Five Hundred Years

Xiao Yun found it truly hard to imagine that a Great Saint-level powerhouse had actually been fooled by this "method."

Was this world too insane, or were that master-disciple pair, Tian Yi and Chu Jingxiao, simply too "outstanding"?

Should I, Heavenly Emperor Xiao, give them a certificate of merit?

For outstanding contributions to promoting Heavenly Emperor Xiao's method for comprehending profound meanings, they were specially awarded a Three-Good Student certificate?

Xiao Yun's mouth twitched. He felt that he absolutely could not admit to this.

If people learned that this "method" had originated from him, Heavenly Emperor Xiao, then his lifelong reputation would be utterly ruined.

Mm, once he returned, he would beat that master-disciple pair to death and silence them forever.

Xiao Yun thought to himself.

At that moment, a sharp gaze shot toward him.

It came from the white-haired, rosy-cheeked old man not far away.

"A Half-Saint so young does not exist in our Dugu Clan. Who exactly are you, little friend, and why did you sneak into my Dugu Clan?"

The white-haired, rosy-cheeked old man walked over. His hawk-like gaze fixed tightly on Xiao Yun, his expression imposing.

The old man was somewhat grave and solemn.

Generally speaking, a mere Half-Saint could not possibly threaten him.

Yet for some reason, this young man before him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

It was as if he were a prehistoric tyrannosaurus, radiating an aura that dominated heaven and earth.

That vast, overbearing aura from ancient times made the old man feel as though he faced a formidable enemy.

He found it difficult to imagine that such an aura could exist on a young man.

Could this brat be some old monster who had lived for several thousand years in disguise?

The old man stopped a short distance from Xiao