Within the Thunder Region, aside from lightning, there was only lightning. The arcs of lightning intersected and collided with each other. It was filled with a violent and destructive aura, ready to devour everything.
Yes, he is the master, and I have his bloodline?
In order to confirm, Fenghao asked again.
He didn't dare to believe that his ancestor could possess such power.
Not only did he kill the Thunder Turtle, the son of the Black Tortoise, but this stalwart assassin before him was definitely an existence that surpassed the rank of a Martial Honor. Yet, such an existence was only a servant of his ancestor!
Then, just how powerful was this ancestor of the Feng Clan?
Why would such a powerful clan be located in the West Mist Country, which was only a mid-ranked kingdom?
Furthermore, it was only a small clan within the kingdom. Why didn't he leave anything for the clan?Not even a message.
Feng Hao couldn't accept all of this.
Why would a clan with such a powerful cultivator fall to such a state?
That's right, I am the descendant of my master, and I have my master's bloodline!My master had said that the person who has his bloodline is my new master!
The stalwart man spoke dryly, and regained his cold and emotionless demeanor. He stood there respectfully, like a puppet.
Master's descendant?New master?
Feng Hao's heart shook, and he recalled the words of the stalwart man before.
He was following the unknown ancestor of the Feng Clan, but the Black Tower here had been built for thousands of years.
Doesn't that mean that this stalwart man has lived for thousands of years?
That's impossible!
A normal person can only live for a hundred years at most, and every time they break through to the next realm, they can live for another hundred years. In other words, even a Martial King can only live for eight hundred years at most.
But this stalwart man has lived for thousands of years, or even longer!
How did he do it?
Then, who is he?
Taking a deep breath, Feng Hao's eyes surged with a purple flame, as if he could see through everything in this world.
I am Number 13!
An emotionless voice came out from the stalwart man's mouth.
Isn't he human?
Through his purple pupils, Feng Hao could see that the heart of this burly man who called himself number thirteen had already stopped beating. However, there were threads of sparkling light flowing within his body. These threads contained boundless power. If they were to explode in an instant, the entire West Mist Royal City would be sent flying.
That was why Feng Hao asked such a question.
He felt that Number 13 should have died a long time ago, and that he was only surviving by relying on the sparkling energy in his body.
That energy actually gave him a familiar feeling …
Elder Fen!
That's right, every time Elder Fen appeared, he seemed to have this kind of energy. It was just that there was a huge difference in purity. However, the type of energy was definitely the same.
Essence Qi?
I'm number thirteen!
The tall and sturdy man was still like this, shaped like a wooden puppet, only able to speak.
Number thirteen.
Fenghao furrowed his brows.
This number thirteen was obviously just a code. In other words, there were still numbers one to twelve in front of it.
Thinking about it, Feng Hao was shocked.
There were actually thirteen men with such power, or even more.
How terrifying was this Feng Family?How could they have such a powerful servant!
Faintly, Feng Hao's emotions were in a mess.
He found that he could not understand his own family more and more.
The originally ordinary Feng Family had now become extremely mysterious, and even terrifying.
Why did the Feng Family have such a powerful ancestor?Why did the Feng Family become like this?Were the other servants like number thirteen all killed?Who was the enemy?Who had such power in the Golden Regret Dynasty?
He could not answer every question.
Also, why did he have that inexplicable heat after eating the demon beast meat?
Perhaps, Elder Fen knew all of this, but at that time, he was too weak, so, he did not know.
Huff!
Exhaling a long breath, Feng Hao knew that if he wanted to know all of this, he had to have absolute strength.
But now, in front of this number thirteen, he had no strength to resist. So, if he knew the reason, what could he do?What could he change?
It would only add to his troubles!
What exactly was it?
Feng Hao really wanted to know why this tall and sturdy man, who clearly had no signs of life, was still alive.
Puppet?Puppet?
The man did not know how to answer, so, he could only ask Elder Fen in the future. Moreover, faintly, Feng Hao felt that Elder Fen knew all of this. The good thing he was talking about might be this number thirteen!
Then, from now on, I'll be called thirteen.
After thinking for a while, Feng Hao said to number thirteen.
Good master.
Number thirteen still answered very dully, standing next to Feng Hao, like a bodyguard.
Hmm.
With regards to this loyal and powerful bodyguard, Feng Hao was not dissatisfied. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a smile.
After guarding this place for thousands of years, there was no doubt about his loyalty.
Thirteen, I want to go and worship the ancestor. Open the way!
The lightning under this pit was too dense, and Feng Hao could not move an inch. If he wanted to stand, he had to lean against the rock wall. Therefore, he had no other choice but to ask number thirteen for help.
Yes, master!
After responding, number thirteen's eyes lit up, and a majestic aura spread out from his body, forming an energy field that isolated all the lightning in the surroundings.
Following number thirteen, Feng Hao walked toward the place where the Feng family's ancestor died.
Walking to the side of the cross-legged figure, number thirteen stepped aside.
In front of him was a rather complete body, but its face could no longer be seen. Only the bones were left, and the body was wearing a very smooth long robe. After thousands of years, there was no trace of decay.
Looking at this skeleton, Feng Hao had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He could imagine that the Feng family's ancestor was definitely an influential figure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill the Thunder Turtle.
Even such a figure couldn't escape death. After thousands of years, he would only turn into a cup of dirt. Compared to ordinary people, he was not much different. He just lived for a few more years.
However, didn't people cultivate to live for a few hundred years?
How could people not die?
This thought suddenly jumped into Feng Hao's mind.
Even Wu Huang could only live for nine hundred years. Only the Saints, who could overturn heaven and earth, could live for more than a thousand years. However, even Saints couldn't escape death.
Then, how could they live forever?
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