Sensing Fang Yun's attitude, the Inverse Saint let out a long sigh. The Inverse Stele behind him flew out with a thunderous crash, turned into a broken stone tablet, and flew before Fang Yun.
Fang Yun remained unmoved by the winds from all eight directions. A single glance let him comprehend every secret hidden within the Inverse Stele, as well as the grudges between the Coffin-Bearer's people and the other clans.
As it turned out, Burial Saint Valley had been formed by the power of the Yellow Springs Ancient Source. Most of its buried saints had come from the Myriad Worlds, but certain clans, such as those of the Inverse Saint and the Coffin-Bearer, actually originated in the Yellow Springs Ancient Source. In effect, they came from another world.
"That was thoughtful of you." After Fang Yun spoke, the Inverse Stele flew back and settled onto the Inverse Saint.
Lang Liao took a single step, passing the sages ahead and arriving directly at the Emperor Race Royal Court on Royal Clan Mountain.
Like chickens confronted by tigers and wolves, the ancestors scattered backward, watching Fang Yun warily.
Fang Yun merely smiled calmly. Standing atop Lang Liao, he looked toward the Starfield Gate leading to the Human Race.
Streams of bright orange Saint Ancestor literary qi poured from Fang Yun, dancing like ropes as they flew toward the Starfield Gate. They intertwined into a strange Sacred Way structure, then sank into the void and vanished.
Shock and traces of curiosity joined the wariness in the ancestors' eyes.
Everyone stared at the entirely new sacred power spilling out around Fang Yun.
The ancestors' sacred power was, in essence, still a form of sacred power, merely one of exceptional potency.
But Fang Yun's sacred power was utterly different from theirs in both appearance