Jun Changxiao's expression turned grave.
The sudden voice had actually pierced through his soul and shaken his heart!
"Very strong!"
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, Extremely strong!
Whether it was the Patrol Envoy he had fought before or the Dark Demon King, neither had brought him much pressure. Yet now, merely a voice made him feel immense pressure.
Could it be... Old Man Taixuan?
The system said, "The Martial Gods who contended against the Soul Clan during the Ancient Era were very strong, right?"
"But they were merely revered by later generations as peak experts. Only Old Man Taixuan was called a legend, which is enough to show just how vast the gap between them was."
"Whoosh!"
Jun Changxiao clasped his hands and said respectfully, "Not being born in Senior's era, not being able to behold Senior's august visage, is truly one of life's greatest regrets."
"Little one."
That soul-piercing, heavy, ancient voice rang out again. "If you ascend to the Upper Realm, we will meet eventually."
Jun Changxiao was dumbfounded.
He knew there was a Formation within the Abode, and that the voice had been left behind in advance to trigger upon someone entering, but it had actually responded to him on its own!
"I left a trace of Spiritual Sense within the Abode. Though I have transcended the mortal world, I can still maintain contact with this place," the deep voice said.
Jun Changxiao's eyes widened.
Even Lu Qianqian, who had always remained unruffled, was staring in shock.
Leaving behind a trace of Spiritual Sense in the Abode to communicate with those who entered—what did that mean? It meant they could have a voice call with a legendary figure!
"Holy shit!"
"Holy fucking shit!"
Jun Changxiao displayed his uncultured nature to the fullest and hurriedly clasped his hands.