These cultivators from aristocratic clans were unlike those from other sects and great factions. When the time came, they could simply walk away.
They understood the karmic taboos surrounding bloodlines and cultivation.
"Surely it isn't that serious?"
"The ancestor merely told us to find this person and serve as their guardian."
"I'm afraid that may not be the case."
"The upheaval of this great age has already begun. Earlier, there were even rumors that the Devil Master of the Ancient Demon Sect had revived."
"At a time like this, if such news can spread, I'm afraid the inheritances involved may not all be false."
"In such a chaotic age, being a guardian will not be easy."
"Let's not say anything else. For now, we must first find the person our ancestor seeks."
"Before that, we might as well find someone to perform a divination."
"Good. That is indeed a fine idea," an elder of the clan said from nearby.
At the mention of heavenly secrets, everyone present nodded in agreement.
Naturally, they did not wish to gamble with their own lives.
Having a cultivator skilled in divination deduce the heavenly secrets for them would at least give them some idea of what to expect.
In other places similar to this aristocratic clan, several pieces of news were also spreading.
A vast expanse of tombs stretched for thousands of miles.
At its heart stood a towering gravestone that seemed to reach the heavens, carved with abstruse inscriptions that even people of the present day could not understand.
Suddenly.
From a patch of earth that rose and fell ever so slightly, a withered hand suddenly reached out.
The hand groped outside as though it had sensed something, then abruptly braced itself.
A hunched figure in black robes burst from beneath the earth.