Xiao Ling paid no mind whatsoever to the Dao Sect disciples' discussions.
The Great Desolate Tablet suddenly shot out thousands upon thousands of ancient rays. The towering stone tablet shrank rapidly within the radiance, turning palm-sized in the blink of an eye, then swept straight toward him in a stream of dark yellow light.
This sudden change made Ying Xuanzi and the others' expressions shift drastically in alarm.
That was especially true for Chen Zhen, the Hall Master of the Desolate Hall. His expression turned extremely ugly. The Great Desolate Tablet was the supreme hall-guarding treasure that allowed their Desolate Hall to stand firm and proud!
Although he had already learned from Ying Xuanzi that this mysterious, unfathomable expert's target was the Great Desolate Tablet, now that the moment had truly arrived, he still wanted to make one final attempt to keep it.
Steeling his heart, Chen Zhen gritted his teeth and shot into the air, flying straight toward Xiao Ling in the sky.
Seeing this, the other Dao Sect experts all wore grave expressions as well and gritted their teeth, following closely behind.
"Yan, come out and greet this old friend of yours. The two of you are both divine objects from ancient times, so I imagine you will communicate with each other far more smoothly than with anyone else."
Xiao Ling's expression was calm as he secretly used Spiritual Power to transmit his voice, speaking slowly to the Spirit of the Ancestral Stone, who had been silent within him.
At the very same instant his words fell, the Great Desolate Tablet, now palm-sized with its flowing light restrained, trembled lightly and landed steadily several feet before Xiao Ling, hovering quietly in the air without the slightest further movement.
Immediately after, a warm, heavy, dark-yellow radiance slowly flowed and