He curiously asked, "Why do so many people in the Sword Tomb dislike her?"

Mu Qingyou suddenly didn't know what to say: "Because of her great-grandfather..."

"No matter what Tang Zijing did, isn't she still a victim?"

Ying Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.

Mu Qingyou narrowed her beautiful eyes and questioned, "How do you know all of this?"

Ying Changsheng was silent for a moment, his eyes deepening.

He didn't answer the question, but turned to leave, his lips slightly moving:

"Frida's Schizophrenia..."

This noble young master from the Ying Family glanced at those cloaked Pseudo Ancestors, his gaze profound and serene.

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A massive snow mountain housed a pitch-black aircraft, with terrifying explosions erupting from the sky.

This is the battlefield between humans and the Ancient God Clan, or rather, the hellish clash between Pseudo Ancestors and Ancestors. The cloaked individuals from the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion wielding flying swords, slice through the thick glaciers and snow-covered earth with sword edges seemingly emerging from the depths of hell, cutting through the enemies' fiery bodies at will.

The snowfields churn with numerous thick cocoons, pulsating intensely like hearts. When cut open, monstrous creatures resembling dragons or flood serpents roar out, only to be split into halves by the coarse sword edges!

Terrifying heat steam on the ground, melting the snow, as thick fog rolls.

This is the Dragon Nest the Kui Dragon Ancestor constructed for itself, this ice mountain reaching heights over ten thousand meters.

It has already surpassed Mount Everest.

Mountains have been eroded by its dragon body.

It used its flesh and bones to create a multitude of Ancestors, who serve as its people.

This is an ability unique to the Ancient God Clan; for the exalted Ancient Supreme, creating numerous Ancestors at their peak is easy. Only the conditions to create a Primordial are relatively stringent, for those are tremendously great beings, seen as unattainable gods by mortals.

But for Ancestors, the life level of these freshly nurtured beings is not that strong.

After all, the life level of an Ancestor is actually comparable to that of human Ascenders.

Such hastily hatched beings are likely incomplete and malformed.

Especially ones interrupted before complete hatching; their combat power is notably reduced.

The real threat, however, is not the Ancestors but those Divine Servants!

The Pseudo Ancestors from the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion massacred wildly, all to escort one person to the mountain top.

Booming!

Terrifying dark clouds lingered over the sky, their grotesque profiles fleeting amid lightning and thunder, as vast volcanic ash spread out as if to engulf the world.

A towering snow mountain had a staircase seemingly forged from molten lava, leading straight to the sky.

The sides of the staircase bore numerous grim bones, ascending felt like treading over countless corpses.

Primordials have methods to easily alter terrain; this is the nest it built for itself.

"The clock chimes summoning everyone, as they gazed deep into the essence of time, beneath them walked a stranger, shocking a few odd dog barks, followed by silence, I widened my eyes staring at you, they gently guided you to leave, as something seemed to stir in the darkness," someone softly said.

This is a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke, an Austrian poet.

It's named "Hypnosis."

When Tang Ling was very young, her great-grandfather often recited this poem.

Actually, childhood memories had already become quite blurry.

But she doesn't know why those forgotten memories surged along with the wind and snow.

Suddenly she recalled many years ago, it was just like this snowy winter, her great-grandfather held her as they left their northern hometown, arriving at a southern city named Magic City.

At that time, the Tang Family had many siblings, but they all vanished one by one, leaving only her to be doted upon. She once believed it was a favor only she could receive, only to later realize how ridiculous it was.

At that time, she thought she was on a tour; she remembered seeing a poster at the cinema entrance for "5 Centimeters per Second," where the main characters were separated by a passing train. There were giant Christmas trees on the street, piled with gifts from merchants, and the aroma of octopus balls filled the air.

Whatever tantrum she threw, no matter how unreasonable her requests, they were always fulfilled. Sometimes she felt like a princess, receiving the world's affection.

That once, her great-grandfather again satisfied her requests, taking her to eat and play at the snack street, holding her to watch an animated movie, playing fireworks in the snow like other children, and seeing the sea.

Until one night, her great-grandfather led her to a place called Deep Space Building.

At that time, a dignified woman approached, inspecting her as if examining goods.

Many years later, she finally understood that woman changed her life.

"My name is Taihua, you can call me President, from today onwards you're my successor, I will arrange specialized teachers for you, be mentally prepared, my demands will be stringent." That woman named Taihua turned and walked away without mercy, as someone led her to a car.

She thought she encountered a trafficker, crying out for her great-grandfather.

But her great-grandfather stood amidst the swirling snow, looking at her expressionlessly, then turned to leave.