In an ancient, mottled world, a vast dark pagoda beyond description stood silently above the Ninth Heaven, immeasurably ancient and steeped in the vicissitudes of countless ages.
Countless inscrutable Dao marks were etched across its surface, each one profoundly mysterious.
It seemed to transcend endless space and time, eternal since time immemorial.
It was like standing before a taboo existence that had entered the Saint Grade, making one's soul tremble.
"Chen'er, now that you've returned to this old place, how do you feel?"
Looking at the colossal structure that nearly filled the entire horizon, Mu Chen gave a soft laugh and murmured, "Very good."
The last time he had visited the Ancestral Land, his true body had been far away on the Tianluo Continent, at the Daoist Sect's Ancestral Court.
He had been on tenterhooks, afraid of disturbing the Heavenly Sovereigns of the clan guarding the Ancestral Land.
Now Mu Chen had returned to this old place as the Young Clan Master, revered by the entire clan.
He no longer had to conceal his whereabouts and sneak in silently. Instead, members of the Elder Council, many of whom wielded immense authority, had respectfully escorted him through the main gate and welcomed him all the way.
There was no denying it: fate was wondrous beyond words.
A graceful figure in a white dress stood beside him. She was a divine maiden of the Ancient Clan, with a gentle bearing and a distinctly maternal air. A smile played on her face.
She was Qing Yanjing, the current Great Elder of the Buddha Ancient Clan and a Saint Grade Grandmaster of Spirit Arrays.
Any divine clansman who carried the blood of the Buddha Ancient Clan and reached the Earth Sovereign or Heavenly Sovereign level—whether from the Main Branch or a side branch—had the