Return to the War God Continent, the Founding Senior Disciple Xiao Yi!

Return to the War God Continent, the Founding Senior Disciple Xiao Yi!

Above the towering Saint Palace, beside a gigantic spatial rift, eleven figures stood suspended in the air. A tall, black-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down with a faint smile. Beside him, a beautiful woman with long dark-blue hair held a baby in her arms, while nine other experts emanating vast auras stood silently behind the black-haired man.

The Grand Elder's incredulous cry drew everyone's curious gaze from the square. Looking at that faintly familiar face, everyone couldn't help but freeze.

"Chen Yun?"

Hearing this, the two Palace Masters, who had previously worn imposing expressions above the Saint Palace, suddenly stiffened. They abruptly raised their heads and cast excited gazes toward the black-haired man above. Although the latter's bearing had completely changed and his sharply defined face no longer held the youthfulness of years past, the two Palace Masters still recognized him at first glance.

"Little Chen!"

The majesty the two Palace Masters usually possessed vanished without a trace. It was as if they had shed a layer of disguise and revealed their truest selves. At this moment, their usually booming voices had turned hoarse. One could imagine how excited they were, because the black-haired man above was the pride of their lives. His name was Chen Yun, and that aura was so familiar—more familiar than anything.

"Grandpa!"

"Teacher!"

The man above, whose body carried not the slightest aura of a powerful expert, also heard the two Palace Masters' hoarse, excited calls. The smile on his face slowly faded as he stared blankly at those two familiar faces, their eyes brimming with tears. Finally, he suddenly came to his senses. In the blink of an eye, he dropped to his knees before