Above the barren wasteland, not a sound could be heard.
The young disciples of Flying Deer Sect did not even dare breathe loudly.
Everything that had happened had clearly surpassed their understanding.
They were merely disciples of a bottom-tier cultivation faction like Flying Deer Sect. Even the sect master of Flying Deer Sect was only a Wanhua Realm cultivator.
Under ordinary circumstances, these Young Cultivators would not even get to see a Wanhua Realm cultivator.
A Qi Sea Realm cultivator like the now-dead Huang Zhongxing was already an insurmountable mountain to them.
These young disciples of Flying Deer Sect simply could not understand how those gray-robed cultivators had turned into corpses, one after another.
They only knew that Little Freeloader had become incomparably unfamiliar at this moment.
Lin Xiaozhu, sprawled on the ground, stared wide-eyed at everything unfolding before him and could not stop himself from swallowing.
Chen Yan's gaze swept across Lin Xiaozhu, Su Wan, Zhang Yan, and the others before him.
He possessed all the memories of the past.
Ever since he had struck that deal with the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage fifty-six million years ago, he had used Hidden Truth Returning Silence to conceal every trace of his aura, then cast himself into the Space-time Fault.
Unable to alter the timeline in any way, and bearing the vast Karma of fifty-six million years upon his shoulders, Chen Yan's only way to return fifty-six million years later had been to wait.
To leave behind only a single "seed" in this Immortal Origin Land.
That seed was in the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage's hands.
It was also his only hope of returning to heaven and earth.
It was not that Chen Yan had placed absolute trust in Yin Ji, whom he had not yet truly come to know, the instant they struck their