Ancestor Kent Clark sat on the stone bench in the inner sanctuary, his old hands trembling as he stared at his grandson.
The wind howled softly outside the spiritual barrier, but inside, the air was completely still. Kent's mind was in a state of absolute chaos. An extra five hundred years of life and a breakthrough to the absolute apex of this world sounded completely impossible. It sounded like a beautifully crafted lie.
"Tony," Kent said, his voice deep and shaking with a mix of hope and deep suspicion. "What you are saying completely defies the natural laws of our world. To increase my lifespan by five centuries and force my old foundation to break through to the absolute peak... not even the greatest medicinal pills in this empire can achieve such a miracle.
