At the very moment Zhuge Fengming divined the Ancient Swords' locations.
On the Central Continent, atop a sword-shaped peak shrouded in white clouds and mist, a gaunt old man with graying hair suddenly sensed something. With a soft "Oh?" he abruptly opened his eyes.
Whoosh!
A handsome middle-aged man with white hair and white robes hurried through the air. After landing, he bowed slightly, his voice tinged with surprise and uncertainty. "Reporting to the Ancestor, this disciple just..."
Before he could finish, the gaunt old man waved a hand and said softly, "I already know. The Kaiyang Ancient Sword has stirred, and our sect's fortune has responded. This is a blessing, not a calamity. There is no need for you to worry."
The handsome middle-aged man's expression relaxed somewhat.
After a moment's hesitation, he asked again, "The Kaiyang Ancient Sword suppresses the Nine-Nine Soul-Devouring Formation. If anything happens to the sword, no one will be able to restrain the formation."
"Might I ask..."
The gaunt old man slowly shook his head.
He turned to gaze toward the east and murmured to himself, "The Four Great Calamities will not vanish into thin air. The Master of the Era has arisen in answer to destiny. The Kaiyang Ancient Sword's emergence is inevitable."
"I simply do not know what sort of character this Master of the Era possesses. If his ambitions are too great, it may bode ill for our Twelve Ancient Sects..."
The Master of the Era?!
The handsome middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly, and his brows involuntarily furrowed.
The Twelve Ancient Sects had existed since the Primordial Era, and their origins could even be traced back to Primordial Antiquity.
He had always believed that every Master of the Era would emerge from among the Twelve Ancient Sects. Yet this chosen one,