The Same Ancestor
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The Same Ancestor
The Same Ancestor
"Smash, smash, smash!" "…"
As a stone door was pushed open, a secret room appeared in front of Feng Hao's eyes.
This secret room was constructed from a special material and could be soundproof. Moreover, even a Heaven Grade Eye Technique would be blocked by the special material. Therefore, no one could peep into what was happening inside.
The secret room was not big, only around twenty square meters. The walls were embedded with resplendent Martial Crystals, illuminating everything in the secret room.
After closing the secret room, Elder Feng slowly walked in. As he looked at the delicate and handsome youth in front of him, his face was filled with excitement and anticipation.
"Where's Ancestor Feng Ni?"
Elder Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the various emotions in his heart. Only then did he ask the question.
"Ancestor …"
The expression on Feng Hao's face dimmed as he said in a sorrowful voice, "Ancestor has already passed away for many years …"
"He has passed away …"
Hearing this, Elder Feng's expression froze as he sat down in a daze.
Feng Hao sighed softly. He walked to the side and carefully took out Feng Ni's skeleton after laying out a piece of beast skin.
Although it was a skeleton, it was like an immortal's skeleton. There was a faint light and a strange aura rippled out, as if it was an immortal's skeleton. It was intimidating, causing people to unknowingly have the thought of prostrating themselves in worship.
Feng Hao knelt down and kowtowed nine times, respectfully paying his respects.
"Ancestor …"
Elder Feng rose to his feet and stared at the skeleton. His elderly eyes slowly welled up with tears as his body trembled slightly. He took a few steps forward and fell to his knees. He actually began to weep. His sobs were choked with sobs and his expression was extremely miserable.
The old man's emotional appearance immediately caused Feng Hao to be stunned. He did not understand why the old man would lose his composure like this.
"Ancestor!" "…"
The old man cried out sorrowfully with tears in his eyes.
"Ancestor, how could you have the heart to abandon our branch and leave just like that? Wuuuu …"
The old man began to cry like a child.
This was an outpouring of his true feelings, without the slightest bit of pretense. Feng Hao, who was at the side, felt a lump in his throat as tears rolled down his cheeks.
As he listened to the old man's sorrowful laments, Feng Hao also understood the cause of the matter...
The Feng Clan, after countless years of inheritance, was divided into a Clan Master and six Supreme Elders. Each Supreme Elder led a branch, so the Feng Clan was divided into six big branches and many smaller ones. However, all of the smaller branches were attached to the six big branches and were under the control of the six Supreme Elders.
Then, there was the Hall of Elders. Every branch could choose an elder to enter the Hall of Elders.
The old man in front of him was called Feng Heng, and he was one of the members of the Hall of Elders. Strictly speaking, he belonged to the Feng Ni branch. Back then, it was because of the glory of the Imperial Bloodline. However, after Feng Ni left, it completely collapsed. Now, this branch had been suppressed by the other branches, and it was reduced to a small branch without anyone managing it. It could not even integrate into a large branch.
The reason was very simple. It was because their branch's Feng Ni had lost the Imperial Weapon of the Feng Clan, causing the Feng Clan to fall into desolation and even to the point of extinction!
This crime was too great. Even now, everyone in this branch had been living in remorse!
If it wasn't for the fact that blood was thicker than water, and that the Feng Clan's Emperor had once left behind a family rule, the disciples of the Feng Clan could compete with each other, but not kill each other, this branch might have been eliminated long ago.
However, it was inevitable that they would be pushed out.
Fortunately, the Third Elder of the six Supreme Elders would sometimes take care of this branch. Otherwise, this branch might have died out by itself.
Even so, the number of people in this branch was the smallest in the Feng Clan. There were less than a hundred people!
The reason was because they wanted to atone for their sins and search for the Imperial Weapon. It was also because the people who supported this branch had entered each of the forbidden areas. That was why this branch had withered so quickly!
"In another hundred years, I will enter the forbidden area to search for my Feng Clan's Imperial Weapon!"
Feng Heng's eyes were filled with determination and determination.
From his point of view, this was the responsibility and obligation of his branch, and it was also something he had to do. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want this branch to die out, they would have entered the forbidden areas long ago!
To them, being alive was also a kind of tribulation!
A tribulation from the soul!
After all, the reason why the Feng Clan was in such a desolate state today was all because their ancestor had lost the Imperial Weapon. What they had to do was to atone for their sins as much as possible. Even if they had to pay with their lives, they wouldn't hesitate!
"Imperial Weapon?"
Feng Hao was slightly startled.
"Oh right, why did Ancestor Feng Ni leave behind your bloodline? Why can't I find you? "
Feng Heng asked in confusion.
"This is the will of Ancestor Feng Ni."
With a flip of his hand, Feng Hao took out the beast skin blood letter and handed it to Feng Heng. Then, he knelt down and heavily knocked his head on the ground. He couldn't get up. "Ancestor, I've made you suffer!" Feng Heng was already more than eight hundred years old!
Feng Heng's hands trembled slightly as he held the blood letter. Tears once again appeared in his eyes.
"That's right. Back then, in the Nephrite Ancient Ruins, a Saint's tomb was opened and a ferocious beast escaped. Ancestor Feng Ni must have been afraid that the ferocious beast would bring disaster to the world, so he sacrificed himself and buried his bones in a foreign land."
The old man said slowly with a trembling voice.
"I never thought that Ancestor Feng Ni would actually go to a small kingdom. Why have we never thought about it in that direction?"
The reason why he didn't think about it was mainly because back then, Feng Ni was already a person who was about to become a saint. Who would have thought that he would fall in a small kingdom?
As he spoke, the old man's gaze fell on Feng Hao again. He took a deep breath, but he still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He asked with a trembling voice. "Where's the Imperial Weapon?"
"Hmph!" "Hmph!"
Following a clang, the God Slaughtering Sword appeared from within Feng Hao's body. It floated there and constantly swayed, emitting a vast and incomparably great aura that could crush everything.
"God Slaughtering Sword! Imperial Weapon! "
Looking at the mighty and resplendent longsword, the old man's eyes were blurred with tears as he sobbed.
This was the foundation of the Feng Clan. Without it, the Feng Clan would not be able to stand at the peak. It was also the treasure that the Great Emperor of the Feng Clan had left for his descendants to protect the clan!
"Buzz! … "
As if it had sensed the bloodline connection, the God Slaughtering Sword slightly swayed and let out a mournful hum. Immediately, the atmosphere in the secret room became even heavier.
After thousands of years, the Imperial Weapon was finally going to return to the Feng Clan. This meant that the glory of the Feng Clan was about to begin …
However, after thousands of years of desolation, the Feng Clan's foundation had been worn down to the point that there was not much left. Compared to the other clans in the Imperial City, it was not even worth mentioning and could not compete with them.
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