Within the space of Northern Wasteland Hill, a deathly stillness permeated every corner. Ever since the ancient war, the Heavenly Evil God's power had influenced this place, failing to disperse even after countless ages.
When Mu Zi stepped onto this continent, a transcendent aura spread out, causing even the deathly stillness between heaven and earth to fade away, as though the Northern Wasteland Hill, unchanged since time immemorial, had welcomed vitality.
Such a change startled the experts of the Gravekeeper line stationed at Northern Wasteland Hill. In Mu Zi's perception, a rather powerful aura approached from afar and appeared before her.
It was an old man in black robes with white hair. An air of twilight surrounded him, as if the fire of his life might be extinguished at any moment, yet beneath that tottering posture lay a power that could not be underestimated.
The black-robed old man looked at the transcendent figure of peerless grace before him. His body paused slightly, then he bowed to the White-Clothed Woman in midair, performing an ancient salute.
"Undying greets the Martial Ancestor."
Though the black-robed elder's voice did not contain much emotional fluctuation, it faintly carried a heartfelt awe.
Although the Undying Lord dwelled in Northern Wasteland Hill and had not taken a single step outside for years, he was not cut off from the world. The news from the outside world concerning the Martial Ancestor had stirred waves in his heart, which had been silent like a deep pool for so many years.
Since the fall of the Immortal Great Emperor, there had never been an era in the Great Thousand World as flourishing as the present, and all of this had originated from the person before him.
It was hard to imagine that someone could rise like a meteor in