The ancient voice resonated through Ye Xuan's heart, leaving him utterly shocked.
It was the grand sound of calamity, as if it had traversed hundreds of millions of years, bringing the distant mythical era right to Ye Xuan's ear, rendering him stupefied.
"I am not the Ancestor God."
Ye Xuan's soul trembled fiercely, his demeanor exceptionally serious, and his eyes firmly fixed ahead, speaking: "I am merely a visitor, here to see the Sea God Relics."
"Who you are right now is not important. Just remember who you truly are, and that will suffice."
That ageless voice echoed again, leaving Ye Xuan deeply shaken, saying.
"Who am I truly?"
Ye Xuan was taken aback immediately, furrowing his brows in confusion.
"Ancestor God!"
That ancient voice resounded, speaking with certainty.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan was speechless, revealing an expression full of helplessness.
Is he the Ancestor God?
This might be the funniest joke of the year.
Yet, it wasn't funny at all.
