Master, You're Still Going Strong in Your Old Age

Everyone flew through the air toward Dao Sect.

Yuan Sect had been utterly destroyed. One of the Third Sect Masters was dead, the other two crippled, and the entire sect had been purged. Even the Yimo skeletons buried underground had been completely frozen and purified by Ying Huanhuan's Ice Ancestor Talisman.

The greatest blight upon the Eastern Xuan Region had finally been eradicated.

Zhou Tong followed beside Luo Heng. After remaining silent for a long while, he suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a trace of complicated emotion. "Junior Brother Luo Heng, although my Primordial Spirit has been protected by the Spatial Ancestral Symbol over these past hundred years, it was inevitably tainted by some demonic energy."

He paused before continuing, "In truth, the Spatial Ancestral Symbol has already begun to faintly reject my control. Although you helped me cleanse much of it, a small trace will inevitably remain. It cannot be completely eradicated."

He lowered his head and looked at his palms. Though color had returned to his hands, a faint trace of Black Patterns still lingered at his fingertips—the remnants of Yimo power.

"Ancestor Talismans are supreme divine artifacts born from the will of heaven and earth. They are naturally meant to destroy demonic energy. As I am now, I am no longer qualified to wield it."

Zhou Tong raised his head and looked at Luo Heng, his deep eyes filled with sincerity and calm acceptance.

"So, you should keep it. Your talent far surpasses mine. In your hands, the Spatial Ancestral Symbol will be able to display greater power."

"Besides, Chen Zhen, Wu Dao, and I are all considered your seniors. Let this Spatial Ancestral Symbol be a meeting gift from this senior of your sect."

He smiled and tapped his fingertip lightly. The Spatial Ancestral Symbol began