Moon Venerable had spent centuries rising and falling in the Outer Dao, yet she had never encountered anything like this.
A figure who should have vanished a thousand years ago had returned to this world.
She sensed the Pure Yang Patriarch's condition: his Primordial Spirit resided within a divine-restriction treasure, and he could not draw in spiritual energy on his own. A thought stirred faintly in her mind.
Even if his divine consciousness had survived until now, what could he do without a body?
Could he be planning to fight for a chance at ascension once more in this lifetime?
The Pure Yang Patriarch's gaze seemed to see through her. "I see. What remarkable talent."
"A shattered mirror made whole again, and the self cultivated anew."
"The inheritance you obtained must have come from the Heavenly Silkworm Sect."
Moon Venerable's expression finally changed. A secret buried deep in her heart had been exposed the moment they met.
The Pure Yang Patriarch continued slowly, "In years past, I searched the East Sea and learned of the traces left by the Heavenly Silkworm and Morning Sun lineages."
"But these orthodoxies of Medieval Antiquity were constrained by heaven and earth. They could not manifest in this age."
"Only those with a destined connection could obtain their inheritances."
"As for someone who could survive the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation and even advance her cultivation through it—"
"I can only think of that sect born in Medieval Antiquity, whose Dao was to 'break and rebuild through tribulation.'"
Qing Lao was lost in a fog. When had Zi Chan undergone the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation? And what kind of sect was the Heavenly Silkworm Sect?
He still found it hard to accept that the man before him was the legendary Pure Yang Patriarch.
Beside him, a