The scene had turned downright surreal. Torifu couldn't believe that a stone pedestal had actually transformed.
And the Condensation Bead had really been used to activate the Altar.
But what now? Why had everything stopped after the light? Keep going!
"Hey! Put some effort into it! I didn't come all this way just to watch your light show!"
"Heh heh heh. Young people are always so impatient."
A man's voice sounded beside Torifu's ear. It felt very familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember whose voice it was.
Then, a great deal of Cloud Mist poured out of the Altar and enveloped Torifu.
When Torifu opened his eyes again, he found himself in a small courtyard with cooking smoke curling up into the air.
The scene before him felt familiar. He had been here once, long ago, when he was still a little boy.
"What happened? Why did it send me here?"
The swirling Cloud Mist, the pine trees, the small courtyard, and the flying Cranes all stirred Torifu's memories.
The man sitting in the courtyard, drinking tea, was familiar to him too. It was his Cultivation World ancestor, Yunzhong Huachen!
Torifu smiled and walked over. "Ancestor, we meet again. Twenty years have passed, and I'm no longer the little boy who needed to borrow your power."
Yunzhong Huachen looked a little puzzled at first, but then he understood.
"Hahaha, young man, I think you've got the wrong idea."
Torifu looked confused. What was there to misunderstand? The age was the same, the place was the same, and the air of grandeur was the same.
"Aren't you our ancestor, Yunzhong Huachen?"
Yunzhong Huachen nodded. "That's right. But just like the 'Yunzhong Huachen' you met, I'm merely an awareness left behind in this world. We have no connection to each