The hall was extremely large and empty. Apart from the throne at the very front, there was nothing else, not even the most basic of pillars. It was unknown how the roof of the hall had been built. A white-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back next to the throne at the very front. He did not give off any aura, but he gave off the impression that he had become one with the world.
Jianchen and Ming Dong walked side by side, finally stopping at the centre of the hall. They clasped their hands towards the white-robed figure at the same time, "Greetings, senior."
"Sigh …" The person sighed deeply. It was just a single word, but it was filled with a sense of vicissitudes. Afterwards, the person slowly turned around. Only then did Jianchen and Ming Dong see his appearance clearly. He was actually a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties. He had a shrewd appearance.
The white-robed man stared at Ming Dong the entire time. His ordinary gaze seemed to be able to see through the mysteries of the world. Nothing could hide from his gaze. After a long while, the white-robed man sighed again. He shifted his gaze away from Ming Dong and looked into the sky. It was as if he could see through the roof of the divine hall and into the nine heavens. He sighed deeply, "It's been five thousand years … five thousand years. One day, I've finally found your descendant. I can finally fulfil your final wish."
"Five thousand years!" Jianchen and Ming Dong were shocked when they heard that. Could it be that this middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties was an old monster who had lived for five thousand years? However, the two of them did not hear what the middle-aged man said after that.
"Sigh …" The middle-aged man seemed to think of some past matters. He sighed repeatedly before his gaze landed on Ming Dong. He smiled and said, "Child, come here."
Ming Dong dilly-dallied, nervously making his way forward. He called out respectfully, "Senior!"
A palm-sized piece of jade that shone with a jade-green light appeared in the middle-aged man's hand. As soon as the piece of jade appeared, Ming Dong's expression changed. He was unable to move his eyes away from the piece of jade.
"Child, do you feel like there's a wondrous calling to you, making you lose control of yourself?" The middle-aged man looked at Ming Dong with a smile and asked gently.
"Yes, senior!" Ming Dong's gaze never left the ancient jade.
"This piece of jade has been with me for five thousand years. It was given to me by your ancestor in the past. It contains his life's knowledge, and he told me that if I found his descendant one day, I should give this piece of jade to him. Now, I can finally help my old friend complete his dying wish." The middle-aged man's voice was filled with the vicissitudes of life. He waved his hand and the ancient jade, wrapped in an invisible force, slowly floated over to Ming Dong.
Looking at the ancient jade floating in front of him, a strong call from his bloodline appeared in Ming Dong's heart. Ming Dong almost uncontrollably reached out to grab the ancient jade several times, but he forcibly restrained himself. His mind was full of doubts. Everything that was happening right now was making him feel like he was in the clouds.
Ming Dong sorted out his thoughts and looked at the middle-aged man in white robes. He asked in doubt, "Senior, did my ancestor really leave this piece of jade behind? Also, who is my ancestor? Don't tell me you've got the wrong person. I've never heard of my ancestor before. "
"Sigh …" The middle-aged man sighed again. His voice was filled with sorrow as he murmured, "What a day. I never thought that after five thousand years, even your descendant would not remember you." The middle-aged man's voice was filled with sorrow. He then looked at Ming Dong and asked, "Child, what's your name?"
"Senior, I'm Ming Dong," Ming Dong replied.
"Ming Dong, Ming Dong. What a good name," the middle-aged man murmured. The middle-aged man murmured a few words before saying, "Child, let me tell you what happened to the Ming family five thousand years ago."
The middle-aged man pondered for a while before raising his head to look at the sky. As if he had sunk into his memories, he slowly said, "Five thousand years ago, your Ming family could be regarded as a powerful clan. At that time, a genius appeared in your Ming family, breaking through to Earth Saint Master at the age of thirty. He was your ancestor, Ming Yitian."
"Your ancestor Ming Yitian and I met by chance. We became good friends and created a mercenary group together. We traveled the world and experienced countless life-or-death battles. We went through life and death together countless times, crawling out from piles of corpses. As a result, your ancestor Ming Yitian and I became good friends who went through life and death together."
"A hundred years later, your ancestor Ming Yitian and I both reached the peak of Heaven Saint Master at the same time. During those hundred years, the two of us grew tired of being mercenaries, so we left the world of mercenaries at the same time. We came to a remote forest to undergo life-or-death cultivation, preparing to reach Sainthood."
"Ten years later, the two of us broke through to Saint Ruler at the same time. After that, we emerged from seclusion and traveled the Tian Yuan Continent. We explored many places of despair and gained some benefits. A few dozen years later, both your ancestor and my strength increased by quite a bit. In the end, we decided to enter the Death Nest. In a moment of carelessness, I was attacked by a curse. One day, your ancestor, Ming, used his own body to block the curse for me in order to save me. He sacrificed himself to protect me. "
The middle-aged man became extremely stern when he reached there. His expression was filled with uncontainable grief. He heavily said, "The Death Nest is the most dangerous place on the Tian Yuan Continent. Even with our strength as Saint Rulers, we were unable to protect ourselves in there. The power of the curse was just too terrifying. Even with your ancestor's strength, he was unable to resist the corrosion of the curse. In the end, he only had two months to live."
"After knowing that he was definitely going to die, your ancestor quietly returned to the Ming family so that he could spend his final days contentedly. However, he never expected that when he returned to the Ming family, everything had changed. The glorious Ming family no longer existed. More than 30 years ago, they were wiped out by an enemy we had once provoked. As for the descendants of the Ming family, they were nowhere to be found."
"As your ancestor and I spent all our time roaming the Tian Yuan Continent, our whereabouts were unpredictable. Who knows how far away we were from the Ming family long ago, so we had no idea that the Ming family had been wiped out."
"Such a tragic fate filled your ancestor with grief. He had never thought that his clan would end up in such a miserable state when his life was about to come to an end. Back then, I was standing beside your ancestor, so I understood his feelings extremely well. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die. Two streams of blood flowed from his eyes."
"Afterwards, your ancestor and I searched the entire world for the person who had wiped out the Ming family. It was a pity that although we were quite powerful back then, there were only the two of us, and we had offended quite a few clans in the past. Coupled with the fact that over thirty years had already passed, many people had already forgotten about the Ming family's destruction. As a result, many clues had been cut off. In just two short months, we didn't find any useful information at all. We didn't even know if there were any descendants of the Ming family who had managed to survive by luck."
Speaking until here, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly became sorrowful. He said in a low voice, "Two months later, your ancestor left this world with a face full of regret and unwillingness due to the power of the curse. Before he died, he used his divine sense to engrave everything he had learned in his life into this ancient jade and entrusted it to me. If I meet a descendant of the Ming family one day, I will give this jade to him. It can be considered as fulfilling his last wish."
"I was filled with grief when he left. Not only was he my best friend, but he was also my best brother. He died for me, so I took the piece of jade he had entrusted to me before he passed away and traversed the entire Tian Yuan Continent in search of the person who had wiped out the Ming family, as well as any descendants of the Ming family who might have survived. I searched bitterly for three hundred years and destroyed many organisations that could have been the culprit, but unfortunately, I was unable to find any descendants of the Ming family at all. This has always been my greatest regret."
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh. He looked at Ming Dong gently and said, "It's a good thing that the heavens have eyes. I never thought that I would come across a descendant of the Ming family five thousand years later. If he knew about it one day, he would be able to rest in peace."
Ming Dong had become stunned long ago after listening to the middle-aged man's story. The middle-aged man's words had shocked him far too much. It was an extremely great blow to his soul, so he struggled to accept it for a moment.
He had never thought that the Ming family would have such a glorious and tragic story.
Jianchen was stunned by the middle-aged man's words as well. What shocked him even more was the middle-aged man's strength. He was a supreme Saint Ruler, and a Saint Ruler from five thousand years ago. He was a supreme existence that Jianchen could only look up to.
The middle-aged man slowly arrived before Ming Dong. He looked at Ming Dong like a senior looking at a junior, but also like he was looking at his own descendant. His gaze was filled with love and concern. It was extremely complicated.
"Child, you must have come to participate in the Mercenary Tournament that happens once every fifty years, right?" The middle-aged man gently asked Ming Dong.
Ming Dong nodded in a daze. He still hadn't recovered from the shock of what had just happened.
"Are your parents still alive?" The middle-aged man continued to ask.
"Yes. My parents have always lived in a mountain village, but my grandfather fell off a cliff and died when I was young while hunting in the mountains," Ming Dong replied.
The middle-aged man gently sighed. His face was filled with sorrow as he said, "Once the tournament ends, I'll go with you and bring your family over. I'll take care of them for Yitian. I can't just watch Yitian's descendant live such a difficult life. As his brother, I've let him down. I owe him far too much."
"Thank you, senior!" Ming Dong was overjoyed. With the middle-aged man's care, it would be difficult for his family not to live a happy and peaceful life. After all, this was a Saint Ruler from five thousand years ago and a hall master who was revered by Heaven Saint Masters at the very least. Many people would never be able to see such an expert in their entire lives.
The grief on the middle-aged man's face slowly faded away. He smiled and said, "Child, your ancestor and I are best friends. There's no need for you to call me senior. If you don't mind, you can call me uncle Tian."
"Yes, Uncle Tian!" Ming Dong called out respectfully.
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