At this moment, Ye Fan was no longer quite so afraid. Since the Investiture of the Gods was so powerful, then no matter what was sealed inside, it could not possibly escape.
"Let's go. The Saint Cliff where the Great Accomplishment Saint Body bled in the past is up on the mountain. The Nine Secrets must be in there as well."
No sooner had Ye Fan's words fallen than the mountain suddenly began to crumble and split apart, shaking without cease.
The next moment, a figure clad in ancient garb arrived at the foot of the mountain. Through the curtain of light cast by the Investiture of the Gods, he stared fixedly at Ye Fan and the others.
More precisely, he was looking at Ye Fan and Little Nannan.
Dense mist welled up through the mountains, blurring the ancient man's figure somewhat. Yet Ye Fan could be certain that the other party was absolutely alive, not dead.
Old Madman suddenly stepped forward, placing himself in front of Ye Fan and the others.
"The other party is likely an ancient powerhouse. I'm no match for him!"
The terrifying aura of the other party had jolted Old Madman, restoring a sliver of his clarity.
The Black Emperor's fur stood on end in fright, and he instinctively retreated several steps.
The other party wore a Daoist robe and a Purple-Gold Crown, but his entire body exuded an aura of decay. Even walking seemed extraordinarily difficult for him.
That Daoist robe was steeped in the aura of Years as well, barely able to hang from his body.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate. Fellow benefactors, this humble Daoist accidentally wandered into this place. If you can save me, I am willing to offer the Nine Secrets in gratitude!"
The Daoist extended a skinny hand like withered bones.