Seeing Xian Yi's neither servile nor overbearing manner, the Ancestors of Sorcery were not angry at all. Instead, they approved of him.
Only people with the same Ancestral Magus bloodline could be so calm in front of them and not be affected.
Otherwise, he would have knelt down like Da Yi and Chi You.
"Are you a member of the Great Yi Clan?"
Emperor Jiang said.
"Yes, sir!"
"Why is your bloodline aura so strong?”
Emperor Jiang asked again.
"It's a coincidence. I don't know the exact reason!”
Xian Yi replied.
"What is your current cultivation level?"
Emperor Jiang frowned and asked again.
"The peak of the True Immortal realm!"
As soon as Xian Yi finished speaking, the faces of the Ancestors of Sorcery revealed that they had expected it.
Although the Ancestors of Sorcery did not have Essence Souls, they could still sense Xian Yi's cultivation base. Now that he had confirmed it again, he was even more curious about Xian Yi.
"It seems that you and god father also have a connection, otherwise you wouldn't have such a thick bloodline.”
Even though Xian Yi's cultivation was not high, his bloodline foundation was there, and the Ancestral Magi could not help but take him lightly.
As for Xian Yi's identity, being a clansman of the Great Yi Clan, that was secondary.
"Since you share the same bloodline as us Ancestors of Sorcery, you are the 13th Ancestor of Sorcery!”
Emperor Jiang said.
What was that?
Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery?
What a joke!
Hearing Emperor Jiang's words, Xian Yi's face turned green.
He had come to the Sorcerer Tribe to become a Saint.
If he became the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery, not only would he have to fight against the heavens and the earth, but he would also have to fight to the death with the Demon Tribe. That would be the end.
Xian Yi knew that after the Cultivation Tribulation of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes started, the Demon Emperor Dijun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, and even the entire Wu and Demon Tribes would not have a good ending.
Except for Hou Tu who had transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the other mighty figures had all turned into ashes.
Such an outcome was not what he wanted.
Da Yi and Chi You, who were standing at the side, could not react in time when they heard what Ancestral Sorcerer Dijiang said.
Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery? What kind of existence was that!
Among the trillions of people in the Sorcerer Tribe, the Ancestor of Sorcery was the supreme one. He was their leader.
But now, a Junior Magus of their clan was going to become an Ancestor of Sorcery, and a Thirteen Ancestor of Sorcery at that. The two Senior Magi wondered if they had heard wrongly.
"Erm, reporting to Grand Wizard Dijiang. I'm only at the True Immortal Realm now. I really can't bear the title of the 13 Grand Wizards.”
Before Da Yi and Chi You could be surprised, Xianyi rejected them directly.
"Xianyi, that's an Ancestral Magus! You actually don't want to?"
As soon as Xian Yi said that, Da Yi was dumbfounded. He didn't even want to be an Ancestral Sorcerer, but he wanted to ascend to the heavens!
"That's right, Xianyi. With your peerless talent, you'll definitely make a great contribution to the Sorcerer Tribe after becoming the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery.”
Chi You quickly advised.
Xian Yi waved his hand, but his expression was calm and composed.
"Xian Yi, do you know that becoming an Ancestral Magus is the dream of our Sorcerer Tribe?”
Xian Yi's reaction surprised Emperor Jiang.
The Sorcerer Tribe's worship of the Ancestor of Sorcery was engraved in their bones. Xian Yi's reaction was indeed puzzling.
"That's right, Little Thirteen, I feel a sense of closeness when I see you. How can you not be our Thirteenth Brother!”
Zhurong came in front of Xian Yi with fiery red hair and patted his shoulder.
Little Thirteen?
The corners of Xian Yi's mouth twitched twice. Fortunately, his body was strong enough. Otherwise, Zhurong's slap just now would have killed him.
"Little Thirteen, it doesn't matter if you're the Ancestral Sorcerer or not. In any case, you'll be our Thirteenth Brother in the future!”
Goumang also walked over. His body was filled with endless vitality, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Xian Yi with a hint of encouragement in their eyes.
The strength of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery was already unmatched in the entire Primordial World. If they could have another existence at the level of an Ancestor of Sorcery, their combat strength would be even stronger.
At that time, conquering the Untainted Land, ruling the entire world, and fulfilling the dreams of the Wu Tribe's sons would be a piece of cake.
Eh?
However, right at this moment, Xian Yi suddenly felt the connection between the Pangu bloodline in his body and the Hall of Pangu. It was as if he was controlling it with his arm.
"Why do I feel like I've refined the Hall of Pangu?”
Xian Yi felt a little strange.
In his mind, he felt as if he could control the Hall of Pangu.
Thinking of this, Xian Yi's mind stirred.
Rumble!
As expected, a loud bang rang out from the Hall of Pangu again. Then, the endless starry sky above the Hall of Pangu started to flip. Under Xian Yi's control, it started to change.
"What's going on?"
"The connection between the Father Temple and us is weakening?”
"What, what's going on?"
All the Ancestors of Sorcery were shocked.
Seeing this scene, Xian Yi quickly gave up control of Hall of Pangu and it regained its peace.
At the same time, the Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Xian Yi with disbelief.
"Xian Yi, were you controlling the Hall of Pangu just now?”
Zhurong was the first to scream.
"How is this possible? You can control the Hall of Pangu all by yourself?”
Goumang was in disbelief.
The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could only control the Hall of Pangu when they transformed into the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation.
But now.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I was just curious just now and my heart was moved. I didn't expect…"
Xian Yi had an innocent expression.
However, he felt very helpless in his heart. It seemed that he had caused a huge commotion again.
"You can actually mobilize the Father God Palace by yourself. This means that your bloodline is actually higher than ours!”
Finally, the Candle Dragon could not help but speak.
He had always been mature and steady, but at this moment, he had a shocked expression.
The level of one's bloodline determined one's ability to control the Hall of Pangu.
Now, Xian Yi's actions undoubtedly showed that his bloodline was even higher than the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!
"This is unbelievable!"
Emperor Jiang muttered to himself.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery called themselves the orthodox Pangu.
But now, the Sorcerer Tribe had produced an existence whose bloodline was even higher than theirs.
"From now on, you are our big brother!”
Emperor Jiang said.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were ranked according to the density of their bloodlines. Now that Xian Yi's bloodline was even denser than theirs, it was clear that there was a problem.
"Big brother!"
"Big brother!"
"Big brother!"
The Ancestors of Sorcery cupped their hands and shouted at Xian Yi.
"Stop fooling around!"
Seeing the actions of the eleven Ancestors of Sorcery, Xian Yi felt a wave of mental exhaustion.
Meanwhile, Chi You and Da Yi, who were standing at the side, had their mouths wide open. They had long fallen into a dumbfounded state.
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