At this moment, several voices, cold to the bone, rang out from within the magnificent Dao Palace, their echoes shaking the nine heavens.
"Ke Ding, your investigation into the Supreme Unity Ancient Immortal Court ends here. I have said all that needs to be said."
That voice howled like a frigid wind, carrying merciless resolve. Its words reverberated through the halls of the Dao Palace like thunder, making all who heard it feel an immortal power that could not be crossed. Every sentence was like frost in the depths of winter, striking straight at the soul.
He wore a dark blue Daoist robe. His face was pale as snow, its features sharply defined yet not lacking in softness. The tips of his brows were slightly raised, like blue ice amid a cold wind, revealing a stern expression.
His profound eyes seemed able to gaze upon the passage of ages, revealing an indifference that transcended the mortal world. In particular, his vast Immortal Essence pressured all directions—he was a true Immortal.
Such an ethereal, otherworldly appearance—the Azure Plume Illusion Clan... one of the Three Thousand Great Worlds' ten strongest clans, ranked ninth. A Two-Tribulation Immortal—Cheng Yuan.
On Barren Mountain.
Chen Xun leaned against the tricycle, his eyes slightly narrowed and a meaningful smile hanging from his lips. An old acquaintance.
He remembered that, in the battle at the Celestial River, he had chased this man with an axe for tens of thousands of miles. He had some impression of him. He wondered whether his natal Dao Artifact had recovered by now.
This clan had also been one of the great clans that soared alongside the Ancient Saint Clan during the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era. They wore the same pair of pants, and they had also been one of the black