Xu Ziteng nodded and asked, "Master, our Extreme Yang Island's Pure Yang Sword Art can unleash the hardest, most yang power. It should be the bane of these wandering souls, shouldn't it?"
"Indeed."
The Extreme Yang Ancestor smiled and cautioned him, "You still have a certain advantage against wandering souls in the Nascent Soul Realm, but if a Spirit Transformation Realm wandering soul appears, the Pure Yang Sword Art won't be of much use."
Master and disciple chatted as they flew, searching for the entrance to the Line of Sky secret realm.
"Found it."
After half an incense stick's worth of time, the Extreme Yang Ancestor stopped, gazing at the enormous black line several dozen feet high before him.
This black line was different from the others.
A doorway-like shadow flickered in and out of view within the translucent black mist, hazy and indistinct.
"Master, is this the entrance?"
Xu Ziteng asked curiously.
The Extreme Yang Ancestor was just about to answer when the space ahead rippled, and an old man with silver hair and white robes stepped out.
A powerful aura immediately made it difficult for the Extreme Yang Ancestor to breathe.
Xu Ziteng, beside him, fainted outright.
A fifth-layer Spirit Transformation Realm expert!
After sensing the man's aura, the Extreme Yang Ancestor was startled as well. He hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed respectfully to the white-robed old man. "Greetings, Senior."
The white-robed old man looked haughty, treating the Extreme Yang Ancestor with disdain. He merely asked indifferently, "Which nearby faction do you belong to?"
"Senior, I am from nearby Extreme Yang Island."
The Extreme Yang Ancestor answered respectfully, then pointed toward Extreme Yang Island not far away.
"Go back, all of you."
The white-robed old man swept his hand and said, "This Line of Sky secret realm