Ye Sen wanted to chase after them, but the Spirit Tribe ancestor raised his hand and stopped him. The three Holy Spirits all looked at him respectfully.
However, there was still some fear in their eyes because they didn't know when these ancestors would lose their intelligence.
"Let them be. That thing will come sooner or later. We can't avoid it, but at least it won't threaten the Divine Spirit Continent first!"
The Spiritual Ancestor turned around and glanced at them. "You have to be prepared. This day will come sooner or later. Whether the Spiritual Race can survive or not depends on you."
The three Sacred Spirits frowned. In the Spiritual Race's records, it was the end of the world when all life would be destroyed. Even the ancestors weren't sure if they could survive the great calamity.
Ye Sen finally understood that these ancestors didn't have the ability to stop Zhu Que and Ye Tianze. They just let Ye Tianze go and transferred the danger to the Chaotic Continent.
While these ancestors still had intelligence, Ye Sen asked, "Ancestors, may I ask how we can survive the great calamity?"
"Find the Heavenly Craftsmen Race and borrow the Epochal Boat. There is a glimmer of hope that we can survive the great calamity," the Spiritual Race ancestors said in unison.
The three Sacred Spirits were stunned. They knew that the Heavenly Craftsmen Race had disappeared for a long time. No one had been able to find them for thousands of years.
The middle-aged living being was about to ask where to find the Heavenly Craftsmen Race when the Spiritual Race ancestor suddenly joined the formation and stopped answering.
Accompanied by a blinding formation light, the countless Spiritual Race corpses were all sucked back and merged into the formation. Finally, they turned into an origin and disappeared.
As for the Starry Gate, it closed.
"When the end of the world comes, we will awaken again. When the time comes … we will lend you a hand …" A voice was heard.
Chaotic Continent, Southern Border.
"Grandfather, the Heavenly South is after the mountain in front. Hang in there. When we reach the Heavenly South, Young Master Lan said that he will arrange for the best doctor to treat you. You …" At the border between the Heavenly South and Southern Border, Tang Tianjun carried the old man and ran quickly.
Tang Tianjun's body was covered in injuries. The old man's aura was very weak, but his eyes were still bright.
"Grandfather wants to ask you a question. Answer me honestly," the old man said.
"Grandfather, don't say anything …"
"Shut up! I'll ask, you answer. "
"Grandpa … you … you can ask, I will definitely answer you."
"Tianjun, do you still remember your mission?"
"I remember. After the bloodline recovers, we will revive the Futian Clan and lead our people out of this predicament." Tang Tianjun's eyes were wet. He had a bad feeling.
"Have you memorized the Divine Sorcerer Art?" The old man asked.
"I … I … I remember!" Tang Tianjun's tears fell in an instant.
Although he was straightforward, he was not stupid.
"It's good that you remember it."
A comforting smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face. "Lastly, promise me one more thing. You must promise me that you will marry a wife and have a child … Cough, cough, cough …"
"Grandpa, I beg you … Don't say anymore. I will promise you anything, but … but … I hope that you will stay with me … stay with me …" Tang Tianjun choked with sobs.
The old man raised his hand and slapped him, but it seemed very weak. After he slapped him, his heart ached. "Silly child, no one in this world can live forever. Everyone will grow old and die. The person who will accompany you for the rest of your life is not me, but your belief, your future partner … Listen to me, the Futian Clan will bleed, but not cry!"
Tang Tianjun wiped the tears from his eyes, but they still fell. This was the person who had accompanied him as he grew up. This was the person he trusted the most, but he was about to leave him.
"Grandpa … I promise you … I promise you … But … after I marry a wife and have a child, they will still … still need you … still need you to teach them how to hunt, teach them …" Tang Tianjun said.
"Silly child, I will always be by your side. I will watch you marry and have children. I will watch them …" The old man's aura was getting weaker and weaker.
His life had been too oppressive. The curse in his bloodline had caused him pain and depression his entire life!
It had been a long time since he had fought to his heart's content like this. He was not in pain, but he was a little regretful that he did not die on the battlefield.
The blood of the Futian Clan was the blood of war. It was born for battle. Dying on the battlefield was his greatest wish in life.
Looking at the blue sky, looking at the child who had grown into a man, his eyes were filled with gratification.
He had already taught him everything that he could teach during this period of time. How far he could go in the end would depend on himself.
With a slow sigh, the old man suddenly sang a song, a song that had been banned from the human race for a long time!
"At the beginning of the Absolute Beginning, there was my race."
"Ten thousand years of blood hatred, the sea cannot be pacified."
… … …
"Demons in power, bullying me for my weakness."
"With the body of an ant, can you fight or not …"
"Fight or not! Fight or not … "
His voice was a little low. It was not as passionate, but it was filled with an undying will to fight …
Suddenly, his body glowed with vitality. He broke free from Tang Tianjun's back. He looked at the sun in the distance and rushed towards it.
Tang Tianjun turned around to chase after him, but he was shouted at, "Get lost, or I will die in front of you right now!"
Tang Tianjun was a little hesitant. He faced the sun and looked into the distance. He saw more than ten figures rushing towards them. They were the Acheron assassins and the strong warriors of the Dutian Clan.
He held the war blade in his hand, his arm trembling slightly.
At this moment, the battle song sounded again. This time, the voice was loud and clear, reaching the Nine Heavens, "Fight or not, fight or not! Repair my spear, sharpen my armor … "
"Fight or not! Fight or not! "
"Until my blood runs dry, I will not stop fighting!"
The old man rushed towards the sun. His body released a monstrous will to fight, scaring the Acheron assassins out of their wits.
The old man of the Futian Clan had caused them to lose a lot of soldiers. Even the cold-blooded assassins of the Acheron Clan felt respect for him.
In their eyes, the old man was shining brightly. He stood there like a mountain. No one could move him, and they did not dare to take a step forward.
Tang Tianjun turned around and walked away. The song was getting further and further away from him. His tears wet his face, his clothes, and his weak heart.
When this heart was broken, a new heart would break out of the shell. He was no longer a "silly child" because no one would call him a silly child anymore.
"Fight or not! Fight or not! "
"God bless our clan, God bless our emperor!"
His tears fell and stopped. The song was getting further and further away, but his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier. He was now the leader of the Futian Clan.
The mountain that supported his growth had collapsed!
But he promised his grandfather that he would lead the Futian Clan to rise again. He promised his grandfather that he would marry and have children, and that he would continue the Futian Clan.
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