Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

Chapter 611: Chapter 407 I am… Danai the Martial God

“Child, you have finally arrived…”

“Who!?”

Yang Feng abruptly opened his eyes and found himself in a vast wilderness, a boundless plain.

A divine tree standing in the middle soared into the sky!

“What the… So huge…”

Yang Feng’s first impression was that this tree was so immense, you could place the entire Danai Dynasty on it with no trouble.

At this moment, he had some doubts.

“Wasn’t I just at the Feng Family… How did I end up here?”

“Whose voice was that just now?”

At this time, a shadow slowly coalesced in the sky.

Its appearance was unclear, only roughly discernible as a person.

“Child, I am your ancestor.”

An aged voice resounded.

“Ancestor?”

Yang Feng furrowed his brows, suddenly recalling that he had grabbed the glowing ancient coin at the Feng Family, and then he was brought here.

This shadow also referred to itself as an ancestor.

Thus, it seemed… the answer was on the brink of revelation.

“You must be the artifact spirit of the ancient coin!”

As long as the spiritual artifact remains undamaged, the artifact spirit is immortal. It could very well be an old treasure passed down by the Feng Family!

The shadow chuckled.

“Child, I am the Feng Family ancestor, what you see now is just a remnant of my soul left within the {Ancient Coin}, slumbering for five thousand years just to wait for you.”

“For me?”

Yang Feng knew that this remnant was most likely unaware of his complicated lineage and viewed him as a Feng Family member.

Much like the demonic clan in the Night Demon Palace that dragged him down, both recognized the Feng Family bloodline.

Yang Feng decided to observe the situation first; in truth… he was quite interested in the Feng Family as well.

Especially here, there was no Yang Qiangwei, nor the Yang Family Ancestor.