"Reincarnation Dao Sect?"
Bai Ye gazed at the ancient, vigorous seal script carved into the boulder, a deep sense of doubt surging through his heart.
He had never heard of this sect.
Ever since the Penglai Immortal Sect had emerged, he had deliberately collected various ancient texts and secret records from the Three Thousand Continents.
Whether they were the secret records of the human race's Ninth-tier Powers, the legends of the Demon Race's ancient tribes, or the hearsay passed down by reclusive old monsters, none had ever mentioned the name "Reincarnation Dao Sect."
With billions of years of inheritance across the Three Thousand Continents, any power capable of leaving behind the ruins of its mountain gate could never have been an unknown nobody.
Yet this Reincarnation Dao Sect was as though it had never existed at all, leaving behind not the slightest trace.
"Am I simply ignorant, or is this sect so ancient that it vanished into the river of time long ago?"
Bai Ye pondered inwardly, his eyes filled with scrutiny.
The middle-aged man beside him had long since lost the urgency he had shown while fleeing.
He gazed at the familiar mountain gate before him. His eyes reddened slightly, and his face was woven with irrepressible excitement and profound longing.
Slowly, he raised his hand and gently stroked the mottled rocks of the mountain gate with his fingertips.
The moss and cracks on the rocks seemed to carry the memories of his past.
"I... I'm back..."
He murmured in a low voice, hoarse yet brimming with burning emotion.
Years of imprisonment and torment transformed entirely into the joy of reunion at this moment.
After his brief outpouring of emotion, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated. He stepped toward the inside of the mountain gate.
Bai Ye restrained his