Qin Yu expressed emotion, he didn't expect the winner to be the descendant of the First Emperor who wanted to unify the three major clans of gods, demons and heaven.
However, this ancient book is incomplete and does not record many deeds about the First Emperor.
"Since they are the descendants of the First Emperor, they should have the bloodline and inheritance of the First Emperor." Qin Yu thought to himself.
After pondering for a while, he rummaged through all the books here and left after making sure there was no other information.
Qin Yu went to the Sutra Pavilion again, trying to find some clues in the Sutra Pavilion, but after browsing for nearly half a day, he only got one that was suspected to be the magical power of the First Emperor.
Afterwards, leaving the Sutra Pavilion, Qin Yu came to a huge square in the center of the winner.
At this time, almost all the winners were gathered here. Except for those who were in extremely high spirits, all the other winners looked pale in front of these six ancestral realms, and many of them could not help but tremble.
When Qin Yu flew out of the Sutra Pavilion, a strong man at the peak of the ancient realm saw Qin Yu and said respectfully: "Fellow Taoist, if the winner has something you want, please tell me.
If so, Yingzhengdao guarantees that the winner will never hide it secretly.”
Everyone can see that these six ancestors all look up to Qin Yu, even though they don't know where Qin Yu comes from.
But at this time, first satisfy all Qin Yu's needs.
Qin Yu glanced at the ancient old man, landed directly in front of him, raised his right hand and placed it on his head, saying: "Don't resist!"
The old man Ying Zhengdao was shocked and reflexively wanted to avoid it, but he forced him down and allowed Qin Yu to search for his soul.
After a while, Qin Yu withdrew his hand, frowned and pondered for a long time, and said, "Take me to the ancestral temple."
Ying Zhengdao looked at Qin Yu in fear. Although he hesitated, he now knew that he couldn't resist at all, so he could only say: "Please follow me."
Watching Qin Yu and Ying Zhengdao leave, Song Canghai hesitated a little and followed them.
As for Ma Hongdao, Qiankunzi and others all looked at each other, wondering what Qin Yu was doing, but no one asked.
Only Qin Bai showed a look of expectation. He wanted to see if Qin Yu could really get some clues from the winner.
In any force, the ancestral temple is the most sacred and mysterious place, and the winner is no exception.
For countless years, Qin Yu and Song Canghai were the only two people to enter the winner's ancestral hall.
The winner's ancestral temple looks like a small imperial city, extremely majestic.
Originally there were many strong men guarding this place, but because there was too much movement before, they were all attracted.
So much so that the ancestral temple is now empty.
Under the leadership of Ying Zhengdao, Qin Yu and Song Canghai entered the ancestral temple.
The ancestral hall is very large, with houses on both sides of the straight avenue, inside which are placed the soul lanterns of the winners.
"Fellow Taoist, this is the ancestral temple. I wonder what you are looking for?" Ying Zhengdao asked.
Qin Yu didn't answer, looked deep into the ancestral temple, and walked straight away.
Ying Zhengdao's face changed slightly, and after a flash of struggle in his eyes, he still followed.
Qin Yu walked straight to the depths of the ancestral temple. From Ying Zhengdao's memory, he concluded that he was extremely afraid of the depths of the ancestral temple.
But the specific meaning of Yingzhengdao cannot be found in my memory.
Therefore, Qin Yu wanted to find out.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Qin Yu came to a small courtyard deep in the winner's ancestral temple.
Compared with the grandeur outside, this place looks extremely shabby. There are only a few old blue-tiled houses in the small courtyard, and there is a dry well in front of the blue-tiled houses.
The leaves were scattered randomly in the small courtyard. It seemed that they had not been cleaned for a long time, and some leaves were almost rotten.
Qin Yu stood in the small courtyard and glanced at the several blue-tiled houses in front of him. Finally, his eyes fell on the blue-tiled house in the middle. After checking it for a while, he walked over.
"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, don't get close there..." Ying Zhengdao saw Qin Yu wanting to enter and shouted quickly.
This is Winner's oldest ancestral temple, which is a bit weird. If Qin Yu came alone, he wouldn't say much.
But now besides Qin Yu and Song Canghai, there are several ancestral realms outside. If anything happens to Qin Yu, the ancestral realms outside will inevitably riot. At that time, the winner will really be removed from the world of heavens.
Qin Yu paused slightly and glanced at the ancestral temple in the middle. He found that the light inside was dim and he could vaguely see a chair at the end, but nothing else.
Qin Yu pondered for a while and slowly entered it.
Entering the ancestral temple, Qin Yu found that the entire ancestral temple was empty, with only one chair and nothing else.
Qin Yu glanced around and his eyes fell on this chair.
I found that this was a square chair, with a length and width of more than three feet. Because the chair was covered with dark green rust, it didn't look like anything special.
However, after careful inspection, Qin Yu discovered that the chair was actually carved with many lines, which were all over the chair.
"Hmm? Zulong? Jiujo?"
After looking at it, Qin Yu looked surprised. The lines on the chair actually formed an ancestral dragon.
Moreover, there are nine on the entire chair!
Is this the Zulong Chair?
Nine ancestral dragon chairs??
Qin Yu pondered for a moment, then came to the Ancestral Dragon Chair and began to look at the rusty dragon chair.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't sit on it!!" Ying Zhengdao said in a low voice with his heart in his throat.
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, looked at the Ancestral Dragon Chair, then at Ying Zhengdao, and said slowly: "Come in."
Ying Zhengdao looked hesitant, but still entered the ancestral temple.
"Smear your blood on the dragon chair." Qin Yu whispered.
There was helplessness in Ying Zhengdao's eyes, but now that there were many ancestral realms outside, he could not resist, so he had to take out a dagger and cut his wrist open, and all the blood fell on the ancestral dragon chair.
The blood invaded the lines on the dragon chair, emitting a faint light.
When Ying Zhengdao was about to take his hand back, Qin Yu grabbed Ying Zhengdao's hand fiercely and directly performed the Nine Immortal Swallowing Moves to suck the blood from Ying Zhengdao's body into his body.
Ying Zhengdao's expression changed slightly and he wanted to resist, but seeing Qin Yu's indifferent expression, he had to suppress his inner impulse.
After a while, when Ying Zhengdao's face turned pale, Qin Yu let go of his hand and sat on the dragon chair.
The moment he sat on the dragon chair, a weak force swept through Qin Yu's body, and the ancestral dragon chair under him suddenly shone brightly.
"Roar!"
An earth-shattering roar of the ancestral dragon suddenly resounded throughout the world, and the sound was so loud that it gave people the illusion that the world was shattering.
Qin Yu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, narrowed his eyes and stared at the dry well outside the blue-tiled house.
The roaring sound of the dragon came from the dry well!!
At this moment, a huge dragon shadow suddenly rushed out and pounced directly on Qin Yu, who was sitting on the Ancestral Dragon Chair.
