Deep within the Ancient Clan's mountains, towering azure peaks pierced the clouds. Vast ancient trees blotted out the sky and sun, millennium-old spiritwood flourished with lush branches and leaves, and vines coiled around the mountains like horned dragons. Misty Spiritual Energy condensed into a faint haze that drifted slowly through secluded valleys and deep ravines.
At that moment, ripples suddenly spread across the tranquil void. Spatial patterns twisted gently as two tall figures stepped leisurely from a spatial rift. Their auras were steady, their pressure restrained. They were Xiao Xuan and Xiao Ling, who had just departed safely from the Heavenly Tomb.
The instant the two emerged from the void, space not far ahead rippled once more. A tall, extraordinary-looking man slowly appeared from within the spatial undulations.
This man was Gu Yuan, who had rushed over at once after sensing the disturbance in the Heavenly Tomb.
Yet when Gu Yuan's gaze swept over Xiao Ling and Xiao Xuan before finally settling upon the familiar yet unfamiliar figure beside Xiao Ling, even he, the Clan Leader of the Ancient Clan and a peak Nine Star Dou Saint, underwent a drastic change in expression. His pupils contracted sharply as he blurted out in disbelief, "Xiao Xuan?! How is this possible?! What exactly happened?!"
His gaze darted rapidly between Xiao Ling and Xiao Xuan. The turbulent shock on his face was enough to reveal the enormous waves surging within the Clan Leader of the Ancient Clan's heart. His state of mind, usually as still as an ancient well, was now violently churning without a trace of calm remaining.
A moment later, Gu Yuan abruptly looked at Xiao Ling. His voice carried a faint, barely perceptible tremor and urgency as he demanded, "Xiao Ling, explain this clearly. What exactly is going on? What