The mountains were lush and green, their peaks like jade. Deer called softly, white cranes spread their wings, and anyone dwelling within felt their spirits ease.
Among the mountains, a Spatial Rift a thousand zhang wide hung in the sky just like that. At the center of the Spatial Rift stood a spatial gate a hundred zhang tall, and a vast, ancient aura was spreading from the towering gate. As that ancient aura filled the air, many people's souls trembled...
The Heavenly Tomb had opened again!
Xiao Yan's hand clenched unconsciously. After wandering the continent for more than ten years, he had already learned many secrets, including those about the Xiao Family, Yao Chen, Xun'er, and other factions...
Of course, those things that had once sounded so distant were now things he was strong enough to stand before.
It was just laughable to say it: he was actually the first member of the Xiao Family in a thousand years who could visit the Xiao Mansion in the Heavenly Tomb.
"Let's go."
Xun'er gently took Xiao Yan's hand. She naturally knew how many brushes with life and death Xiao Yan had gone through to come here from the Xiao Family. To say nothing of anything else, just refining the Heavenly Flames each time had nearly been a nine-deaths-and-one-life ordeal.
As for the rest, once she had confirmed that he was still Brother Xiao Yan, she was no longer willing to dwell on it too much.
Xiao Yan came back to himself, exchanged a glance with Xun'er, and nodded with a smile. He closed his hand around her soft fingers, and his figure suddenly shot forward, turning into two streaks of light that swiftly swept toward that ancient gate, then vanished into the intense light within the giant door...
After Xiao Yan