"It's over!"
He turned his head toward Lin Xuan with difficulty, only to find him looking delighted.
"Old Luo, don't panic. It's someone we know!"
As Lin Xuan's voice rang out, Luo Tongtian finally relaxed.
The next moment, the pervasive pressure abruptly vanished without a trace.
A peculiar thought stirred within Lin Xuan's mind. It was the method Chu Xi had left behind.
"Senior Sister!"
Lin Xuan cupped his hands toward the direction of the three immortal rivers from afar.
Immortal light gathered, and the figure finally stepped forth completely.
As the radiance faded, breathtaking beauty entered everyone's sight. Dressed in azure robes, with three thousand strands of black hair spread behind her, bright eyes and pearly teeth, she could contend with the sun and moon in splendor.
"Ancestor Chu Xi!"
Old Man of Heavenly Secrets, who had fallen to the ground, knelt down in excitement. The muscles on his aged face twitched wildly as towering waves of joy surged through his heart.
The immortal rivers slowly faded away. Chu Xi's brows knit slightly as she turned and approached Lin Xuan.
"Heaven's lockdown has weakened. The will of the Azure Cloud Realm actually took the initiative to guide the spiritual light of my consciousness back. What happened?"
Chu Xi's voice was solemn, her tone, like jade beads rolling across a plate, carrying a trace of heaviness.
Lin Xuan's spiritual power surged forth, directly pouring everything that had happened earlier into the spiritual light of Chu Xi's consciousness.
Chu Xi immediately widened her beautiful eyes and stared fixedly at Lin Xuan.
"What is it?"
Lin Xuan's scalp tingled beneath her gaze.
"Junior Brother, where did you inherit this crooked, wicked habit of plucking every feather from a passing goose? You even dared to fleece the Will of Heaven? And you succeeded?"