Yang Xiao's gaze abruptly turned razor-sharp as he looked at Chen Fan, killing intent surging like a tidal wave!
He stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, staring down at him. Chen Fan remained calm and unruffled, his expression indifferent as he met the other man's gaze, his own sharpness fully revealed.
After a long while, Yang Xiao finally spoke, as though talking to himself yet also answering them. "It seems the Yang Clan has truly declined. Has my ancestor's Daoist title, the Clear Source Wondrous Dao True Lord, been forgotten by the world?"
Chen Fan's heart jolted, while Bald Bird froze in disbelief, staring with his mouth agape.
"This Daoist title... isn't that the very figure recorded in the ancient texts?" Bald Bird said blankly.
Chen Fan now understood that none of this had come from nowhere. The mighty name of the Clear Source Wondrous Dao True Lord stood alongside the Battle God Equal to Heaven. And in the mythological tales, the Clear Source Wondrous Dao True Lord was precisely the Daoist title of Erlang Shen Yang Jian.
"Since certain matters have been forgotten, do not keep searching for them. Someone erased that part of history for the good of your world. Do not pursue the truth any further!" After saying this, Yang Xiao turned and continued pacing across the mountaintop in search.
This time, after only a few steps, he bent down and picked something up—a palm-sized object, black as ink.
Yang Xiao abruptly straightened, and an immense murderous intent swept forth. Then he threw back his head and laughed loudly.
"I knew it! A token would surely be left behind in this world after all. Just one wall—let's see how you can stop me!"
With that, Yang Xiao summoned a large, plain saber. Its