"She naturally has Lei family blood!"
From beyond the nine heavens came a sudden, grim voice, carrying a chill colder than the wind and snow.
"Who's speaking?"
"Someone still dared to come? This is the battlefield of the Lei family, the Fish Clan, and Hall Master Xuanji!"
"That voice... hmm, I've never heard it before."
The spirit cultivators throughout the city looked up, yet could not locate the speaker.
Ye Xiaotian, suspended in midair, seemed to sense something. He reached into his robes and pulled out a Heavenly Secrets Formation Disk that glimmered faintly with holy light.
It had come from Xuan Wuji, after he and that so-called Ancestor Wuji had been pursued by the Saint Emperor Wangze and sought refuge together in the Holy Palace.
Back then, Xuan Wuji had said it might prove useful someday...
Was this the time to use it? Since Xuan Wuji had called, Ye Xiaotian did not hesitate. He immediately poured holy power into it and flung the Heavenly Secrets Formation Disk far away.
Heavenly Secrets Dao Runes traced themselves through the void, swiftly transforming into a spatial gate shrouded in hazy light and shadow.
Two indistinct figures stepped out from behind the gate, one after the other.
The first was a young man in black robes. He leaned on a cane in his right hand, and as he walked, he removed the bamboo hat from his head, revealing a face mottled with pale patches.
His appearance was strangely frightening. A strip of black cloth was tied over where his eyes should have been, making him look like a blind man.
Following behind him was a white-haired old man, carrying a Heavenly Secrets Disk in his hands.
The old man's presence was exceedingly faint. He seemed to have deliberately concealed his aura, unwilling to