Sword Venerable!

Cangyuan and the others turned back at the sound.

Three figures were walking through the void, treading on empty air.

The one in the lead had white hair and a white beard, with a kindly face. His plain white daoist robe fluttered lightly in the wind, leaves blooming beneath his feet with every step, each footfall leaving faint spatial ripples in the void.

It was the Ancestor of Space, Yang Mei.

The man on the left had a gaunt face and bright, sharp eyes. He looked rather easygoing, but on closer inspection, the corners of his eyes twitched faintly, as if he were constantly on guard against something.

The Ancestor of Time, Shichen.

The man on the right had an indifferent expression, his brows and eyes carrying a distant aloofness that warned strangers away. His lips were pressed together slightly, and his gaze was sharp as a blade.

The Ancestor of Destiny, Zhiming.

All three were existences at the level of Hunyuan Taichu Great Luo Golden Immortal. Their auras were restrained yet heavy, and around them flowed the faint, half-visible radiance of the Great Dao.

Cangyuan froze for a moment, then cupped his hands and smiled. "Why have the three seniors come?"

Yang Mei chuckled, his brows kind and eyes benevolent. "To help you."

Cangyuan looked at him, then at Shichen and Zhiming. A thoughtful look crossed his face, his gaze wise, as if he had seen through everything. "Great God Pangu sent the three of you?"

These three were all Hunyuan Fourth Order existences comparable to the Heavenly Dao Realm!

They roamed unhindered within and beyond the Prehistoric World.

If they did not want to come, then aside from Great God Pangu, no one could invite them.

But with the personalities of these three...

Daoist Yang Mei was hard