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The one walking toward them step by step was, astonishingly, a child clad in a Daoist robe. His face was youthful, but his gaze was deep. If Liang Yue and Wen Yifan had been here, they would have recognized him as Chen Xiaodao, the child who had once called them father and mother.

Only later did Liang Yue learn that this was what Master of Profound Heavens looked like after crossing time and space to lend him a palm strike, his cultivation falling as he reverted to childhood.

By now, Chen Xiaodao had clearly regained his memories, though he had not fully recovered his cultivation.

Facing Kuo Muye, who hung in midair like a demonic god, his tiny body possessed no strength to fight him in terms of cultivation. Yet in bearing, he did not yield in the slightest.

"Heh heh, Chen Yan Dao." Kuo Muye stared at the newcomer from the sky. "You finally showed yourself. Did you come because you could no longer bear to watch your disciples and descendants march to their deaths?"

"Chen Su sent me word, telling me to hide, saying you wanted to deal with me." Chen Xiaodao looked calmly at Kuo Muye. "I had wondered why the Martial God would break his gentleman's promise with me. But upon seeing you, I understood. So that was what happened."

"You think you understand me so well?" Kuo Muye's tone suddenly darkened, as though he would strike with lethal force the next instant.

"I would not dare." Chen Xiaodao's tone remained mild. "But I know you sought me because you feared I might return to my former cultivation and become a threat to you. Like Bei Luoshimen, you both wish to eliminate anyone capable of threatening you. It is simply that your current strength falls short