Yi Yun's appearance silenced everyone.
Gan Jun alone indeed lacked enough weight, but Yi Yun was different. Yi Yun had appeared in Chaos Heaven only a short time ago, yet in the past billion years, aside from the Ancestral God, he was the most dazzling figure in all of Chaos Heaven.
Whether they were Yi Yun's friends or enemies, they all acknowledged that Yi Yun was the only peerless prodigy who might one day grow to rival the Human Emperor.
But...
Even so, the current Yi Yun was utterly incapable of opposing the Ancestral God.
Even with Yi Yun leading them, this group might well be completely annihilated if they faced the Ancestral God.
"So it was Young Master Yi. I've long admired you. I know that you and the Ancestral God are locked in a life-and-death struggle, but even if Young Master Yi joined forces with us, we wouldn't be able to help you much."
A Ghost Race crone spoke. Her skin was waxy yellow, as though it had been smeared with a layer of corpse oil.
Yi Yun said, "Everyone, do you think I was driven into a corner by the Ancestral God, and am therefore trying to drag you into the mire to use you as cannon fodder and fight for a slim chance at survival?"
"That isn't what I meant, but..." The Ghost Race crone began again, but before she could finish, Yi Yun interrupted her. "The Ancestral God's tracking mark on me has already been deciphered. I can swear on my Dao heart that this is absolutely true."
"What!?"
Upon hearing Yi Yun's words, everyone was shaken. Yi Yun had actually removed the Ancestral God's tracking mark?
They had all tried every possible means to deal with this tracking mark, only to discover that unless