Xiao Xuan and the Heaven-Defying Ninefold Pill

The fishing hook sank deep into an ancient stone stele. Hidden within the stele was a strange space, and inside that space stood an ancient hall.

His hook had caught a somewhat illusory figure meditating in the hall. More accurately, it had caught a soul.

The man wore a green robe, his black hair falling over his shoulders. After being hooked, he abruptly opened his eyes. His pair of ink-black pupils resembled black holes, deep and filled with an unusual gleam.

"A great tomb, a stone stele, a soul... Could this be the Heavenly Tomb? And could this man be Xiao Clan's ancestor, Xiao Xuan?" Xiao Meng froze.

After the soul body was hooked, his expression turned rigid, his eyes vacant and dull. Like a puppet, he had lost the ability to think.

Logically speaking, Xiao Xuan had been heavily suppressed within the Heavenly Tomb. He could not even leave his own tomb estate—the ancient stone stele—whenever he wished. He could only leave it once every ten years, let alone leave the Heavenly Tomb itself.

After recovering from his shock, Xiao Meng immediately reeled in the fishing line. Being able to bring Xiao Xuan out was absolutely a tremendous piece of good news. Xiao Xuan had once been an existence with one foot in the Dou Di realm. If he could be restored, the Xiao Clan would gain an absolute trump card.

Very quickly, Xiao Xuan was reeled out. Just like when Xiao Chen had been fished out, he addressed Xiao Meng as Master. Xiao Meng immediately dissolved the contract between himself and Xiao Xuan.

The moment the contract was dissolved, Xiao Xuan immediately regained his senses.

"This... this... I actually left the Heavenly Tomb? How is that possible?" After regaining his senses, Xiao Xuan felt the aura of the