Gu Jianlin gazed into the mental sea of this Ancestor, and it was from a first-person perspective.
The turbulent memories of Ancient Times surged forward like a flood, immersing him in the boundless river of history. From the cold depths of the silent universe to the majestic Ancient God Realm, the journey ultimately descended upon a battlefield filled with clashing weapons and ironclad steeds.
Amidst the endless yellow sand, a young boy clad in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns stood. He looked so youthful, barely over fourteen, yet commanded tens of thousands of troops galloping across the battleground, overseeing countless lives and deaths.
Clearly amidst the mortal world, yet seemingly detached from its worldly confines.
Golden brilliance lit up his eyes, and his silhouette grew taller inch by inch, illuminating the heavens and the earth.
"An Ancestor—merely so."
