Reshaping a Body and the Yimo's Secret Meeting

The space within the Great Wilderness Ancient Tablet was gradually growing calm again.

The demonic qi that had seeped up from underground had completely dispersed. The sickening, evil presence in the air was gone, replaced by a long-forgotten clarity and peace.

The Guardian stood before Luo Heng. After a moment of silence, he suddenly dropped to one knee.

Countless rays of light burst from his body. They rose like fireflies and hovered in the sky, becoming illusory figures.

There were hundreds of them, each radiating an ancient, unwavering resolve.

They were the experts of the Great Desolation Sect. Though they had died long ago, their lingering wills had stubbornly continued to protect the sect's ruins.

At the forefront sat an elderly figure in a black robe. His eyes were as dark as ink. He was the previous wielder of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

The Black Pupil Elder.

His gaze settled on Luo Heng. After a moment of silence, he spoke in an aged, hoarse voice.

"Thank you for stepping in and destroying that demon, young friend."

The Black Pupil Elder did not speak loudly, but his voice carried the weight of ages as it echoed through the space.

Luo Heng looked at the figures hovering in the sky, and respect welled up in his heart.

During the Ancient World War countless years ago, these people had chosen to guard this place. With the last of their resolve, they had kept Ninth King Hall sealed for over ten thousand years. Such devotion deserved the respect of every living soul.

The figures all bent toward Luo Heng to bow. He hurriedly raised a hand, sending out a gentle wave of Primal Energy that stopped them.

"Seniors, you are all heroes of the Tianxuan Continent. There's no need to bow to a junior