Nascent Souls Clash, the Secrets of Withering and Flourishing, a Return to Old Haunts, a Reunion with an Old Friend

The voice sounded weathered and came from a great distance.

Yet it was no shout. It was merely an ordinary sentence, but every word reached Luo Chen's ears with perfect clarity.

A thought suddenly surfaced in Luo Chen's mind.

Divine Sense transmission!

But across a thousand miles, and without even focusing the sound into a directed message—how powerful a Divine Soul Foundation would it take to make every word so clear?

Luo Chen swallowed and steadied himself.

He shook his head sharply, then looked up again.

Through his distant gaze, he vaguely made out another scene beneath the sky full of thunderclouds.

A young Daoist in an intricately patterned White Bone Daoist Robe sat in a White Bone Daoist Carriage, looking down over the mountain range.

A Three-Headed Flood Dragon pulled his carriage.

It bared its fangs and claws, glaring viciously at the old man opposite them.

The old man wore a blue robe, his graying hair falling neatly down his back.

He gave nothing away, yet facing the White Bone Daoist and the Three-Headed Flood Dragon, he showed no fear. He even wore a smile.

The White Bone Daoist stared hard at the old man before him.

"You know me?"

The old man smiled. "The master of Great Snow Mountain—the White Bone Mysterious Snake. Who hasn't heard of you?"

"But I don't know you." The White Bone Mysterious Snake looked at him with disdain.

The old man smiled faintly. "Powerful cultivators of the Human Race emerge one after another. I've only recently reached the Nascent Soul Realm, so it's natural you wouldn't know me. Allow me to introduce myself: Han Zhan of the Fallen Cloud Sect!"

The White Bone Mysterious Snake raised an eyebrow. He had no memory of anyone by that name.

And although his opponent's Nascent Soul