Mystic light surged like a tide, while raging clouds billowed across three million li.
As that incomparably majestic voice rang out, the entire land of death abruptly grew heavy in silence.
Everyone and every ghoul felt their souls tremble, shivering with unease.
Looking up, they saw an old man with flowing white hair, dressed in a milky-white Taiji robe, step out from the endless Taiji mystic light and flying clouds.
The old man stood on one right leg, his left leg completely gone.
Using a sword over a zhang long as a cane to support himself in the air, he limped forward through the void.
He walked extremely slowly, looking rather bedraggled and strained.
Yet at this moment, nobody present—even someone as arrogant as Diao Tianxu—dared show him the slightest contempt.
The old man's right foot touched the void as though he were stepping on solid ground.
The tip of the sword in his left hand rested against the void as though it were pressed against the earth. His entire body was effectively walking upon the ground.
And condensing the void into land was precisely the hallmark of a mighty expert in the Ancient God Realm!
The old man hobbled forward step by step, leaning on his sword, yet he carried the terrifying aura of a primordial tyrannosaur, filling everyone with immense awe.
Diao Tianxu could not help but let his gaze tremble. With several traces of apprehension, he muttered:
"Could this old man be..."
Jiang Tianjun's eyes lit up. He hurried forward, dropped to his knees before the old man, and solemnly clasped his fists in salute.
"This disciple pays respects to Ancestor!"
He recognized him. The arrival was none other than the sect's founder, Ancestor Xuanying, who had fought a bloody battle against the ghoul clan fifteen million