Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 263: Chapter 263 I'm Not Old Yet

He had no trace of luck on him.

As soon as this statement came out,

an immense pressure suddenly fell upon Ye An's heart.

His expression turned somewhat unnatural.

Because Lin Ying's words were crystal clear in their meaning.

"You are the source of luck. Your birth drained away the luck of most of the human race, including Liu Jun.

His misfortune is entirely because of you."

At this moment, Lin Ying seemed to feel a bit intense, and changed the subject: "Do you think you are the source of luck?"

Ye An was taken aback, remembering that back at the Zhuque Star's home, he had deliberately emphasized himself as the source of luck.

But now, he was being asked such a question.

What does this mean?

It doesn't matter.

Ye An had thought about this question before, so he firmly replied, "I definitely am not."

"If anyone should be responsible for Liu Jun's misfortune, it absolutely wouldn't be me!"

Lin Ying looked at the young man in front of him, admiring the determination in his eyes.

Then he glanced at the Flying Blade youth sitting beside him.

Previously, his own words had greatly disappointed the Grey Crane, causing his Dao heart to collapse.

Today, doing the same to Ye An unexpectedly had no effect at all.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old child possessing such steadfast determination was quite remarkable.

Let's raise the intensity a bit more.

"But everyone says you are," Lin Ying asked seriously.

"No, they don't," Ye An shook his head. "There are still people who think I am not."

"Who?"

"Ji Qing."

"Her?" Lin Ying was surprised. "Why does she think you are not?"

"Because she thinks the source of luck shouldn't be this weak," Ye An chuckled lightly.

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and everyone laughed as if nothing had happened.

In the middle of the journey, Ye An resumed training in the training hall.

Liu Dahua looked displeasedly at Lin Ying, "Why talk so much to a kid?"

"He already carries a heavy burden," Lin Ying shook his head. "Words like the ones just now, if I don't say them, others will, including our enemies."

"I want to know if his heart is strong enough."

Liu Dahua still frowned. "What does it matter to you?"

Lin Ying's gaze suddenly sharpened, "Over the past few centuries, I've often thought about one thing: should I find a younger generation to pass on my skills?"

"This generation has so many geniuses, dazzling everyone, I can't afford to be careless. So I've asked one by one."

"I really think Ye An is quite good."

This statement puzzled Liu Dahua.

Recently, he had found it strange how Lin Ying had become so verbose.

So, he wanted to take on an apprentice now?

But this was even more unusual.

Liu Dahua furrowed his brow, "Your potential isn't fully developed yet, why the sudden thought of taking on an apprentice?"

"I must remind you, if you have an apprentice, you won't be able to focus solely on the Way."

"I understand," Lin Ying nodded. "Perhaps it's because I have a premonition that I may not survive the next catastrophe of the human race."

"We don't have much time left."

At Lin Dahua's words, Liu Dahua's heart skipped a beat, then he slumped back on the sofa in silence.

He had this premonition too.

In the battle for the throne three thousand years ago, almost none of the strong elders of the human race survived.

Whether it was himself or Lin Ying, back then they were just middle-generation, young pillars.

So they survived, at the cost of their ancestors' lives.

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Inadvertently, we had become ancestors ourselves, those who had to sacrifice for the next generation.

Thinking of this, the impatience in Liu Dahua's heart suddenly calmed down. He turned to look at his two Grey Crane apprentices not far away.

The senior brother and sister were fiercely discussing the competition, which of the thirty-two participants was stronger or weaker, whether the Underworld King could win or Ye An could win.

They argued with flushed faces and necks thick with spit flying everywhere.

This scene made Liu Dahua somewhat reminiscent.

It seemed that he was like this when he was young, the young Liu Dahua sitting over there arguing with classmates about who had the best chance of becoming the strongest of their generation. Their voices grew louder with each argument, echoing throughout the corridor.

Thinking about it, Liu Dahua suddenly said, "Time passes so quickly."

He paused, as if encountering an inscrutable puzzle of a thousand years, and asked puzzledly, "Why is it so fast?"

Lin Ying beside him just nodded lightly and said, "Yeah, too fast."

On the way, Ye An helped Liu Dahua with several experiments. After over a hundred failures, they were not far from success.

There were still two days before the official start of the war.

Ye An's spaceship stopped at the entrance to the Divine Realm.

The appearance of the human spacecraft was completely out of sync with that of the Divine Race, very conspicuous. Coupled with the fact that there was no trade between humans and gods, it immediately attracted many people's attention.

Most of them seemed to be ordinary people just watching the excitement, but hidden among them was the intention to kill.

An old man stood on the rooftop of a luxurious hotel, overlooking the human spacecraft, his eyes icy.

The divine pupil on his forehead rose, and terrifying energy gathered in front of his pupils.

The moment Ye An stepped out of the spaceship would be the moment of his death!

The source of luck would disappear, the chaos would disappear, and the Divine Race would still stand tall above all realms. Our Tianqi Party will surely accept the position of the next God King!

A sick excitement appeared on the old divine clan's face.

The next second!

Ye An stepped out of the spaceship.

"Die!" Unable to contain the excitement in his heart, he shouted lightly, and the energy from his forehead suddenly soared.

But then, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart stopped beating.

Because he clearly saw a one-eyed black-clad swordsman appear behind Ye An.

At the moment he fired the laser.

The swordsman, with an expressionless face, looked up at him.

The shadow of the human race.

It's over.

At the docking platform.

No one noticed that the world beneath their feet fell silent for a moment, because it was too fast, perhaps even the river of time couldn't record what had just happened.

In the vast entrance, heads bobbed as everyone orderly walked toward the door.

Ye An was curious about the world before him, and the Divine Race around him was equally curious about him.

Just as he was feeling somewhat at a loss, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of sheathing a sword.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Ying casually sheathing his sword.

"Why are you looking at me? Move on," Lin Ying looked puzzled at Ye An.

Ye An was momentarily puzzled, wondering why he made that move?

Don't you have to draw the sword first before you can sheathe it? Could it be that Lin Ying was playing with drawing and sheathing the sword back and forth?

Someone urged him.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he hurried out of the security checkpoint.

Behind him.

The tall figure of Liu Dahua looked up at a hotel building in the distance and exclaimed, "It's been thousands of years, and you seem even faster than before."

"But isn't it inappropriate to meet like this?"

Lin Ying did not answer. He remembered what he had said to Ye An.

Go tell the Divine Race that times have changed.

It seemed that more than just Ye An needed to say this.

He exhaled a long breath looking at the vast territory of the Divine Race in front of him.

He thought it's good to be young.

I'm not old yet.