Lin Xuan had naturally never seen Old Ancestor Hun Yuan, but this man was absolutely not the legendary old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm. Of that, he was certain. The reason was simple: the Nine Heavens Profound Art Lin Xuan practiced was a supreme true art of the Daoist schools, and among its powers was the ability to see through disguises.
Breaking illusions and deceptive tricks!
The old man before him seemed to have been transformed by someone using a spell.
Though Lin Xuan's cultivation was limited and he could not see through to the man's true face, it was enough just to know someone was impersonating him.
What exactly had happened? Where was Old Ancestor Hun Yuan?
Lin Xuan faintly sensed something was wrong. It seemed leaving at once was the correct choice, but with the spiritual medicine right before his eyes, giving up would make him regret it for the rest of his life. Even if it was a gamble, at a time like this he had to take the plunge.
"Master, this Witchcraft Assembly has concluded successfully. All the disciples who entered the top twelve are here, and they come from a total of nine tribes." The elderly man surnamed Ye stepped forward and spoke with the utmost respect.
The other two great perfection experts, Yun Feng and the middle-aged woman, likewise did not even dare breathe too loudly.
"Mm." Old Ancestor Hun Yuan nodded. His eyes half-open and half-closed, his gaze swept one by one over the faces of the twelve young witchers. Every one of them showed intense excitement, and Lin Xuan was no exception, though inwardly he was naturally sneering nonstop.
What followed was simple. Over this million years, who knew how many times the Witchcraft Assembly had been held? Everyone naturally knew