Planar Transmission, the Ancestor's Compensation

The scene became utterly surreal for a moment. Torikaze could not believe that a mere stone pedestal had transformed.

And Condensation Pearl's purpose really was to activate the altar.

But then what? Was it over after the flash of light? Keep going!

"Hey! Put some effort into it! I didn't come all this way just to watch you put on a light show!"

"Hehehe, young people really are impatient."

A man's voice sounded beside Torikaze's ear. It felt very familiar to him, but he could not remember whose voice it was.

Then, thick clouds of mist poured out from the altar and wrapped around Torikaze.

When Torikaze opened his eyes again, he was already standing in a small courtyard with wisps of cooking smoke rising into the air.

The sight before him felt familiar, because he had come here long ago, when he had still been a child.

"What's going on? Why was I sent here?"

The swirling clouds, the pine trees, the small courtyard, and the cranes gliding through the air all stirred Torikaze's memories.

The man sitting in the courtyard and drinking tea was also someone Torikaze knew very well. It was none other than his immortal-cultivating ancestor, Cloud Incarnate Dust.

Torikaze smiled and stepped forward. "Ancestor, we meet again. Twenty years have passed, and I'm no longer that child who needed to borrow your strength."

Cloud Incarnate Dust was initially puzzled by Torikaze's words, but then he understood.

"Hahaha, young man, I think you have misunderstood."

Torikaze's face was full of confusion. What was there to misunderstand? The age had not changed, the place had not changed, and neither had the imposing air.

"Aren't you Cloud Incarnate Dust, the ancestor?"

Cloud Incarnate Dust nodded. "That's right. But like the 'Cloud Incarnate Dust' you met, I am merely