Perhaps sensing that his life was about to be entrusted here, Ancestor Ziqing slowly raised his head.
His hair had always been meticulously groomed and kept exceptionally neat, but now it hung loose and disheveled, making him look utterly bedraggled.
By nature, he had always been as indifferent as still water, someone who disliked all conflict. Whenever the sect had something to entrust to him, he would refuse in every possible way, claiming it would delay his cultivation.
Only when he truly could not refuse would he reluctantly agree.
It was difficult to imagine that an ancestor who so hated being entangled in trouble would actually choose to seek revenge against the Shangqing Sect alone.
In the end, he had fallen into such a miserable state.
"I am merely a frail, withered old body. What use is there in killing me alone?"
"I have always believed that the Lingyun Sect will not perish just like this. Those disciples who left the sect back then will one day return like rolling thunder."
"I have a premonition that day will not be far away. It may even be very near!"
"Come! Death is all that awaits me today. What do I have to fear?"
Ancestor Ziqing proudly raised his head. Two sharp beams of light shot from within his loose hair, and he somehow looked incomparably resolute.
At this moment, he had truly cast life and death aside. His gaze swept over the crowd below staring intently at him before finally settling on the Shangqing Sect elders and disciples. Then he burst into loud laughter.
"Hahahaha! I see you all as nothing but withered bones in tombs. Sooner or later, you will perish beneath the hands of Lingyun Sect disciples!"
Ancestor Ziqing's final words before death made the faces of many Shangqing