My System Is Ancestors and Ancestors

Traveling to the world of cultivating immortals, Chen Jiuqiu awakened a system. Panels, tasks, and rewards are all available. Both of his parents were dead, and he thought this was the standard for a chosen one. Until that day, he found a genealogy written in blood in the secret room of his ancestral tomb. Under the name of the first generation ancestor, there is only one line: "I failed. Pass it on." The second generation: "I found a way to hide my cultivation." Generation 3: "His harvest cycle is once a thousand years, remember." Fourth generation, fifth generation, sixth generation... There is an empty space on the last page of the family tree. Next to it was a line of wet blood: "Chen Jiuqiu, it's your turn." Six thousand three hundred years. Thousands of generations of ancestors. Before each death, their souls were poured into a broken compass and merged into one voice. Wait for him to open. He suddenly understood that every beep of that "system"—— Not mechanical synthesis. It was people with the same blood as him who were telling him: move forward. This world is called Peach Blossom Spring, but it was turned into a slaughterhouse by outsider monks. His parents were obliterated because of the taboo of touching. All geniuses who break through the golden elixir will be harvested as crops. The ancestors used thousands of failures to pave a way for him to hide under the eyes of the gods. This time, he wants to end this autumn that has lasted for six thousand years. He wants to do it for his parents, for all the people who have been swallowed up, for this land that has been drained of its luck—— Return everything that is due.