Zhao Yi took a deep breath, withdrawing his gaze from the Monument Forest, and looked at Prince Zhi beside him.
Prince Zhi seemed to know what Zhao Yi was thinking and nodded, "That's right, it's just as you think. This is the ice-sealed resting place of our ancestors."
"I thought they were all dead," Zhao Yi said in surprise.
Prince Zhi replied, "In the first few hundred years, many did indeed die. They were all remarkably talented, believing they could break through the Ninth Rank Limit to reach the legendary Tenth Rank, completely changing the Zhao Family's bloodline curse."
"And what happened?"
Although Zhao Yi knew the outcome, he still couldn't help but ask.
"All failed."
Prince Zhi shook his head, "Even the most gifted ancestors couldn't break through the legendary realm. Despite being just a paper-thin distance away, it was like a natural chasm—ultimately unattainable!"
Suddenly, Zhao Yi remembered a key issue.
