Pill Tower Ancestor

"Pill Tower Ancestor?" Wei Yang raised a brow slightly, his gaze following in that direction.

"Ah, after all these years, your Soul Clan still can't let go of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame."

Under the gazes of everyone present, that stretch of space remained silent for a moment before finally beginning to ripple slowly.

Then, an exceptionally ancient voice quietly rang out.

As the voice sounded, the spatial ripples there grew increasingly intense. A moment later, a green ox stepped through the void and slowly emerged amid a deep, low moo.

What an entrance.

"Uh..."

Everyone's gazes immediately turned toward the green ox—or rather, toward the person seated upon its back.

Yet when they clearly saw his appearance, they were all stunned.

Because the newcomer was not an elderly figure as everyone had imagined. The person seated on the ox's back was small in stature, dressed in plain coarse cloth, with clear eyes and an immature face.

He was actually only a boy who looked to be around ten years old.

Countless astonished gazes fixed upon the boy seated atop the green ox. For a moment, the entire place fell utterly silent.

Clearly, no one had expected such an aged voice to come from the mouth of a child.

"Rumor has it that the Pill Tower Ancestor enjoys wandering the mortal world and repeatedly reincarnates through borrowed bodies. Now that I see him, it seems the rumors are true." After his initial shock, Elder Yao seemed to recall something, realization flashing through his eyes.

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. What masterful control over space.

"Old monster, you still like putting on this mysterious act." Soul Demon Elder gave the Green Ox Herdboy a cold smile.

Yet a trace of wariness had appeared in his originally placid eyes.

"If your