A sigh seemed to drift from the endless ages of the Primordial Wilderness, crossing millions of years. Yet it also seemed to sound right beside his ear, ghostly and elusive.
Stranger still, the sigh carried both a sacred and an eerie quality, as though an Immortal Spirit and a demon had fused into one.
"Who's there?"
Jiang Yun's hair stood on end. Since entering the Dao Ancestor Realm, he had never encountered anything like this. His figure instantly vanished, hiding deep within the boundless Chaos Void.
Even then, his heart kept pounding. What had happened was too inconceivable to fathom.
Was this a haunting?
No, it certainly felt like one, but he was a Dao Ancestor! His cultivation could shake heaven and earth, and he was invincible within the Dao Ancestor Realm. How could a ghost haunt him?
What ghost would be bold enough to provoke a Dao Ancestor? It would be like a corpse from a mountain village trying to haunt Sun Wukong!
Besides, he had followed the three Dao Ancestors from the Heavenly Emperor Burial Pit all the way here without any of them noticing him. That alone showed how well concealed he was.
Yet this sudden sigh had nearly scared his soul out of his body. He almost suspected that someone had discovered him.
"Was it an illusion?"
Jiang Yun stood hidden in the Chaos Void for a long time, but nothing else happened. He began to wonder whether he had imagined the sigh.
It seemed plausible. Dao Ancestors were immensely powerful, and their divine senses were extraordinarily sharp. Those three had located this great world by tunneling through the Void and Chaos using nothing more than information left behind long ago.
How could anyone sneak up beside beings of that level without their noticing?
Even Jiang