Ye Lin stood beside the main hall, quietly watching the scene unfold.
Only after Taiheng left did Ye Lin realize that the old man seated above the hall was the very elder he had encountered earlier in the Nameless Mountain Treasure Vault.
He was his martial granduncle—Taiheng's master, the martial uncle of his own master Taichu, his martial granduncle.
In the end, Taiheng vanished without a trace, as though he had evaporated into thin air. Yet ten thousand years later, after Taiheng broke through to the Dao Integration realm and charged into the Pinnacle Sacred Land with unstoppable force, he forcibly slew the Pinnacle Sacred Land's successor, only to be driven back by one of its ancient old monsters. After that, he vanished once more.
From beginning to end, Taiheng never came out to see his master.
At that moment, Ye Lin felt the ground shake and the surrounding space crack apart. He closed his eyes, and the memory space immediately collapsed.
Back in the outside world, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes and looked at Taiheng, who was on the verge of falling into a berserk state. An indescribable glint flashed through his eyes. No wonder this obsession had haunted Taiheng for so many years.
No wonder.
The next instant, the pill's potent medicinal power forcibly suppressed that berserk state, and clarity returned to Taiheng's eyes.
"Martial Uncle, I don't think Martial Granduncle was to blame. The entire matter reeks of something strange. There must be things you still don't know."
"Did Martial Uncle ask Martial Granduncle back then why he did this?"
After pondering briefly, Ye Lin understood that there was something fishy going on. Why had Martial Granduncle imprisoned Taiheng within the sect?
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Taiheng could not help but shake his head.
"Martial Uncle,