Centennial Calamity (3)

Snowy Mountain Summit.

An ice sculpture trembled, then countless cracks spread across it.

Crack~

It split apart.

Yang Min had been kneeling here for half a year, begging to see the seniors of the Heavenly Mystery Sect.

Yet other than the freezing wind, not a single sound answered him.

The entrance to the spatial passage seemed frozen solid by bone-piercing cold, impossible to pry open even the slightest crack.

A wisp of spiritual power rose from Yang Min's body, restoring his vigor.

He cupped his hands toward the interior.

"Seniors of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, today is the day my Yang Family honors our ancestors. Once I have finished the ancestral rites, I will return."

The ancestral rites could not be changed.

Just as Yang Min was about to leave for the rites, a ripple came from the space behind him.

"Yang Min, if you cannot see us, then the fated connection has not arrived. You need not come again."

"Senior!"

Yang Min immediately turned around, but within that mysterious Heavenly Mystery Sect there were only ripples in space and no one appeared, as though the voice had drifted down from beyond the heavens.

Unable to see anyone, Yang Min simply dropped to his knees and said:

"Senior, I wish to see my eldest granduncle, Yang Qiang. Please let me enter."

"Yang Qiang has already severed himself from the mortal world. He no longer bears his former identity. He cannot interfere in the Yang Family's affairs. Leave, and do not come again."

"Then I beg you, Senior, lend me the [Heavenly Mystery Shuttle Token] once. I am willing to do anything for the Heavenly Mystery Sect. I only ask to bring my family back."

Yang Min knelt and repeatedly knocked his head against the ground.

Whether it was finding Yang