Published: January 12, 2025
“Is that so? The attendant is guarding the former ancestor, do you really think that’s the case? Would an Asura have so many half-step supreme warriors willing to protect him?”
Qin Chen smiled, looking at Sikong Anyun with calm eyes, revealing the identity and origin of the statue.
Sikong Anyun felt a jolt in her heart under Qin Chen’s gaze.
When Qin Chen had asked her repeatedly, she realized that he might have already figured something out, and what he needed from her was just her stance.
In her view, given Qin Chen’s identity, he would certainly not be unaware of the identity and origin of the statue before them.
“Young master, although these attendants are guarding the Asura ancestor, it is not a voluntary action. If Anyun is not mistaken, the Asura ancestor should have forcibly imprisoned the source of these powerful beings and is devouring the life force from the sources of these former half-step supreme warriors, using the Dark Clan’s method of dark reincarnation to attempt revival,” Sikong Anyun explained.
“A prisoner? Who gave him the courage to revive again?”
Qin Chen said coldly.
Such a tone seemed to be inquiring, but it felt more like an interrogation.
Sikong Anyun’s heart trembled, and she hurriedly replied, “Young master, letting the one hundred and eight Asura ancestors atone for their sins was a decision made by Lord Indra back then… my Dark Clan must strictly obey Lord Indra’s orders.”
“Indra? Isn’t he the leader of that royal family back then? If I remember correctly, his promise was that after achieving military merit and conquering this universe, he would grant these insignificant Asura prisoners freedom and the opportunity for redemption, right?”
“But now, that Indra himself doesn’t even know his own life and death. Do you think his promise still holds any weight? Or rather, do these Asura prisoners even have the merit?”
Sikong Anyun’s body shook violently as she looked up at Qin Chen.
Although Sikong Anyun was aware that these Asura were prisoners of the Dark Clan, to her, they were still supreme-level warriors.
In the eyes of the dark royal family or the top experts of the Dark Clan, the Asura were mere ants, sinners; but in the eyes of Sikong Sacred Ground, these Asura were at least supreme warriors.
Yet when Qin Chen casually referred to these Asura as mere ants, it had a profound impact on Sikong Anyun.
The way he said it seemed so natural, without a hint of discord.
To refer to supreme warriors as ants, what exactly is Qin Chen’s background? Is he the heir of a transcendent level force?
Qin Chen glanced at Sikong Anyun and said lightly, “You mentioned before that your father warned you not to enter the depths of the Dark Ancestor Land lightly. This means that your father, Sikong Zhen, should be aware of some situations here. But he allows these Asura prisoners to devour the source and life of other dark beings for revival. Your Sikong Sacred Ground is quite daring.”
“Young master…”
Sikong Anyun’s face turned pale instantly, and her expression became one of great panic.
Like a pitiful little bird, her eyes were filled with a heart-wrenching fear.
But Qin Chen remained indifferent, only saying lightly, “Moreover, your father has a residence and a palace here. What is his purpose in guarding this place?”
Qin Chen’s gaze turned distant, extremely profound: “It warrants deep thought.”
As these words fell, Sikong Anyun’s face turned ashen like gold paper.
With a thud, she suddenly knelt down, trembling in fear: “Young master, it’s not what you think…”
At this moment, Sikong Anyun felt a great dread, as if calamity was approaching.
Qin Chen stood there, but Sikong Anyun felt that this young man, whose depth she could not ascertain, held the power to determine the life and death of her Sikong family with a single word.
“So what is the truth then?”
Qin Chen turned his back to Sikong Anyun, not even glancing at her, only speaking lightly as if to himself or perhaps inquiring.