Several hours later, high in the sky above the Floating Island.
"Roar!!!"
A deafening, ghostly howl rang across the heavens!
The Ghost Child Clan Ancestor, his body like dried tree bark and his face withered beyond belief, had finally used the compass in his hand to find the true culprit behind his clansmen's slaughter.
The dry flesh covering him suddenly swelled into knotted muscle, filled with terrifying strength beyond what ordinary cultivators could imagine.
He flashed across the sky, his fiendish face swiftly changing into that of a refined, amiable middle-aged man.
A cultivator unfamiliar with the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor's youthful appearance might truly have been fooled by the face he now wore.
But anyone who knew his true form would have turned and fled without a second glance.
As he had grown older, the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor had rarely shown his true appearance. Most of the time, he presented a withered face.
After all, that aged face instinctively gave cultivators and demons alike the false impression that he had grown old and had less than a tenth of his strength remaining.
But whenever he stopped pretending and revealed his true face, it meant this terrifying being, who had roamed the Northern Endless Sea for over a hundred thousand years, was truly enraged.
By the time he reached the sky above the Floating Island, he had become a dignified man draped in a cloak of demon fur, standing upon an auspicious cloud.
Nothing about his current appearance seemed connected to the old, ugly, vicious figure he had shown at the Clan Grounds.
"Elder Chen, does Xuantian Tower intend to move against my Ghost Child Clan? Was that why you lured me away and slaughtered my entire clan?"
Though the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor had regained the appearance of