There are only three ancestral temples in the entire ancient tribe. They are located in the imperial city of the three tribes and under the three ancient ancestor statues.
Every adult ancient clan will go to the ancestral temple during the third loss of calamity, but it will not go too deep. It is only on the periphery. Only the members of the royal clan can be in the depths of the ancestral temple. , To go through this robbery.
Throughout the ages, few people have the qualifications to retreat in the ancestral temple, even if it is the great god, it is difficult to do it, because the right to open the ancestral temple is in the hands of the emperor of the past dynasties.
Wang Lin stood in the center of Shigu Imperial City, under the huge ancient ancestor statue, and looked at the statue that seemed to rise from the sky in front of him. Wang Lin stood there, silent.
This statue is exactly the same as the statue in Daogu Imperial City. The ancient ancestor, with his hands on his back, looked at the world with contempt and disdain. When Wang Lin hadn't walked through the three bridges, he didn't have much feeling when he saw this statue in Daogu Imperial City.
But at this moment, this statue looks different in his eyes.
The contempt and disdain in that expression was only superficial. Deep in its purpose, Wang Lin saw that there was a sorrow hidden. The sorrow seemed to be for himself and for sentient beings.
"Who sculpted this ancient ancestor statue?" Wang Lin said softly.
"Ancient Dao Tianzun..." Song Tian stood beside Wang Lin, looking at the statue as well, and said slowly.
"After the disappearance of the ancient ancestors, the ancient Dao Tianzun found three peaks from nowhere, and after carving this statue himself, they stood in the three imperial cities. It is precisely because of this that I am waiting for these ancient descendants, You can remember what the ancient ancestor looked like, and will not forget it over the years."
Wang Lin nodded slightly. He knew that a race must have a symbol and sustenance. Without this core spirit, the race would not be able to multiply for a long time and would slowly pass away in the years.
Obviously, the statue of the ancient ancestor and the legends are the symbol and sustenance of the three veins of the ancient clan. If this statue is there, the ancient clan is there! The ancient Dao Tianzun, as the guardian of the entire ancient clan, can see his wisdom in just one thing.
Below this statue, only Wang Lin and Song Tian were waiting for something silently.
Not long after, I saw that from the direction of the palace in the ancient imperial city, there were faintly murmured sounds, and a gloomy glow rose up into the sky, and went straight to this place, surrounding the ancient ancestor statue, forming a Circle the dark halo.
Under the statue, between the feet of the ancient ancestor, there is a curved door on the huge rock. The door is closed, but as the dark halo surrounds, there is a booming sound from the door. Open slowly.
"Brother Wang, the ancestral temple is open, so Song will not go in, take care!" Song Tian held his fist towards Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked at the door that was opening, with solemn meaning in his eyes. Whether he can make Li Muwan qualified to enter the Primordial God Realm, it depends on whether he can obtain two more drops of soul from the third damage of the ancient tribe this time. Blood.
Holding a fist towards Song Tian, Wang Lin took a deep breath and walked towards the ancestral temple.
His steps are not fast, but every step he falls, he is very steady, step by step, and gradually walked to the gate of the ancestral temple that was fully opened, without hesitation, stepped inside.
The moment he walked into this ancestral temple, the gate of the ancestral temple slowly closed, and after only a half-pillar of incense, it closed completely with a bang.
The dark halo on the ancient ancestor statue also gradually dissipated and turned into a long rainbow again, flying towards the palace without a trace.
Song Tian stood there for a long time, sighed, turned and left.
Most of the people of the origin of Shigu have seen the halo on the statue of the ancient ancestor, but there are not many people who know that Wang Lin has entered. No one cares about it.
The entire origin of the ancients is no different from usual, but the careful clansman will find that the prince’s capital was originally away, but now he has lived in the palace for a long time.
The eldest prince, ten years later, was named a king, left dimly, and guarded the frontier.
After another five years, the Chiman prince, who was most likely to become the future emperor, was also canonized as king and left this ancient imperial city. In the following fifteen years, the princes were canonized as kings and left one by one. In these thirty years, the only prince still in the imperial city today is the prince of Jidu!
In the past thirty years, the prince of Jidu has been very quiet. He didn't have much contact with the outside world in that palace. His emperor status has been decided. He doesn't need to act in secret anymore. As long as he is himself, he will be foolproof.
Thirty years later, when all the princes except him were canonized as kings and departed, the entire tribe from the beginning and the ancients had already realized who the future emperor belonged to.
Gradually, Ji Du began to come into contact with the power and power that belonged to the emperors of the past dynasties, which belonged to the emperor, and his father and emperor, in the remaining seventy years, slowly handed over and transitioned.
This is the three veins of the ancient clan, and it is necessary to do things before the new emperors in the past dynasties change. During this time, it is also the quietest time for the beginning of the ancient line.
Everything is going on, Ji Du still maintains a good habit, almost every morning, the first thing he does is to look in the direction of the ancestral temple, watching silently.
He doesn't know when he will see his foster father next time, but his habit will never change. Many tribesmen who later followed Jidu were very puzzled by the habit of Jidu.
Slowly, as time passed, this matter became a secret.
In addition to this habit, he has not forgotten Wang Lin’s instructions in the past thirty years. He sent many powerful people to Black Rock City, where he silently guarded this woman and that woman. , Called Song Zhi.
For more than a hundred years, Song Zhi did not look like it was back then, but has traces of time. She still didn't know that there were many hidden powerhouses in this Blackrock City, including the city lord, whose mission in life existed because of her.
No trace of time, in a blink of an eye, another twenty years, at this time when Wang Lin stepped into the ancestral temple, on the fifty-year-old day, the whole beginning of ancient times, a ceremony was held.
This ceremony was not a ceremony for the emperor, but a ceremony for his wedding. He chose a descendant of Song Tian and a woman named Song Yu as his wife.
This woman was very doted by Song Tian, and she was one of the few children who could listen to his teachings in person.
This time the ceremony was held for several months. During the period, the clansmen and royal families of the other two clans have come a lot. Among them, there is a middle-aged man who is coming from the Daogu family. If Wang Lin sees the appearance of this man, So, it can be recognized, very similar to Ye Mo.
He is a descendant of Ye Lonely.
After this ceremony was over, when all the people who came had left one after another, that night, the bright moon was high, and the earth showed a silver night, Ji Du took his wife and came to the ancestral temple.
The moonlight was soft, falling on the statue of the ancient ancestor, and it was quiet. Ji Du was holding his wife's hand. In the confusion of this woman, he walked towards the ancestral temple. Ten feet away from the entrance of the ancestral temple, Ji Du stopped. .
He looked at the ancestral temple with a trance. For a long time, for a long time, he knelt there in silence. The woman beside him, although puzzled, did not ask, but was with him, ten feet away from the ancestral temple. , Knelt down.
"Song Yu, we worshiped, not the ancient ancestor." Ji Du said softly.
The woman was taken aback.
"We worshipped my foster father."
"Foster father?" The woman was quite surprised.
"Foster father, Jidu got married and married Song Zun's descendants. She will be a queen from the beginning of the ancient lineage in the future. Today I will bring her here to meet his foster father!" Jidu looked very respectful, such Respect is from the heart and sincerity.
He will always remember that everything he has obtained now is given by Wang Lin. He will always remember that if there is no Wang Lin, he will never become an emperor in this life.
Even the woman next to her might not be his own wife, but of Chi Man.
"Foster father, there are still fifty years, that is, when Ji Du is the new emperor, the child hopes that on that day, he can see his adoptive father..." Ji Du muttered and bowed to the ancestral temple.
The woman next to him seemed to think of something, and she was shocked when she looked at the ancestral temple. She vaguely remembered that Song Zun, the ancestor of her Song family, once accidentally mentioned something and a name.
When the name was mentioned, Song Tian's expression revealed complexity and emotion, as well as a hint of admiration.
"Wang... Wang Zun..." the woman whispered softly.
Ji did not speak, but bowed down there. It was a long time before he got up, took his wife, and left silently, but it was just a few tens of feet away when he walked out.
A voice came from the temple of that ancestor.
"You are the day of the new emperor, and you will go for the father."
Ji Du shivered, turned around abruptly, looked at the ancestral temple, with a smile on his face.
In the depths of the ancestral temple, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, his body exuding a decayed smell, and even more withered, his whole person looked like withered bones.
But his eyes are still bright.
"The ancient tribe has suffered three losses and seven calamities. I was in the world of Dong Mansion, and I had successfully survived the two losses and four calamities, and even the first of the third losses and three calamities."
"The third loss of the ancient tribe, the first calamity is the blood of the ancient veins of the sky!
The second catastrophe is the ancient way of three points!
The third calamity is the last calamity, the gift of the ancient ancestor! "Wang Lin murmured, looking ahead, there was a stone tablet in front of him. On that stone tablet, all about the ancient tribe's three losses and seven calamities were inscribed.
For a long time, Wang Lin closed his eyes, and his mind once again echoed the voice that emerged after he had passed the third loss and the first catastrophe that year and obtained a drop of soul blood.
"If I let the sky fall, the sky will fall. If I let the earth fall, the earth must be broken! If I let all living beings die, no one will dare to survive. "