Novel & Cerita Becoming An Ancestor In Another World From This Day On

I shook my head. “She destroyed our family.” My sister’s expression became cold. “Now you understand.” She turned toward the Gate. The silver light behind her began expanding. “We don’t have much time.” “Until dawn.” I remembered my mother’s warning. My sister nodded. “At dawn, the Gate will open completely.” “What happens then?” “The worlds will overlap.” “Witches will cross.” “Creatures will cross.” “The dead will cross.” My blood ran cold. “And the Architect?” “He will return.”

You dare defy the ones who created existence? I looked up at it. You didn't create me. The Ancestor became silent. I continued. You created the first world. You created the first life. But you didn't create my choices. Cassian smiled. That's my wife. The Ancestor's eyes narrowed. You belong to creation. I shook my head. No. Creation belongs to everyone. My daughter looked up at me. Mama? I squeezed her hand. Stay close to me. She nodded. The Ancestor attacked.

"Mrs. Crowe, are you sure you want me to cancel your flight ticket for moving abroad with Mr. Crowe in a week?" Milena Brooks' voice came through the phone, sounding confused. She was Asher Crowe's assistant. Gwyneth Payne stood on the balcony. She glanced at the withered trees below and made her decision. "Yes. Book me a flight to my parents' place for the same day and get Liana a flight overseas for that day, too. I'll see them off to settle down overseas in a week, then head back to my parents' place."

And as he grew older, everything just feels like smaller and smaller. Thoughts like... 'The palace wasn't the only Jaiden Palace, After all.' 'So I was a descendant family of the 7 elite families that of the Magic Realm. That's why everyone's competing at the thrown, so that's why my siblings hate me.' 'So I was a son of the Balck witch of the west? That's why... though doesn't change the fact that I was hated anyway.' Realizing that the world is larger than he thought it would be. He became indulged through the world of books and grimoires. Learning magic and acquiring endless knowledge, he was given everything he needed to nourish.

‘Our new world,’ her mother smirked. When they walked past the door, a gentle breeze greeted Bonnie. Someone was standing at the doorpost waiting to close the door. When she raised her face toward the one that stood next to the doorpost, she can’t see the person’s face. The person was faceless. ‘Who’s that?’ she whispered to her mother. ‘That’s the keeper of the doorway,’ she answered. ‘Where exactly are we?’ Bonnie threw another question impatiently. ‘You’re in the ancestors’ world,’ her grandmother answered.

Bruce says. Anna takes the bottle. "We will return tonight. Fallon, we are always close by if you need us. There is nothing to fear. We need you," the ancestors say in unison. "Why?" I ask. The ancestors pass the bottle between the three of them. "Because without you and your gift, our world will die, and the supernatural will destroy your world," the three say. The rain falls heavy where the ancestors are standing. They disappear into the pouring rain. Thunder and lightning seem to be over us, and then it is gone with the rain.

They told me that if I ever need them again, I just have to use the amulet that my father gave me. “Mei, do you know of a place where I can read manuscripts?” I asked Mei. We were back in my room and I was mulling over the thought of what the old lady told me. She said there were more like me in this world. She even said that she knew I wasn’t from this world. Did she mean that there are others who came from my world, died and were transmigrated to this world? If that were the case, then maybe there are some manuscripts written by those people in the past.

Their sacred resonance was my entire world's orbit, the cosmic masterstroke by which all future epochs would be etched across the firmament. And as my smoldering gaze met the mother's luminous stare, I knew without a shred of uncertainty that by my claw alone, the dawning of a new golden age had begun. An age of genetic ascendancy, of evolutionary supremacy realized at long last. The time of reckoning for this decadent world had arrived. THE HEIR THAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE LOST! MY HEIR... MY PUPS.

Immediately they left, the evil spirit comes out from the boy body bleeding. And the spirit woke the boy up, the spirit told him that his friends betrayed him and because of the sword that was used on him his descendants won't be able to cross to the other worlds and also from today on his body has become spirit, if any of his descendants try to visit the other world.

Azure cloud Ancestor stops and looks like he’s thinking for a bit before answering. “I didn’t suggest anything, Ancestor Song. I didn’t dare claim to know everything about lord Zhu's intentions, but let me ask you this. What would you do if lord Zhu released all of them back to their sects and since those offenders didn’t cause any harm other than ruin the venerable Zhu mood and stain the floor? The chance that he would just release them back and want some kind of compensation instead is very high.” The answer from the Azure cloud sect ancestor brings light to all the people who gathered there. Now they know what they need to do.