Four Heavenly Venerable Blood River

Old Ghost Di Mo's mocking words had yet to fully disperse into the chilling wind when a piercing tearing sound suddenly rang out from the space beside him. Amid sharp cracking sounds, a dark-blue Space Rift abruptly split open. Violent spatial energy surged like a tide, yet an invisible force firmly confined it to the edges of the rift, preventing even the slightest leakage.

The next instant, a tall, upright figure slowly stepped out from the rift. His azure robe snapped in the chilling wind, a faint Dou Qi sheen flowing across its folds, as steady and vast as the tides of the deep sea.

The man's features were sharply defined, his sword-like brows slanting toward his temples. His deep eyes resembled icy pools, bearing a composure that did not match his age, along with a keen edge that looked down upon the world. Even the surrounding gray mist instinctively retreated before him.

The moment he came to stand at the edge of the ravine cliff, his gaze casually swept over the struggling soul body in Old Ghost Di Mo's hand. A faint curve touched his lips. The newcomer was none other than Xiao Ling, who had crossed through space from Starfall Pavilion.

As though he had anticipated this all along, the mocking indifference on Old Ghost Di Mo's face instantly vanished, replaced by utter reverence.

With a flicker, he dropped to one knee. His gaunt body leaned slightly forward, his head bowed to his chest, not daring to raise his eyes even a fraction. Even his voice trembled with barely suppressed awe.

"This lowly one, Di Mo, welcomes Master's arrival!"

As his words fell, he carefully held Blood Fiend Venerable's soul body before him. The chilling Soul Power swirling around his palm was completely withdrawn, as though he feared