The scroll unfurled on its own, revealing a portrait of a handsome middle-aged man in blue robes, standing with his hands behind his back and gazing up at the moon. Though his expression was calm, his imposing aura was astonishing.
After the portrait appeared, the crimson lightning that had been attacking him suddenly stopped and began trembling violently, as if it had been affected by some unseen force.
True Lord Tian Xu was instantly overjoyed. What he held was Ancestor Yan Yuan's portrait.
And it was no ordinary portrait. It was a special Divine Soul defensive treasure personally crafted by Ancestor Yan Yuan, tainted with his Divine Soul aura. Now, it seemed that it truly had an effect.
As True Lord Tian Xu continued to activate the scroll, the crimson lightning before him also dissipated into nothingness.
True Lord Tian Xu threw back his head and laughed wildly, preparing to fly toward the Crimson Thunder Pagoda once more.
But at that moment, a strange dragon's roar sounded from below.
A streak of black and white light pierced directly through the surging radiance beneath them and soared upward.
In the next instant, a figure appeared in the air. His black-and-white fitted robes were tattered, his long hair disheveled, and his body covered in wounds. It was none other than Yan Jingchen.
At this moment, his calm expression carried a hint of strangeness. He stared fixedly at the Crimson Thunder Pagoda in the distance, as though recalling something. He completely ignored True Lord Tian Xu nearby.
True Lord Tian Xu halted, his eyes filled with uncertainty and alarm.
Then his eyes abruptly widened, his face full of disbelief. "You actually advanced to the Late Stage! How is that possible?!"
Although Yan Jingchen's Spiritual Pressure was not apparent, in True Lord Tian Xu's