Holy Land!
The moment Ling Yun appeared, everyone's eyes fixed on him!
All the lineages of the Holy Land had gathered here: the Shangguan Family, the Murong Family, the Qinghe Mo Family, the Beishang Supreme Family, and the Gongsun Clan!
"He's here!"
"Surround him!"
Everyone glared furiously at Ling Yun and chattered on and on. The latter frowned. What was going on?
East Divine Venerable was also utterly confused. Could the Sacred Spring be seen?
"Everyone, calm down. What are you doing? Someone tell me—where did the thing in the Sacred Spring go? And why are you all here?"
East Divine Venerable's expression was ugly. He had thought an enemy had broken into the Holy Land and triggered a change in the Sacred Spring. He had been frantic enough to die—even the ancient strongest formation, the Thundercloud Formation, had been activated.
The Thundercloud Formation existed to protect the Sacred Spring. Over countless tens of thousands of years, it had fended off countless invaders, and without exception, every one of them had been slaughtered.
"Steward Dong, the thing in the Sacred Spring has been stolen." Shangguan Yun's voice carried fury.
"It was really stolen? Did you catch the culprit?" East Divine Venerable's face paled, shock surfacing in his heart.
"The culprit? Isn't he standing right in front of you?" Mo Family Old Ancestor stared coldly at Ling Yun!
"It was him!" Supreme Jade wore the same expression!
Supreme Jade was the Old Ancestor of the Beishang Supreme Family. To outsiders, he looked only to be in his twenties, but like Ling Yun, he was an ancient monster.
Murong Chong spoke up. "Don't look at me. I don't know anything."
The Murong Old Ancestor was a white-haired old man whose real name was Murong Taishan!
He said, "Steward Dong, Nan Wu Great