At that moment,
At the summit of the Sacred Extremity Sect,
behind it, where the Sect's Ancestral Hall stood,
Confucian Mountain Duke was hunched over, using both hands and feet to clear away, bit by bit, the Ancestral Hall buildings that had been established in the rear mountain of the Sect and had now mostly collapsed.
This Ancestral Hall was where the Sect enshrined the memorial tablets of the Sect's founding masters who had reached the Void Realm throughout the generations, as well as those who had rendered great service to the Sect.
It had been built with high-grade materials, and its structure was more than capable of withstanding attacks from Void Realm experts. Yet under the collision and clash of that single strike, amid the shaking earth and trembling mountains, most of it had still collapsed.
The ground had split apart, the walls had fallen, and the roof had shattered onto the ground. From time to time, the memorial tablets of several Sect ancestors could still be seen scattered across the surrounding empty ground.
As Confucian Mountain Duke cleared the wreckage,
collapsed bricks and broken beams were moved aside piece by piece.
Whenever he saw the memorial tablets of the Sect's departed ancestors buried beneath the rubble, he bent down and set them upright one by one.
At that moment, Confucian Mountain Duke
showed not the slightest bit of the might of a Cave-Heaven Realm expert. Instead, he looked like a twilight old man whose years had run their course, his movements somewhat unsteady and sluggish.
Yang Qingyun descended silently, his figure drifting down.
"Qingyun, you're here."
Sensing Yang Qingyun's arrival, Confucian Mountain Duke paused only briefly before continuing to clear the wreckage.
Yang Qingyun hesitated for a moment before joining him.
"It's fortunate that you were here this