"Just who are you!?"
The Cao Family's old ancestor narrowed his eyes, a shadowy sharpness in his gaze as he stared fixedly at Lin Cheng. The killing intent and pressure carried in his eyes were enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"You are not from the Verdant Ink Eternal Realm. Why are you meddling in the affairs of this realm?"
The Cao Family's old ancestor sensed that something was amiss.
He had planned for countless years, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. To ensure that nothing went wrong, he had even made the Cao Family relinquish its position as the hegemon of the Verdant Ink Eternal Realm.
The Meng Family and the Bai Family were merely the result of his secret indulgence over the years.
This time, the moment was clearly at hand. As long as he used enough immortal lives to nourish the Verdant Ink Eternal Realm's origin, which was on the verge of awakening, he could use the arrangements he had laid down over all these years to turn heaven and earth upside down in one stroke—seize the Eternal Realm himself and become the will of heaven.
Then, perhaps he could use this chance to make a single push toward the supreme Dominion Realm.
But now, this young man had suddenly appeared, filling him with an inexplicable unease.
"Hm?"
Lin Cheng was baffled by the Cao Family old ancestor's words.
He did not understand why the other man's aura had suddenly changed so drastically, shifting from its initial calmness into something restless and anxious.
Still, those were trivial matters.
He felt pressure. From the Cao Family's old ancestor, he sensed an immense pressure awakening.
Under this pressure, the Seven-Colored Snow Mountain that had long been stirring restlessly within his consciousness space finally began to melt slowly once more.