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Cui Xinle was also on the verge of death due to her illness. No matter how much her family begged, the ancestor showed no mercy towards this unfilial descendant.

Seeing that his son was about to die, Cui Xianle's father grew angry. Ignoring the teachings of his ancestors, he insisted on killing his ancestor to accompany his son in death, thinking that even if his son died, this old turtle should not live. The ancestor caught him and put him into the cage to steam.

I bless your Cui Family for generations of prosperity, and in your generation, you actually want to cook me up and eat me. Are you crazy, I only want to kill a few of your kids, and if it weren't for me, the Cui Family might have already stopped following me, and what would a few children do, wouldn't they just be reborn?

No matter how much spiritual energy a spiritual creature had, it was impossible to change its nature. The ancestor could not understand the pain of Cui Xianle's father losing his son. It was as if some animals were starving and would eat their own children.

The Cui Family people knew that the deaths of Cui Xinle's brothers were all because of their ancestor, so they were immediately filled with resentment towards their ancestor. They did not trust the ancestor very much anymore, and only treated him as a long-lived turtle, and when they heard that the deaths of these children were due to this turtle, they immediately blew up the pot. What kind of spiritual object was this turtle?

The Cui Family had tied up the ancestor while he was asleep, especially the mouth. The countless sharp teeth in the ancestor's mouth were not for fun. The ancestor was tied up, so he woke up and threw it into the cage. To prevent it from moving around, the Cui Family placed a few large stones on top of the cage and set it on fire.

After a whole day and night of steaming, the firewood was already used up. What was burned was not only the wood, but also the hatred the Cui Family had for this giant turtle. They could not understand what their ancestor was thinking, as the ancestor would never have imagined that the Cui Family would kill him for the sake of a few children and end the Cui Family's lives.

In order to prevent the ancestor from running out, the Cui Family took turns to look at the box. The ancestor had suffered a lot inside, unable to beg for his life, unable to beg for death. This box could prevent the ancestor from escaping, but the fire would not burn it.

Spiritualists with a bit of intelligence were already infuriated by the might of the heavens, causing continuous disasters. Humans also had countless disasters, but compared to animals, it was much easier for them to cultivate because animals were not as intelligent as humans. Furthermore, one more calamity and it would be a human tribulation.

Of course, the heavenly might no longer belonged to the power of the human world, and in the process of cultivation, the animal spirits would seek out the help of humans. This was very difficult, first of all, not all humans would help them, the estrangement between different species was impossible to eliminate, and no matter how humans and the animal immortals came into contact, humans would always be on guard, similarly, any spirit that desired to get close to humans would always be afraid, and this contradictory mentality made it impossible for the two to completely fuse.

Humans could interact with animal immortals to their mutual benefit, which could be beneficial for both of them. However, once humans believed that their benefits were less than animal immortals, the trade would come to an end, as did the ancestors who protected the Cui Family for generations, in exchange for the spiritual support of the Cui Family. It thought that cultivation was so simple, but it turned out that the day it entered the Cui Family, the human calamity was like a fated sharp sword, sooner or later it would stab it.

The anger of the Cui Family was the doom of the Ancestral Master, and at this moment, the huge box and the raging flames below were the test of doom. Don't think that doom was just to get rid of the dregs and leave the essence behind, cultivation was already a heaven-defying action, the doom of heavenly might only had one goal for any spiritual object, and that was to completely destroy it.

Although the Cui Family members could not see inside the box, they could still imagine how their ancestor was struggling in pain. At this moment, the respect and love they had for their ancestor was gone, and the pleasure of revenge and that fiendish grin appeared on their face. Their ancestor, whom they worshipped and treasured, was now trying his best to torture him.

The heat coming from beneath its body almost burned its body. As time passed, its feeling went from pain to drowsiness, and it almost couldn't feel that it was suffering in a cage at the moment, that its life was trying to reduce the pain in any way in the face of danger. The ancestor had an illusion, that it was walking along the edge of the abyss, struggling in the endless water, at times extremely cold, at times extremely hot, which was in fact the last struggle of its life force that it had gained from years of cultivation, and even if it wanted to die, it didn't want to die.

As time passed, the Cui Family believed their ancestor to be dead, but at the same time, Cui Xinle was slowly getting better. The Cui Family was overjoyed, and was even more determined to kill their ancestor.

Cui Xinle felt his body slowly recovering. In the end, it was as if nothing had happened. He felt a life form that was connected to him fade away. Even though the struggle of that life was extremely intense, it was still a great pressure that had been placed on Cui Xianle by the ancestor. This pressure could not only kill Cui Xianle, but it also connected the two of them inextricably.

It was already late in the night, and Cui Xianle's uncle was asleep in the box. Everyone else was asleep, and Cui Xianle's uncle was also about to fall asleep. As Cui Xianle looked at the huge box in front of him, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, not a sense of being able to see or hear, but an intense sense of despair for the future.

As a child, Cui Xianle was not happy with the recovery of his body. At this moment, a strong sense of danger filled his heart. He did not know how he found out, but he knew that everyone in the Cui Family would pay the price for this act, which was filled with hatred and killing intent.

Cui Xinle seemed to know that there was nothing he could do about the calamity that was about to befall the Cui Family. He just went back to his room silently, and sure enough, in the middle of the night, the ancestor who was not willing to die like this broke free from his cage, and the big rock that was pressed down from the cage broke Cui Xinle's head. Cui Xinle's uncle died in his sleep, and the several Cui Family houses underneath the cage were burnt to ashes.

Cui Xinle, on the other hand, did not die in this disaster. The room he was in was burnt to ashes, but he himself was unharmed, and even the bed under him was burnt away. He woke up in a pile of ashes.

The fire raged on for a whole night. For some reason, other than Cui Xianle, no one else in the Cui Family had survived, and all the other residents seemed to have lost their minds. No one had noticed the fire, and no one had ever tried to save it.

The Ancestral Master did not die under the great fire, but he endured the human tribulation, and after a day and night of steaming, he exhausted his entire life's cultivation. At this moment, the Ancestral Master was no different from when he first opened his spiritual consciousness, his body was smaller, less than half of his original size, and this was because his life force had been greatly consumed.

When Cui Xinle saw the ancestor in the shell, there was no longer any hatred between the two of them. It was probably because Cui Xinle was not born to be a normal person, and the ancestor was a spiritual being; even the ancestors' views couldn't be compared to mortals. In the end, Cui Xinle and the ancestor were adopted by a kind family.

He had indeed treated this place as his own home, and coincidentally, this house didn't have any children either. When he had seen Cui Xianle like this, he had naturally been overjoyed, and had also been puzzled by Cui Xianle's abnormal actions. When they had asked if Cui Xianle had thought of his former home, Cui Xianle had said that he and the Cui Family were fated by fate to have no relationship. Regardless of who he was, he would always treat his adoptive parents as if they were his parents.

For the past three years, he would spend a large amount of time with his ancestor almost every day. Cui Xinle talked to the ancestor, and the ancestor, whose spiritual energy had run out, would try his best to understand Cui Xinle's words, because his adoptive parents doted on Cui Xinle very much. When he reached the age of school, Cui Xinle said that he did not want to go to school, but when his adoptive parents wanted to buy him clothes and candy, Cui Xinle did not want to owe others too much. In the eyes of his adoptive parents, Cui Xinle had yet come out from the pain of losing her loved ones.

His adoptive parents had treated Cui Xinle as a child and had only thought that he was spouting nonsense, not taking it seriously. Who knew that a few days later, Cui Xinle had disappeared along with his ancestor.

Cui Xinle had a premonition that he and his adoptive parents had a shallow relationship. After three years of being together, their relationship had already run out. If they continued to be together, they would only get fed up. He did not want his relationship with his adoptive parents to end like this.