By the time they reacted, it was already too late. Ye Xiwen had already rushed in, while Ying Bu Mie was even more furious, his rage blazing to the heavens. Ye Mo entering first would have been one thing, but now even Ye Xiwen had gone in. How could that not make evil rise from the edge of his courage?
But when he tried to chase after him, Ye Mo blocked his path. Among all these people, he was the one being watched most closely.
Although Ye Mo could not wield two Dao artifacts as effortlessly as Ye Xiwen, forcibly withstanding everyone's joint surprise attack, merely holding Ying Bu Mie back was still exceedingly easy for him.
Unable to get anywhere near, Ying Bu Mie could only let out furious roars again and again.
Ye Xiwen plunged headfirst into the rift. Contrary to what he had imagined, it was not a place of utter chaos, but a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant blossoms. The entire valley appeared utterly ordinary, yet it also seemed extraordinary everywhere, exuding a mystery that even Ye Xiwen could not see through.
With Ye Xiwen's current strength and attainments, he had already reached the pinnacle of the mundane world. He could see through everything with a single glance, so this ordinary valley that he could not see through instead seemed strange and mysterious.
However, Ye Xiwen was not overly concerned. If there had been any danger, Ye Mo would have warned him earlier. Since he had not, there was no danger.
He strode inside and saw a colossal tree, its canopy covering more than half the valley.
Beneath that great tree stood a tall, imposing man with his back to him, his hands clasped behind him. His body was as straight as a spear pointing