In an instant, a fierce gale howled, sweeping away the remnants of clouds!
The ancient ruins erupted with a golden light, and a phantom figure holding a long sword slowly emerged from the ruins!
His figure was majestic, clad in ancient battle robes, the sword in his hand radiating a sharp, piercing glow.
The phantom's face exuded an imposing aura without the need for anger.
The grandfather and granddaughter of the XuanYuan Clan were so overwhelmed with emotion that they could hardly contain themselves. Supporting each other, their eyes brimmed with excitement.
They shouted incoherently, "Ancestor Xuanyuan! It matches! Everything matches!"
"It's exactly like the portrait!"
The old man's eyes turned red, "Ancestor! It really is the Ancestor! Our XuanYuan Clan is finally going to regain its glory!!"
He looked at the phantom figure of Ancestor Xuanyuan, tears streaming down his face.
This was the legendary ancestor of the XuanYuan family, a mythical figure mentioned countless times in the family's stories.
He was the one who founded the Xuanyuan Sect, but unfortunately, after provoking a powerful figure, he vanished into the annals of history!
However, the direct lineage of the Xuanyuan Sect was sent away, eventually developing into the XuanYuan Clan.
But as time passed, the XuanYuan Clan gradually lost the inheritance methods of the Xuanyuan Sect.
As a result, today...
The XuanYuan Clan was no longer what it once was!
The family was on the brink of decline, about to be swallowed up by other forces.
Following the guidance of their family rituals, they had calculated that the ruins of the Xuanyuan Sect would appear in Jiang City tonight!
They had come here with just a glimmer of hope.
But who would have thought!
It was actually true!
"Ancestor... our XuanYuan family is saved..."
The old man's voice choked with emotion.
Beside him, his granddaughter, Xuanyuan Yu, was also overwhelmed with excitement, clutching her chest. She exclaimed in delight, "Grandfather, I feel a strange surge of spiritual energy within me."
"That's the resonance of our bloodline! Yu, you are the treasure of our XuanYuan Clan in this generation! Only you are worthy of inheriting the ancient legacy of the Xuanyuan Sect!"
Hearing her grandfather's words, Xuanyuan Yu looked up at the phantom figure.
Her eyes trembled.
Only I... am worthy?
For some reason, Xuanyuan Yu suddenly felt a sacred sense of mission welling up inside her.
The scene was chaotic and noisy.
Countless people pulled out their phones, snapping pictures of the phantom figure emerging from the ancient ruins.
Their expressions were as if they had seen something incredibly rare.
Click! Click!
The flashlights flickered.
This seemed to anger the phantom, as Ancestor Xuanyuan's eyes suddenly opened in fury.
In an instant, the gale roared once more, sweeping up dust and broken branches from the ground, tearing the clouds in the sky into shreds.
Golden light surged from the ancient ruins, like golden torrents, making the phantom figure appear even more divine.
All the phones in the area went black and stopped working.
Seeing this, Ancestor Xuanyuan slowly opened his mouth, his voice resonating like a bell, shaking the hearts of all who heard it: "Ten thousand years have passed, and today the bloodline of Xuanyuan reappears. Why do you disturb this place?"
His voice carried an endless sense of authority and inquiry, as if scrutinizing everything before him.
Everyone present felt a tremor deep within their souls.
The elder of the XuanYuan Clan quickly stepped forward and, under the gaze of everyone, knelt down with a thud, answering in a trembling voice, "Ancestor, we did not mean to disturb. We only seek the protection of our ancestors to restore the glory of the XuanYuan Clan."
With tears in his eyes, the old man continued, "The legacy of the Xuanyuan Sect has reached its end!"
"Ancestor, please help us! Let the legacy continue!"
Hearing this, Ancestor Xuanyuan's gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing on Xuanyuan Yu.
He nodded slightly, as if in response, or perhaps in contemplation.
"My descendants... have only reached this level of cultivation?"
At these words, Xuanyuan Yu blushed with shame.
Indeed, her cultivation was only at the Great Completion stage, which made her a genius among her peers.
But in the eyes of warriors from ancient times, it was truly insignificant.
The next moment, Ancestor Xuanyuan sighed softly, "Very well."
"If my descendants uphold righteousness and protect the world, there will come a day when glory is restored."
His tone turned serious, "Heir, step forward."
"Yes!"
Xuanyuan Yu stood up excitedly and walked forward.
She looked up at Ancestor Xuanyuan, her heart filled with excitement.
The ancient legacy!
As long as I inherit this legacy, not only will I restore the glory of the XuanYuan Clan, but I will also stand at the pinnacle of this world!
The phantom of Ancestor Xuanyuan raised his sword, and the sword light transformed into starlight, flowing toward Xuanyuan Yu.
She closed her eyes, feeling the endless surge of power within her body.
The old man of the XuanYuan Clan watched with excitement in his eyes.
The ancient legacy!
Wonderful! Our XuanYuan Clan is about to rise again!
Just as everything was proceeding smoothly,
on the side,
Su Muwan was utterly speechless.
What the heck!
Heaven, are you out of your mind?!
In the previous life, this ancient ruin didn't have anything like this! Why is it appearing now?
Can anyone relate? The legacy is talking!
She couldn't help but glance at Qin Luo, blinking her eyes as she said, "Qin Luo... it's up to you now."
She had to rely on Qin Luo now, just in case.
She wouldn't make a move herself.
Who knows what might happen next!
As for Qin Luo,
[Detected antagonist's intent]
[Requesting host to resolve the current situation!]
[You may use loyalty points to instantly resolve the situation. Cost: 500]
[Current loyalty points: 2330]
[Reward: Devouring Spirit Art (ignores legacy conditions, forcibly devours legacy to strengthen oneself)]
Hearing this, Qin Luo turned to Su Muwan with a smile, "Don't worry, Miss."
"In Jiang City..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly.
A dark aura surged from his palm.
Then,
Qin Luo smirked, pointing toward the sky, his gaze sharpening, "No one can take what belongs to you, Miss!!"
As his voice echoed,
Boom!!
The dark aura shot through the clouds, overwhelming the golden light, then surged like a violent torrent, rolling through the air and swiftly devouring the fading golden afterglow.
The entire sky suddenly turned dark, as if covered by a thick curtain.
Next,
to the shock of everyone present,
Boom!!
A massive black banner slowly emerged from the dark aura.
"The Ten Thousand Demon Banner!!!"
Wang Gang, who had seen much of the world, naturally recognized this object.
He was deeply shaken.
Master Qin... actually has something like this?!
The banner's surface was entwined with countless twisted evil spirits, writhing and emitting spine-chilling howls.
The banner itself seemed alive, swaying in the air, releasing an oppressive aura of evil.
Bang!
With the appearance of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner,
the legacy ceremony was interrupted.
"Cough!!"
Xuanyuan Yu felt a sweet taste in her throat, and a mouthful of blood spilled out.
The legacy backlash had struck!!
Xuanyuan Yu collapsed to the ground, her face pale.
The excitement on the old man's face instantly turned to horror.
He looked at Qin Luo in disbelief.
He never expected that someone would dare to interrupt the legacy ceremony!
His mouth hung open as he pointed at Qin Luo, stammering, "Y-you... you actually interrupted the legacy ceremony?!"
Qin Luo remained standing, his gaze cold.
He walked leisurely toward the old man, then raised his hand.
Slap!!
"Ugh—!"
The old man was slapped to the ground by Qin Luo.
His expression was dumbfounded.
Why did he suddenly hit me?
"Old fool,"
Qin Luo looked down at him with disdain.
"You think you're something, daring to come to Jiang City to steal opportunities?"
"As for..."
He then looked up at the phantom of Ancestor Xuanyuan, whose expression had turned grim after the ceremony was interrupted. Qin Luo raised his hand, summoning the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, and sneered, "As for you, a relic of the past,"
"kneel before my Miss and beg for forgiveness, and I might let your legacy continue!"
"Otherwise!"
"Your XuanYuan Clan's legacy will end here and now!"
"!!!"
The golden phantom's breath hitched, "You dare!!"
Su Muwan blinked.
Though it was just a phantom,
she felt like its expression had twisted slightly.