If it was not the Heavenly Sword Dao Ancestor, then who was it?
Jiang Yun's heart leaped into his throat. Would he have to fight the owner of that Great Bell himself?
If he had guessed right, the Great Bell's owner was someone he knew!
Fighting him might truly be troublesome. Putting on a convincing show under the eyes of so many Dao Ancestors was no simple matter.
Yet the figure beneath the Great Bell remained silent. Someone else spoke instead.
"It's me."
Beside the Heavenly Sword Dao Ancestor, a much younger Dao Ancestor stepped out from the crowd. He stared fixedly at Jiang Yun, boundless hatred burning in his eyes.
Jiang Yun stared at him, stunned for a moment before he recognized who he was.
It's him!
The former Myriad Stars Immortal King had once stood just one step from the Dao Ancestor Realm. Unable to stomach his actions, Jiang Yun had struck him and sent his cultivation plummeting.
Who would have thought that hundreds of thousands of years later, the Myriad Stars Immortal King had not been ruined? Instead, he had climbed another rung on the hundred-foot pole and entered the Dao Ancestor Realm.
For a moment, even Jiang Yun was speechless. Now he had no choice but to believe in cause and effect.
His ties with Wan Xing ran deep indeed. How could he have imagined back then that Wan Xing would one day pose a threat to him?
As one rose, the other fell. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west; fortunes had turned before his eyes.
Still, if it was him, that was not necessarily bad. After all, he had only recently entered the Dao Ancestor Realm.
Wan Xing knew that too, but he still intended to attack Jiang Yun. Beneath his blazing