Chapter 1865 The Birth of the Second Ancestor
"Don't worry, old friend...!"
The scribe king's voice trembled: "My adopted son has embarked on the path of deceiving the human race. Now that he has created the Red Armor, the human race will rise again!"
"I will also do everything in my power to protect King Feixue!"
At this moment, an ice bead slowly condensed on Turing's brow, and his face gradually turned pale.
"Not enough!" Turing shook his head: "Would the King be willing to accept my remnant soul?"
The king, the writer, suddenly looked up and stared at Turing…
At this moment, a second ice bead appeared on Turing's brow.
Then, it spread across his forehead, hair, and facial features...
The infection spread rapidly down his neck...
“Your Majesty, Turing is merely a fragment of his soul, soon to vanish into nothingness.”
Turing sighed again: "Rather than vanish, it is better to bestow upon the king a great destiny!"
"My old friend, I will send you back to the Land of Beginning!" Upon hearing this, the Book King was moved to tears.
"That's too late!"
Turing spoke bitterly: "The King and the Ancestral Witch Turing share the same bloodline. In billions of years, I have only met the King!"
"When I first met the king, Turing intended to possess his body and take on a true human form... But I am still the ancestor of humanity, how could I make things difficult for my descendants?"
Turing spoke slowly, his eyes filled with complexity and reminiscence.
A layer of frost gradually spread across his entire body...
"Now, with your life force, Your Majesty, after assimilating my fragmented soul, it is enough to support your journey to the universe."
"Your Majesty, remember this: after you reach the universe, seek out the Sun Star. The Ice Cleansing Law within your body will be resolved for you by the human race!"
"But...but only the king...!"
Turing suddenly hesitated again: "Your bloodline is still too weak, even if I am just a fragment of the Ancestral Witch's soul... After merging, I don't know if you will be the Writer or Turing...!"
As he finished speaking, Turing slowly raised his head and looked at the Book King, his eyes filled with even greater complexity.
The marks of time and vicissitudes are etched upon him.
"Does it make a difference whether it's the Writer or Turing?" The Writer King seemed relieved.
"If my old friend takes a fancy to my frail body, just say the word!"
"We are bound by loyalty and blood, and we both wish to dedicate our lives to serving the human race until our dying breath!"
"It makes no difference whether the writer does it or Turing does it."
"If my old friend can truly return to the human world by borrowing the body of the book's author, it will be a blessing for the book's author and for our human race!"
The writer's face showed composure.
It was as if being truly devoured by Turing would be a great blessing.
At that moment, Turing gazed at the Book King, lost in thought.
The king, who was writing the book, also looked into his aged eyes, which held only composure and determination.
An ancient ancestor of the human race, a sorcerer god, died in battle and willingly forged himself into a weapon to continue guarding the human race... for billions of years, unwavering until death!
A human king in the present world devoted his entire life to the survival of his people, sacrificing his own life, reputation, honor, and all other interests.
The two shared the same bloodline talent and the same will; one lived, the other died, seemingly traversing countless ages. At this moment, their eyes met…
Turing's skin began to crack, and his hair and robes slowly withered away with the ice...
Turing's ethereal soul broke free of his flesh and blood, transforming into a thread of divine soul that slowly sank into the brow of the Book King...
The soul power, though seemingly thin, was dazzling with nine colors, and at that moment, the void trembled.
It was as if the darkness in the void had transformed into endless waves, surging and turbulent.
It was as if some terrifying creature was emerging from the void, yet it was fighting with someone.
It was as if a sigh, filled with sorrow, came from the darkness, transcending time and space...
Turing's soul completely merged into the body of the Book King, and at this moment, the Book King's life force suddenly erupted...
In an instant, he soared from being comparable to a first-level god to a second-level god.
Next came level three... level four...
A layer of frost slowly spread across the body of the writer, King.
He slowly raised his cracked palm.
After Turing's body crumbled, he left behind an ancient paintbrush.
It instantly disappeared into his hand, and then, as if melting, seeped into his body.
Immediately afterwards, the Book King took his first steps and headed towards the universe.
The old man's face was cracked and full of pain as he staggered.
……
"Lie Mei is dead!"
The first major domain, the region where the Wood Clan resides, stands before a colossal tree comparable in size to the world.
A beam of light slowly coalesced into the face of an old man.
The human face was covered in wrinkles, with white hair and black eyes. At the same time, a terrifying aura swept through the Wood Clan's territory!
The trunk of the giant tree slowly revealed the face of an old man.
The old tree opened its eyes, saw the face before it, and its majestic trunk trembled violently.
It swiftly transformed into human form, its tentacles embracing the human face, and it respectfully bowed in worship.
"Old Mu greets the Second Ancestor!"
No one knew that the mighty Wood Clan Ancestral God would be so humble and subservient to the Second Ancestor of the Angel Clan.
At this moment, even his body was trembling violently.
"Lie Mei died in the Ninth Domain," the Second Ancestor said.
Mu Weng seemed hesitant to respond, as he had already learned of Lie Mei's death beforehand.
"Lie Feng died in the Tenth Domain, and Lie Mei died in the Ninth Domain. Neither of them could send back any messages!" the human-faced man said angrily.
Only then did Mu Weng cautiously speak up: "Second Ancestor believes it is related to that new human emperor?"
The Second Ancestor came to find him, surely because of the battle with the new human emperor a few months ago.
That time, the mandate of heaven was alarmed, but the new human emperor was not killed.
Now, Lie Feng was killed by Xuan Ming in the Tenth Domain... Lie Mei died an even more mysterious death in the Ninth Domain.
The ninth domain is adjacent to the tenth domain.
Moreover, in the Tenth Domain, the human race had already fallen. Xuanming conquered 70% of the beings in the entire Tenth Domain, but did not kill any human beings!
The interconnected design makes it hard not to draw connections...
"I want all your memories of fighting against the new human emperor!"
The Second Patriarch finally revealed the purpose of his visit.
If it were any ordinary creature, the old man would have already turned hostile if he dared to be so arrogant... but facing the second ancestor of the Blazing Sun Clan...
Without hesitation, Mu Weng transformed a memory into a soul imprint and transmitted it to the space between the eyebrows of the human face.
Immediately afterwards, the human face closed its eyes.
After a long while, when he opened his eyes, his face was ashen!
"So that's how the Human Race's Celestial Array works!"
Ordinary ancestral gods are unaware that the human race possesses this strange and powerful formation.
But he is the second ancestor who lived to this day during the ancient imperial era.
I already knew about the Celestial Array that Emperor Yi Wangyu had personally created!
"So that's how it is. The human race... they've been hiding their true intentions well!"
With the Second Ancestor's keen insight, he understood everything almost instantly.
The next moment, the human face slowly dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind a wooden old man with a blank expression.
He still didn't know what had happened.
……
Meanwhile, in the heartland of the Angel race.
The Temple of the Second Ancestor shook violently, its gates, which had been tightly closed for countless billions of years...
It opened with a bang...
