After he spoke, his expression turned somewhat hesitant. Looking at Chen Yanshu, he said, "Behind those Star Sea cultivators stands a Great Heavenly Venerable—a Giant Spirit Rakshasa from the Rakshasa Clan."
"If this implicates the Dao Ancestor, then my Ghost Face Clan will be beyond redemption even after ten thousand deaths!"
Yu Fangshuo's complexion was grim. The joy of being saved had lasted only a moment before fading away. "This clan once followed the Great General Tianhuang, who dominated an entire region. Their origins are extraordinarily formidable."
"The Dao Ancestor already knows. He has likely reached the Desolate Star Sea by now."
Chen Yanshu remained utterly calm. To destroy a faction, one naturally had to destroy its backer first. "Since that old gentleman was willing to save your clan, he must have made every preparation. He will leave no future trouble behind."
"..."
Yu Fangshuo's heart shook. Personally going to war against a Great Heavenly Venerable?! He... back then... back then, wasn't he...
He did not dare dwell on it and instantly strangled that thought. The Dao Ancestor must have endured unimaginable hardships. To deceive the Firmament Formation Dao Palace, to deceive the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Formation Disk—such things were far beyond his ability to fathom.
"Yes." Yu Fangshuo's eyes remained dim.
"Recover properly. Do not overthink it. Saving your clan was not to arrange some scheme, nor to have you charge into battle."
Chen Yanshu seemed to see through Yu Fangshuo's thoughts and spoke evenly. "The Dao Ancestor simply follows where the wind of his heart blows. Perhaps tomorrow, if you displease him, your karmic ties will already be severed."
"Yes..." Yu Fangshuo's voice suddenly caught in his throat. He nodded heavily and said no more.
His clouded pupils looked toward the light spilling down from above the