"I?"
Hearing this, the old man withdrew his gaze and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth.
"This old man is nameless—without a name or surname. I'm merely a tomb keeper who's about to die, living in an ancient forbidden zone in Central Province where not even birds would shit."
Tomb keeper?
Xiao Yang's heart tightened.
What kind of earth-shaking figure could be buried in a tomb that even a Great Emperor personally guarded?
"As for my relationship with Ye Qing..."
The Nameless Old Man paused, and a trace of reminiscence flashed through his murky eyes.
"We're fellow disciples."
"We both came from an ancient Daoist Sect that had long since been completely submerged by the river of history, with every trace of it erased."
"That Daoist Sect was called—"
"The Heavenly Secret Pavilion."
The Heavenly Secret Pavilion!
When he heard those three words, Xiao Yang's heart jolted violently again!
He remembered that name!
In a tattered ancient book deep within the Supreme Dao Field, he had once seen scattered records about the "Heavenly Secret Pavilion."
It was an extremely ancient and mysterious organization.
According to legend, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's disciples did not cultivate divine abilities or refine magical treasures. They studied only one Great Dao—the secrets of heaven!
They could deduce the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao's workings, glimpse the direction of the future across the ages, and even alter cause and effect and reverse fate!
During the ancient era, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion had been a taboo existence feared even by the various Immortal Gates and holy lands.
After all, anyone could be offended—except the people of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.
They might not be able to defeat you, but they had countless ways to make you die inexplicably one day in the future.
The ancient books