In the hall of Martial Ancestor, there stood a statue.
Long hair fluttering, white robes billowing.
Tall and slender, yet not giving off the slightest feeling of frailty.
Within his body, it seemed like a world-shaking power was contained.
As if the entire world was under his feet!
Standing before this statue, Chen Fan suddenly felt his blood boiling.
It was just a statue…
Yet, he felt a bloodline connection.
It was just a statue…
Yet, he sensed an unparalleled dominion!
This was his father...
Martial Ancestor Chen Han!
He was also the genius that the Blind Men spoke of!
The one who almost became the Heavenly Feather World's Human Emperor...
Chen Fan's nose suddenly felt a bit sour.
He had many dreams, in which he experienced the life of Little Skeleton becoming the Demon King.
But, dreams or fragments of memory, after all, felt a bit ethereal.
