Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

"Hahaha~"

A burst of laughter came from the black mist.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Yi felt a vague sense of foreboding.

"I'm laughing at your arrogance...your direct descendants have been slaughtered, the Feng Family has few soldiers left, the family's fortune has plummeted to rock bottom, and you still want to stand on equal footing with me? Are you qualified? If I'm not mistaken...your jar is already devoid of power, isn't it?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I didn't come to explain, but to hold you accountable; you have greatly disappointed me..."

"Humph~ If it weren't for your people causing issues, I would have won long ago."

"Feng Yi, oh Feng Yi...you're still so stubborn; I've thought a lot these days, and I finally understand, it was my mistake... I erred in treating you as Feng Family's ancestors, you... you aren't even a bit worthy, you're just a burden to our Night Demon Palace's plans."

"Arrogant! The Night Demons owe my Feng Family! You should be following my command! If you had exerted your full strength, we would have taken over the Danai Dynasty by now!"

"You're right, which is why...I have come."

At this moment, Feng Yi's expression slightly softened, and he nodded.

"If we had done this earlier, everything would be fine. You and I together...who can rival under the Nascent Soul? Aren't the Twelve Dynasties ours to rule?"