the outline of the final division of the kingdom. I was in a daze for a long time before I started typing out each word. I don’t want to explode, I really don’t want to, not because I’m tired, but because I want to spend more time with everyone Yitian in the days when Xian Ni is over. Every time an outbreak occurs at this time, it is equivalent to one day closer to the end of slavery.