There are no other people here, and they are not in the ancestral temple of the Chu family. Chu Xuanyuan and the patriarch of the Chu clan came to a mountain forest near the ancestral ancestral hall of the Chu clan, where they could overlook the entire ancestral ancestral hall of the Chu clan, but the patriarch of the Chu clan no longer took Chu Xuanyuan forward.

Boom!

Suddenly, the people of the Chu clan turned to the jade box held in Chu Xuanyuan's hand and knelt on their knees.

"The future generations are not good, I am afraid that I can't bring the ancestors into the ancestral shrine!"

Chu Xuanyuan closed his eyes, and knelt down in the same way, on the way here, the patriarch of the Chu clan told Chu Xuanyuan about the current situation of the Chu Clan's Heavenly Clan, and they were under the surveillance of the Star Domain Lord Realm all the time.

And one of the main tasks of their surveillance was not to let the corpses of the ancestors of the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan and the battle banners that had terrified them be left in the Chu Clan Celestial Clan. The truth, over time, will be forgotten and buried. The corpses of the strong are very different from ordinary martial cultivators, they seem to be afraid, afraid that the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan will remember or confirm how powerful the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan was in the past.

Dragons, if you forget that you are a dragon, may not be traveling for nine days. This is undoubtedly very terrifying, obviously with great potential, but it is buried by mortal dust.

Alas!

In this jade box, there are many martyrs of the Chu Clan Celestial Clan, who threw their heads and spilled their blood for the sake of the Chu Clan, but in the end, when they died, there was no grand funeral, but the remains were sent back like thieves. Even the ancestral shrine cannot be entered.

The patriarch of the Chu clan, the dry fountain of tears, shed tears. As the head of a clan, he can't bury his ancestors in the ancestral shrine, and he can't hold a grand funeral for these martyrs who really opened up the territory of the Chu Clan, so he can only sneak around, and there are only two people to witness them enter the ground safely. As the saying goes, heroes also have heroes' graves, and martyrs also have tomb inscriptions. But they, the martyrs who really knew how to fight for the Chu Clan's Heavenly Clan, could only secretly bury themselves in this inconspicuous corner.

This patriarch, he deserves to be aggrieved, but what can he do. The main realm of the star field is an existence that the current Chu Clan Heavenly Clan cannot compete with at all, even if it is his will, it cannot be disobeyed. Even if it is the truth of history, it will be rewritten by the Star Domain Lord, because they are the victors, and the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan is the losers!

The two of them are in a sad atmosphere, the sad thing is that the current Chu Clan Heavenly Clan, only a few of them really know the truth, and only a few people really know the past. When the ancestors they respected were treated unfairly, they could only choose to endure, before the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan really knew that he was the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan, they had to endure, just like a dragon, they had to know that it was a dragon, not a snake and a worm!

Airplanes!

This jade box, which had been silent in Chu Xuanyuan's bag for a long time, actually moved again, did he hear the words of Chu Xuanyuan and the Chu clan patriarch? Or did they already smell the familiar smell in the air, this was the smell of hometown.

In fact, this mountain forest does not belong to the Great Thousand Upper Realm, but the ancestors of the Chu Clan's Heavenly Clan moved up from their original Lower Realm. Even when they left the Nether, they brought with them the soil of their homeland. Perhaps that's why they want to come back here, to a place with their memories, the first memories.

A faint blue light emanated from the jade box, and then clusters of blue flames rose, followed by the shadow of a person.

"Xuanyuan, this is ......"

Chu Ying took a deep breath and breathed the air here greedily, although he no longer felt this way, but he still made the appearance of breathing, this was the taste of his hometown.

"Senior Chu Ying, this is the Great Thousand Upper Realm. Chu Xuanyuan replied, for some reason, he couldn't help crying at this moment, his poignant voice was like a certain tune, tear-jerking, he should be happy, but the more he heard this, the more he wanted to cry, "The ancestors of the Chu Clan, go home!"

Chu Ying, the illusory body trembled, this long-lost touch, this long-lost feeling. Although he is dead, there is only such a remnant soul left, but the feeling in the memory, I still remember, this feeling, it is really a long time ago.

Like a child, he ran around the mountains and forests, no, I should say that he flew around. Yes, just like in memory, even after 10,000 years, the grass and trees here have withered and flourished, but this land has not changed, it is not the soil of the upper realm, but the soil of the hometown.

On the jade box, there were countless points of light jumping out, because their previous cultivation was not as strong as Chu Ying and Chu Li, so now they can only turn into such a small point of light, which is the last piece of soul fragment they have left, and finally in the end, they smell it, smell the breath of home.

They are like fireflies, looking for their own habitat, and then falling, falling on trees, falling on leaves, or falling directly into the soil, gradually extinguished, connecting the last trace of their soul with this land forever. They can't express their pleasure like Chu Ying, they can only use the only remaining consciousness to do what they want to do in the end, and become one with the soil of their hometown.

"Xuanyuan, thank you!"

Seeing that his former subordinates had finally returned to their long-awaited hometown, Chu Ying was happy, at this moment, they had been waiting for ten thousand years.

"I'm sorry, Senior Chu Ying, I'm afraid Xuanyuan won't be able to bury you now. ”

Chu Xuanyuan bowed his head, this worship, Chu Ying and they are worthy of worship, they are the ancestors of the Chu Celestial Clan, and they are also the soul of the Chu Celestial Clan, they used their blood to interpret the truth that the Chu Celestial Clan was once powerful in this world!

"No, you've done a good job, it doesn't matter if you enter the ancestral shrine or not, the important thing is that we have gone home. Chu Ying smiled, smiling like a child who had eaten honey, smiling so sweetly, the folds on his face piled up, and it didn't seem to be so ugly anymore.

As he spoke, Chu Ying looked at the Chu clan patriarch who was kneeling on the ground early, sighed lightly, and shook his head helplessly, but he didn't mean to blame the Chu clan patriarch.

"The current Chu Clan Heavenly Clan, is it already so weak?"

Although Chu Ying had expected this result for a long time, when he witnessed it with his own eyes, there was still a nameless sadness.

"The future generations are not good, and they have mistaken the foundation of the ancestors, please punish the ancestors!"

The patriarch of the Chu clan knelt on his knees, his palms were on the ground, and his forehead was buried tightly on the ground, he was at fault, he was ashamed, he was sorry for the ancestors of the Chu clan. He couldn't even bury the remains of his ancestors in the ancestral shrine!

A fourth-grade Venerable is now putting down all his shelves, more like a prisoner receiving punishment.

(To be continued...... ）

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