As her words ended, so did the vision.
Mo Xie woke up from the observation and couldn't help but notice that his body is covered with sweat.
"M-monochrome…" Mo Xie couldn't believe it.
"Ancient Devil Tribe…"
Two words struck Mo Xie gravely, he started to connect some dots, but he himself couldn't believe it: "I… I am a failure yet a descendant of a Goddess?!"
Well, he definitely couldn't believe it, after all: "I was trash, but now, I can't even escape my own problems, wait, before that, I couldn't even ascend to Godhood after so many uncountable years!"
"Maybe I was part of their lineage, something like, for example, the tree, that tree bore another tree, then that tree bore another one from different blood, then, the process repeated unlimitedly and I ended up possessing a dried up bloodline of the Goddess! That's it!"
Well, talk about stupidly low confidence.
