"…"
Liu Xiaojiang sat on the bed of the hotel and slowly opened his eyes. His strange, pitch-black eyes returned to normal, but his pupils, which were originally no different from those of the people around him, had somehow turned into a dark red color similar to blood.
"I didn't expect that at the very end, I would leave just like that …"
Liu Xiaojiang sensed the additional information in his mind. When he looked down at his hands, he had completely mastered all the abilities of this powerful body.
However, the information left behind by Yinggou before he left, except for the method to control his abilities, didn't contain any memories of his past experiences. It was as if Yinggou didn't want him to inherit the hatred as well, as if it was as Yinggou said before.
And the reason why he could successfully control everything in his body meant that Yinggou had completely disappeared from this world …
From now on, there would no longer be any existence of Yinggou the Corpse Ancestor in this world. There would only be the one exception who had inherited the identity and abilities of the Corpse Ancestor — Liu Xiaojiang.
"It doesn't matter if it's the old gods of the West or the ancient ancestral gods of the East …"
Liu Xiaojiang recalled the disappearance of Yinggou and the silver-haired girl, Gabriel. He couldn't help but put his elbows on his thighs thoughtfully. Then, he rested his chin on his hand and muttered to himself.
"Gods … Angels and the like … Forget about them. After all, I don't know much about them …"
"But if Yinggou was at his peak, he would probably be stronger than the average immortal. Even though he reincarnated time and time again because of the hatred in his heart and was defeated by the Heavenly Dao time and time again and time again, he was still strong enough even though he was only left with a wisp of his soul. In the end, he could only leave quietly."
"In this day and age, ascending to the heavens …"
After all, Liu Xiaojiang was a person who pursued the Dao. Even though he preferred the ordinary life of the mortal world and didn't regard ascension as the most important thing in his heart, it would be a lie to say that he didn't have any thoughts about it …
However, after being influenced by modern culture, even though he had joined Mount Longhu and embarked on the path of pursuing the Dao, he was still dubious about ascension. After all, no one knew where the predecessors who ascended in the legends went or what they did after they ascended.
Regarding the matter of ascending to the heavens,
Liu Xiaojiang had asked Yinggou about it before, but he didn't get the clear answer he wanted. Because in Yinggou's era … there was no such concept as ascension.
Even the Human Emperor Xuanyuan and the mighty people under him were not called 'gods' by other weak races. The only beings who were close to the concept of 'gods' were the powerful beings who were called 'Saints' back then.
So according to Yinggou's words …
… Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou's … … Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou … Yinggou … to Yinggou … Yinggou.
However, when Yinggou began to reincarnate, take revenge on the Yellow Emperor in the world, and try to destroy all the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, he did not encounter the so-called 'gods' once. It was just that he lost every time to the human race supported by the Heavenly Dao, and he did not witness the ascension of any human with his own eyes.
Moreover, during this period, it was not that there were no powerful humans, but without exception, they were all ordinary humans, and their strength was definitely not comparable to Yinggou's peak. As a result, the strongest human cultivator he had ever seen was at most at the level of a random captain in the army back then.
The main reason why Yinggou's countless reincarnations had all failed was that every time he failed, he would be weakened a lot. Moreover, as the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, the humans also had the support of the rules of the Heavenly Dao behind them.
Gods, humans who had ascended to the heavens …
These legendary fellows, even when the human race seemed to be about to be destroyed, did not appear in front of Yinggou once, nor did they secretly provide any help to the younger generation of the human race.
Therefore …
After asking Yinggou personally, Liu Xiaojiang felt that ascension might be a more dignified way of martyrdom …
In addition …
Although he did not understand how the old gods of the West existed, nor did he understand why there were still people of the old gods in the world, the silver-haired girl Gabriel, especially after discovering the embarrassing situation in her body, might have fully confirmed Liu Xiaojiang's guess.
After all, the gods who had existed for a long time in the myths and legends were already like this. How could ordinary people still ascend under such circumstances, and they even wanted to become powerful gods with a mortal body?
Since it was such an inexplicable and unconfirmed thing …
Then what was the point of talking about success or failure?
"Both hands aren't qualified. The legendary ascension might be equivalent to martyrdom …" Liu Xiaojiang thought about it and shook his head helplessly.
"Am I destined not to be a human …"
"It seems that this world doesn't allow me to continue being a human …"
…
At the same time …
A sneaky figure came to the front desk of the hotel. Although this person was not wearing a Chicago Police Department uniform, the police ID in his hand made the receptionist trust him immediately.
After the receptionist understood the identity of the other party, she couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man in front of her with a bitter smile and said, "Sheriff Joe, it's already so late. Can't you give us a way out?"
"Ahem …" Sheriff Joe put the ID in his hand back into his pocket, then put his finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture to the hotel receptionist.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble for your hotel. I just want to ask … if there are any strangers who have checked in in the past two hours, especially those without identification."
"… Is that so?" The hotel receptionist heaved a sigh of relief when she knew that the other party was not here to cause trouble, but when she heard the other party's question, she smiled bitterly again.
"Mr. Sheriff, we run a hotel. How dare you ask me if there are any strangers who have checked in …"
"Cut the crap!" "I'm asking you if there are any undocumented guests in the last two hours. If there are … tell me their room numbers and give me their room keys." Old Qiao scolded in a low voice, dissatisfied.
"This isn't in line with the rules, not to mention that you didn't search …" Before the hotel receptionist could finish her sentence, she saw a black muzzle pointing at her head. She immediately swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
"I'll check the records for you now!"
"Hurry up!"
"Understood! My Mr. Sheriff! I'll cooperate fully with you! "
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