Snow filled the sky, yet a sudden thunderclap boomed, instantly stirring Wutan City to life!
Xiao Yan was baffled and sought an answer from Master Yao, but received no response. The Master Yao he regarded as a god had been deeply shaken the instant he noticed the heavenly phenomenon. The shock to his mind was so great that even his connection with Xiao Yan had been severed for a moment.
The pitch-black Storage Ring was neither cramped nor dim. On the contrary, it was unexpectedly spacious. Under Yao Chen's arrangements, all sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and precious materials had been put to use, making the place seem somewhat lavish.
At that moment, Yao Chen still held a scroll in his hand. Learning was endless; even after becoming a ghost, he still needed to study.
Moreover, Xiao Yan's growth rate, which had far exceeded his expectations, along with his incomparably solid foundation, made him realize that what Zhao Li had taught him was likely far more than he understood and was still worth studying.
Yet his gaze was not on the scroll. Instead, he raised his head and looked toward the Void. Under his gaze, neither the Storage Ring nor the Xiao Family's house seemed more than decoration; neither could obstruct his sight.
He had merely glanced instinctively toward where the thunder had sounded, but he could no longer look away.
"Is this... the descent of the Origin?"
As Yao Chen watched lightning flicker through the Void and thunder rumble without end, he sensed an immensely vast aura within it. That aura seemed similar to the power that had enveloped him more than ten years ago, prompting a guess to rise in his heart.
He had not been particularly formidable in life, but after death, he had become