"Less than a century? You've seen this person?" A clear, slightly chilly voice rang out. Everyone turned toward it and saw that the woman in white, wearing a white cloak, had quietly approached to within a hundred or so zhang of them.
Only then did Muye Changting recall the look Lu Xiaotian had given him before leaving. He'd already sensed someone coming, while we were completely unaware. The gap between them was truly enormous.
"More than seen him. The Ghost King's assault on Woundless City caused a huge stir back then, and he was the one who lured it there. That late-stage Ghost King slaughtered the entire Blood Lion City, and several Nascent Soul Cultivators fell at its hands. If Woundless City hadn't been jointly governed by several immortal dynasties, the Ghost King wouldn't have known its ins and outs, and Woundless City might well have suffered a calamity too. Several of us Nascent Soul Cultivators pursued him into the teleportation formation at the bottom of Woundless Lake, with the Ghost King on our heels. We entered a secret realm. Inside was an incomparably terrifying flying sword. In the span of a few breaths, it swept through the late-stage Ghost King and several of us Nascent Soul Cultivators. We were utterly powerless, utterly powerless! If we hadn't been less than a hundred zhang from the teleportation formation, if that late-stage Ghost King hadn't held it off for a moment, I'm afraid none of us would have survived."
Thinking of the sword embryo in the secret realm, Cheng Dexiang shuddered. "That Mr. Dongfang must have inherited the secret realm's legacy. Otherwise, there's no way he could have survived. Even the late-stage Ghost King couldn't fight back. He was only a Golden Core Cultivator—without that inheritance, how could he have lived?"
"Yet