At the summit of the Black-and-White Divine Mountain.
Where was the High Person Qianzhen who had faced the Fifth Tier formation earlier?
Where was that obsessed yet cautious look?
His blue robes snapped in the wind, his features refined, but the aura around him erupted without restraint.
It was no longer the Nascent Soul Middle Stage aura he had shown before, but the unfathomable pressure of a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator.
His aura was no weaker than the Ultimate Dao Devil Lord's.
"Mother, it's all right now."
The High Person Qianzhen did not turn around. He merely spoke softly.
His voice was gentle, yet subtly different from the High Person Qianzhen's voice before.
And that single word—"Mother"—made everyone on the summit, already stunned, draw a sharp breath.
Mother?
The High Person Qianzhen had called Fairy Mei his mother?
Feng Zhitáo's hand froze around her sword, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Liu Yuan, the Formation Old Freak, and the others looked at one another, unable to make sense of this sudden turn.
Just then, two streaks of light raced in from the west and landed steadily on the summit.
They were Ji Yuan and the Ultimate Dao Devil Lord.
Ji Yuan's gaze fell on the High Person Qianzhen's back. His pupils contracted sharply, disbelief written across his face.
The High Person Qianzhen?
Tian Wenjing?
The moment the thought surfaced, details from the past linked together in his mind.
No wonder.
No wonder the High Person Qianzhen had been so familiar with the formation restrictions in that deadly place within the Nine Nether Rift.
No wonder Tian Wenjing had been able to wield the power of a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator without hindrance the moment he entered the Nine Nether Rift.
And no wonder the High Person Qianzhen, despite having only a