Old Ancestor Yunqing rapidly calculated with his withered fingers, attempting to deduce Old Ancestor Xuanyin's intentions.
Yet the heavenly secrets remained shrouded by chaos. He could only vaguely sense a destructive malice quietly locking onto something...
Not merely the Xuantian Continent!
"No! That old ghost's intentions are wrong!" Old Ancestor Yunqing abruptly rose to his feet, and the array disk of ten-thousand-year cold jade marrow let out a groan under unbearable strain.
"Xiyun!" he shouted sharply.
Xiyun, who had long been waiting outside the hall, immediately flashed inside, his expression grave. "Ancestor!"
"There is something amiss at Xuanming Holy Land! That old ghost Xuanyin may be making a move!" Old Ancestor Yunqing spoke at a breakneck pace, carrying an urgency never seen before.
"You will go personally! Take my Profound Ice Mirror and enter Xuanming Holy Land.
"At any cost, determine what that old ghost Xuanyin is refining!
"If anything goes wrong... issue a warning immediately!"
He raised a hand and tossed out a palm-sized, diamond-shaped ice crystal, crystal-clear throughout and radiating a frigid chill.
It was precisely the Profound Ice Mirror, Tianyuan Holy Land's treasured sect artifact, capable of seeing through falsehoods and concealing one's tracks.
Xiyun received the Profound Ice Mirror with both hands. Its touch was bone-piercingly cold, yet it invigorated his spirit. "This disciple accepts the order! I will not fail the Ancestor's trust!"
He knew full well that this journey was fraught with danger, yet he did not dare hesitate in the slightest.
Watching Xiyun transform into a streak of cold light and vanish beyond the hall, Old Ancestor Yunqing's brows knit tightly. The ominous premonition in his heart grew increasingly intense, weighing heavily upon him.
He looked again toward the water mirror. The fierce and violent aura at the core of Xuanming Holy Land