"Fellow Daoist Changqing, please stay your hand!"
The words rang out, reaching Gu Changqing's ears.
The voice was steeped in the vicissitudes of time, as though it had crossed hundreds of millions of years, carrying an indescribable weight and a trace of weariness.
Hearing it, Gu Changqing froze for a moment.
Then he gulped down several great mouthfuls of fine wine.
At that moment, his divine sense seemed to grow dozens of times stronger in an instant.
After briefly sensing his surroundings, Gu Changqing looked toward the divine vein of the Undying Volcano.
"Heh... Yuanfeng?!"
"You... hic... really aren't dead!"
"You watched the Phoenix Clan perish without lifting a finger. You certainly know how to keep your composure."
Gu Changqing gave a soft scoff as he spoke that last sentence, his meaning inscrutable.
Yet hearing his words, Kong Xuan felt his scalp crawl.
Mind-blowing!
Utterly mind-blowing!
During the Dragon-Han Tribulation, the Three Clans had fought ceaselessly, and Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and First Qilin had all long since died, their Daos extinguished.
Yet today, Gu Changqing actually claimed that Yuanfeng had not died?
How was that possible?!
Kong Xuan stared at the scene, slack-jawed and dazed, not knowing how to react.
But in the next instant, vast swaths of Southern Bright Separation Flame erupted atop the Undying Volcano's highest peak, soaring a hundred thousand feet into the air and burning the Nine Heavens into collapse.
Amid those sky-filling flames, a faintly illusory figure manifested, radiating overwhelming pressure.
She appeared hunched, as though already standing at death's door, her entire body exuding dense deathly energy.
Her deeply sunken eyes bore the weathered weight of countless ages.
Then she turned her calm gaze toward Gu Changqing.
"Heh, as expected of the Interception Sect's most astonishingly gifted disciple!"
"To think that you would see