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Not only were they related, they were only two generations apart, and they were born to the same line. Their Bloodline, its quirks, the methods to improve it, were almost perfectly in line, and even if it wasn\'t perfect, it was 99.99% in line with one another.

Accepting such an Inheritance would allow Titus to improve at a speed thousands of times faster than before without exaggeration. Not only that, but his strength itself would likewise skyrocket even without taking a single step in cultivation.

Even so, Titus eyes seemed to be glued to Primus.

"Little Ryu... Is alive?"

Primus didn\'t like to repeat himself so he didn\'t bother to answer. Rather, he tossed the glass orb.

"Use it, or don\'t. I don\'t particularly care."

Titus caught it reflexively, mostly because his mind was still on his question. But seeing that Primus wasn\'t answering, he realized that this meant that it was true. His son was alive, his son was really alive.

Titus\' gaze reddened, his jaw clenching.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

"...You... You said that you would go and see Little Ryu, why didn\'t you say anything about father? Have you already seen him?"

Primus was already leaving. With his speed, he was already quite a distance away by the time Titus\' voice reached him.

"Because he\'s dead." Primus said indifferently.

Titus\' eyes widened. A surge of blood rushed into his head and he moved without thinking. In a blink, he had already appeared in the skies blocking Primus\' path, a pair of wide black wings, each stretching over three meters, appearing to his back.

"What did you just say?! Repeat that!"

For some reason, Primus actually paused. Looking into Titus\' gaze with an unmoved expression, he remained silent, seemingly trying to avoid something.

Titus\' voice roared, he didn\'t seem to care about how far it was echoing or if those chasing him could catch up based on his. Hearing that his son was alive in one moment, and then that his father had died in the next, he felt like his world was spinning. All the happiness he had felt plunged into the greatest depths of darkness, his Rage Flames spilling over.

As they billowed outward, their usually red-black hue looked far more black than anything else. It was so exaggerated that it was almost impossible to recognize the original foundation of it. Despite the heat in the region, it rose once again, so much so that the fabric of the Eighth Heaven seemed to be warping and waving as though its joints were melting apart.

Titus\' fury only continued to rise when Primus didn\'t answer. His wounds erupted to black flames, new wounds appearing as the flames continued to spill out of his body as though they were rushing out with every pump of his heart. He was so infuriated that he couldn\'t even see straight.

He realized at that moment that Primus must have known about this matter for a while, he had known for years at the very least, maybe even longer than that. The only reason he bothered to tell Titus about it now was because he wanted to deal with what remained of his Karmic Ties. This interaction might have never happened if Primus didn\'t need it for his ascension.

Primus could have stopped it. He knew Primus could have stopped it.

Back when Ryu\'s Spiritual Foundation was sealed by outside forces, he could have stopped it. Back when Ryu was forced to kill himself to have a chance at changing his family\'s fate, he could have stopped it. When the Tatsuya Clan was on the verge of destruction, he could have stopped it.

The Martial Gods probably had no idea that the Tatsuya had a Dao Sovereign in their Lineage. If they were aware, they would have never taken action in the first place.

No one above the Perfect Sky God Realm could seem to step into Sacrum, however, Primus, as a man born there, could enter with ease even as a Dao Sovereign. If he had been present, if he had just shown his face once, how could any of this have happened? How could these thousands of years of suffering even begin if he was willing to be an Ancestor for even a single brief instant of time?!

Just as Titus was about to lose control and attack, disregarding the difference between them, Primus suddenly spoke, his words calm and not carrying even the slightest trace of emotion.

"Do you know why you\'re suffering right now?" Primus looked toward Titus. "It\'s because you\'re weak. You were too weak to change your son\'s fate, too weak to protect your family, too weak to survive the Nether World, too weak to stand boldly in the Eighth Heaven, too weak to even have the right to question me like this.

"But it\'s not only because you\'re weak, it\'s because the powerful Clans and Sects oppressing you have no pride, no backbone, no courage. They bully you because they can, they bully you because they fear losing a grip of their strength, fear that one day they will fall to be the ones that are bullied instead."

"Quite frankly, I find the both of you to be wholly pathetic."

Titus couldn\'t seem to breathe. The heat building up within his body was so great that it suffocated his own breath, tightening its hold around his throat.

He was so infuriated that he laughed.

"That\'s why? You refuse to help your family because you don\'t want to feel like a bully? Is that right?"

The words sounded so ridiculous that Titus\' laughter came out in roars akin to an enraged dragon, dispersing even the heavy soot in the skies. But...

Primus\' response was even more shocking.

"That\'s exactly right. Such hypocritical actions are beneath me. You want revenge? Get it yourself. Either that or alert an enemy strong enough to interest me."

Without another word, Primus turned and vanished, his speed at a level Titus had not a single chance to catch up to.