A Sharp Sound Rips Through the Silence!

As for whether it was necessary to take their life, Meng Po had never insisted on it.

In her eyes, all things possessed spirits, and all living beings were equal.

Every life deserved respect and had the right to continue existing.

If killing could be avoided, that was for the best.

At this moment, in the void beyond the heavens.

Following the Imperial Edict of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Haotian rode the wind at full speed, heading east into the depths of primordial chaos.

Tucked against his chest was the jade token personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor—though he stood amid the boundless, mist-shrouded chaos beyond the heavens, with nothing but vast emptiness in every direction, he had no fear of losing his way. The jade token was like a living thing, continuously giving off a faint glow as it silently guided him, helping him pinpoint the dwelling place of the ancient Kirin Clan.

It was simply far too convenient.

After several days of travel, Haotian finally reached his destination.

Before him lay a vast meteorite wasteland, strewn thick with stellar remains, jagged and crisscrossing.

No one would have expected that, deep within this dead-silent, shadowy chaos, a remnant branch of the ancient Kirin Clan lay hidden!

The sight was utterly staggering.

Haotian lightly tapped off the ground with his toes and landed steadily atop a massive gray-black meteorite, raising his head to survey the surroundings.

The entire meteorite belt was submerged in thick, ink-black darkness. Even with cultivation like his, his Spiritual Sense sweeping outward could not fully take in its true extent; he could only search inch by inch with his naked eyes.

The material of these meteorites was peculiar—it could actually block Divine Sense. The thought had only arisen when he understood it clearly.

He then stepped forward.