Lynn's voice echoed in her ear.
In that instant, Vivian froze.
"Huh?"
L-Lynn...
The divine young master's name is Lynn?
But why does this name feel so familiar... as if she had heard it somewhere before.
And in the next moment, Vivian suddenly trembled.
"L-Lynn?!" Vivian exclaimed (ΩДΩ), "Isn't... isn't that my ancestor's name?!"
No... no way!!
Why would the divine young master have the same name as her ancestor?!
Could... could it be...
An expression of absolute shock appeared in Vivian's eyes.
Seeing Vivian's shocked expression, Lynn's lips curled into a smile, feeling quite pleased inside.
Heh heh...
She finally understands...
That's right!
I am the ancestor of the Violet Family, the one enshrined at the highest position in your ancestral hall.
Lynn's lips curled as he said:
"Just as you're thinking, I am..."
"Divine young master, you truly are my ancestor's most devoted fanboy!!"
Vivian excitedly jumped up immediately, her eyes sparkling with tears of emotion:
"To even name yourself exactly the same as my ancestor, I'm... I'm so moved! As a descendant of the Great Lord of Violet, Vivian is truly touched! Waaah!"
Buzz—
The smile on Lynn's face instantly froze.
Vivian was overwhelmed with emotion.
She recalled their earlier encounter in the city.
When the divine young master had spent over ten minutes praising her ancestor with such moving words...
At that time, she only vaguely thought he was just a fanboy of her ancestor...
But now it's absolutely confirmed!
O(╥﹏╥)o!
So touching!
As expected of ancestor, to have such a powerful being worship you for at least a thousand years...
As your descendant, Vivian is basking in your glory!
The divine young master is really something...
To directly take the same name as ancestor.
His admiration is overflowing!
If his worship goes any deeper, wouldn't he end up looking exactly like ancestor?!
(✪ω✪)!
[Favorability +10]
[Favorability +10]
"Wait a minute!" Lynn finally regained his senses and said through gritted teeth:
"You've misunderstood my meaning, what I meant was..."
He took a deep breath and looked at her solemnly, saying: "I AM your ancestor."
"..."
"..."
Instantly, silence fell around them.
Vivian stood there dumbfounded, staring at Lynn in bewilderment.
Seeing Vivian's expression, Lynn sighed in relief, shook his head, and said with dead-fish eyes:
"I know it's hard to believe, but this is the truth. Since my rebirth, I haven't used that form for a very long time, but in front of you..."
"I can make an exception and change back once."
In an instant.
Under Vivian's dumbfounded gaze,
Accompanied by waves of light, Lynn's body slowly began to transform.
The next moment, an aloof figure appeared before Vivian - a tall man wearing a crown and purple armor.
This was the form he had maintained for thousands of years.
The most well-known image of...
The Great Lord of Violet!
Buzz—
In that moment, waves of mighty power radiated from his body.
It was the Great Lord of Violet's royal aura, the majesty of a ruler who had governed countless people.
Seeing this sight,
Even the Sword Puppet trembled and instinctively bent its knees, kneeling down.
Vivian was stunned.
"This... this..."
Lynn maintained his regal dignity, gazing at her with complex and profound eyes, saying:
"Now you should have no more doubts..."
Vivian's whole body shook as she stared at Lynn and mumbled:
"It looks... it looks..."
Lynn started, "What?"
And in the next moment.
Vivian let out an incredulous cry, immediately jumping up and exclaiming shakily:
"A-Amazing!! As expected of divine young master! Even your imitation is so perfect, it looks exactly like the ancestor's image Vivian saw in the paintings!!"
Vivian was so excited she started screaming.
✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡
As expected! As expected!
I knew it, with divine young master's devotion to ancestor...
He's already changed his name, how could he not transform to look like ancestor too?!
Vivian guessed it right away!
So moving!
It's enough to make one cry!
True love!
This is definitely true love!
[Favorability +100]
[Favorability +100]
Waaah—
Lynn stood there dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth, "Imi... imitation?"
"Waaah! So amazing! Really amazing! Your devotion to my ancestor is truly professional level! I can't hold back anymore!"
Vivian happily rushed over instantly, clinging to Lynn like an octopus, rubbing against him like a squirrel hugging a tree.
So amazing! Really too amazing!
If she could marry ancestor's biggest fanboy!!
She could feel both husband's love and father's love...
Waaah, just thinking about it makes her want to cry with joy!
Great ancestor!!
Can you see this?!!
Vivian hasn't failed your teachings, she's really found someone incredibly powerful and amazing according to your template!
"..."
"..."
Lynn was stunned.
The Sword Puppet beside them was also frozen in place, mind buzzing.
The wind whistled in through the window,
This... this...
Lynn said numbly: "Look carefully, I'm not imitating... I AM your ancestor..."
Vivian (～￣▽￣)～ said:
"I see clearly, I see clearly! Geez~ Vivian knows you're my ancestor's fanboy!"
"Don't worry, as a descendant of the great Great Lord of Violet, you don't need to worry about portrait rights if you want to imitate! I'll authorize it on ancestor's behalf!"
"..."
"..."
The wind whistled in through the window.
Blowing past Lynn's dumbfounded expression.
"You've got to be kidding!!"
Lynn exploded in frustration, yanking Vivian off himself and holding her up in the air, saying through gritted teeth:
"Don't just arbitrarily interpret my meaning!! I'm saying I AM your ancestor, not roleplaying, not a fanboy, but your actual blood-related ancestor!!!"
Vivian was stunned by Lynn's shout.
Being held up like a small animal by Lynn, her limbs dangling in the air, swaying back and forth.
After a brief moment of confusion.
The ahoge on her head lit up like a light bulb with a 'ding'.
Her eyes brightened, (๑＞︶＜)و saying: "I understand."
Lynn sighed in relief, "That's good!"
Vivian spread her arms, eyes shining brightly: "It's cosplay!"
"..."
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
