Lou Xiaoyu looked around and said in a low voice, “Senior, there is something you don’t know. There has always been a legend among the humans.”
Su Yu listened quietly. For some reason, when he heard the word ‘legend’, he remembered what Emperor Qing had told him before he died.
“Legend has it that the ultimate human king can step onto the end of the path to heaven and become the saint ancestor of the human race, comparable to the son of Heaven of the Sacred Mountain.”Lou Xiaoyu’s eyes were full of worry.
Hearing this, Su Yu’s expression was calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.
This was almost the same as what Emperor Qing had said.
It was just that the legend had omitted the inheritance left behind by the human ancestor at the end of the heavenly path.
“When did the legend appear?”Su Yu’s eyes were deep.
