"Not good." Su Yu bluntly refused the Nether Ancestor's dying request.
Ancestor Netherworld's face was filled with deep disappointment. He thought Su Yu would show mercy once and grant his death wish before he died.
Unexpectedly, I rejected it directly.
Ancestor Qingmu glanced sideways at Su Yu and couldn't help but feel chilled. After all, they had all joined Ding and become its vassal forces. In the end, they didn't even agree to a wish for protection.
Even if he agreed to it, Su Yu didn't need to do anything special. He just needed to keep an eye on the members of Ding and take more care of them. But even so, Su Yu refused.
He couldn't help but think that if one day he begged Su Yu, would he also refuse?
Is such a tripod worthy of the Aoki Saint Clan’s unswerving following?
The answer is no.
The ancient saints of the Netherworld Saint Clan also felt chilled, but due to Su Yu's presence, they were all silent and did not show it.
Ancestor Netherworld sighed slightly and laughed at himself: "I've gone too far. Dingzun should just pretend that I didn't say anything."
Su Yu nodded: "Well, your request is indeed too much. I can't do it."
The rest of the people were even more chilled and even a little angry when they heard it. If they don't agree, they won't agree. Can you show a certain amount of respect when talking to a dying person? Why do you need to speak so bluntly and hurt others?
However, Su Yu's next words made everyone present stunned.
"You can't die, but you want me to take care of your race. I really can't do this." Su Yu said lightly.
Hearing this, the whole audience was suddenly stunned.
What's the meaning?
Ancestor Netherworld's already weak eyes couldn't help but suddenly widen, and said: "Ding Zun, I... I am aware of my own injuries."
The soul has been injured to such an extent that it is only an instant before returning to the ruins. No matter how good the panacea in the world is, it is impossible to restore its injuries.
Ancestor Qingmu thought Su Yu didn't understand the situation, so he quickly said: "Ding Zun, Ancestor Netherworld's soul has suffered huge damage that cannot be recovered, and it cannot be cured by any means."
Su Yu had no expression on his face and said calmly: "How many times have you seen the vast world before you dare to say that no one in the world can be cured?"
"This..." Ancestor Qingmu was startled. The world he has seen is not small. He has been to Wanzun Cave and even most places in Jinghua Emperor Realm.
But, this has nothing to do with healing soul injuries, right?
Soul injuries are notoriously difficult, especially for those like the Nether Ancestor whose half-soul is shattered, and it is even more impossible to treat.
Without saying a word, Su Yu drew his fingers in the air, and a misty ancestral technique hovered above the body of the Nether Ancestor.
"This...is this the soul ancestral art?" Ancestor Qingmu asked uncertainly. He felt the tyrannical soul power permeating the ancestral art. This, only the soul ancestral art can emit.
However, how could Su Yu, a human being, learn the ancestral skills of the Soul Saint Clan?
The Soul Saint Clan exists alive in the world, and is the strongest Saint Clan in the territory of Emperor Jinghua. There are many powerful old monsters in it, and any one of them can intimidate any party.
Where did Su Yu learn it?
What they don't know is that even the ancestors of the Soul Saint Clan have never successfully learned the complete soul ancestor technique.
Su Yu touched his fingertips, circling his ancestral skills, and traces of soul fluorescence fell from the void sky.
"Then...that's the soul fragment of Ancestor Netherworld? This..." Ancestor Qingmu's pupils shrank sharply and he said in horror.
Ever since the Nether Ancestor was rescued, his soul has been disintegrating, and every bit of soul fragment has disappeared into the void and disappeared.
But Su Yu could simply use the Soul Ancestral Technique to find all the lost soul fragments back?
Not long after, the blurred half of the Nether Ancestor's soul and body recovered to be extremely clear.
However, the other half of his soul had been destroyed when attacked by the puppet saints, and it could no longer be recovered by ancestral skills.
Su Yu withdrew his ancestral art, placed his palm on half of his soul, and then used the secret soul technique he had learned from his ancestral art - copy.
"Take the way of the left and return the body of the right." A large area of soul realm spread out from the palm of his hand, causing everyone present to take a breath.
The other half of the soul of the Nether Ancestor was actually... copied out of thin air!!
If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that there is such a way to heal soul injuries in the world. If there is any missing piece, just copy it.
After a cup of tea, the soul of the Nether Ancestor returned to its original state and reached its peak state.
He bounced up and looked at his complete soul as if in a dream, with an unreal feeling: "I...my soul has really recovered?"
Su Yu retracted his palm and took a slight breath. This technique consumes the soul field and energy very intensely. He can only treat one person per day, and he cannot save more people.
"Ding Zun's life-saving grace will never be forgotten by You Ming." The respect in Ancestor You Ming's heart could not be greater. All of his dying people were fully rescued. This is a kindness that cannot be repaid in a lifetime.
Su Yu said calmly: "Serving Ding wholeheartedly is the greatest reward for me."
The Nether Ancestor gritted his teeth and said decisively: "I will apply and join Ding completely. From now on, there will no longer be a Nether Saint Clan."
Now, the Netherworld Saint Clan is just a vassal force of Ding. They can leave Ding at any time without being subject to any restrictions.
But once you join, you will be a member of Ding from now on and must be controlled by Ding.
When you reach the level of the Saint Clan, it is usually impossible to give up your own race and join another force. However, Su Yu's kindness is too great, and this is the only way the Nether Ancestor can repay him.
Su Yu looked at the ancient saints of the Netherworld Saint Clan: "Then you have to ask them about their wishes."
The Nether Saint Clan is the family of all Nether Clan members, not just the Nether Ancestor. If they are not willing, they may not be able to harmoniously become a member of Ding.
"I am willing!" Several ancient saints said immediately.
Without Su Yu's intervention, the Netherworld Saint Clan would have lost its ancestor and would have disappeared sooner or later. Joining Ding now can still maintain the continued development of the Saint Clan, so why not?
Moreover, who wouldn't fall in love with Su Yu after seeing his heaven-defying methods?
Following Su Yu is equivalent to having a source of immortality. As long as the performance is good enough, Su Yu can use the soul ancestral technique to resurrect them.
Why shouldn't they follow such a king?
All the Nether Clan members present knelt down on one knee to express their intention to join. Ancestor Qingmu's mouth was dry and he struggled in his mind for a while before he bowed and said: "Ding Zun, please give me time to go back and consult the tribesmen."