"I, Hun Tong, your descendant, pay my respects to you, Ancestor!"
Xingxiu recognized the figure the instant he appeared. In this cave abode left behind by her ancestor, who else could this remnant soul be but her ancestor, the Morning Star Ancient Emperor?
At that moment, Xingxiu no longer had any thought of activating the formation here to suppress Hun Changqing. Instead, she hurriedly bowed to the Morning Star Ancient Emperor and spoke respectfully, the faint curve of her eyes resembling delicate crescent moons as a trace of joy shone through.
The joy in her heart when her ancestor appeared was beyond compare. The heavy mood that had weighed on her throughout the unspeakable ordeals of recent days finally eased a little.
Meanwhile, the instant Hun Changqing heard the final word, "Emperor," his head felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer, leaving his mind utterly blank.
No words could describe how he felt. Hun Changqing's eyes widened, his hands trembling incessantly beneath his black sleeves. His mouth hung slightly open as he tried to say something, only to find that he could not utter a single word.
Then, after hearing how Xingxiu addressed the Morning Star Ancient Emperor, Hun Changqing abruptly turned toward her. Having finished her bow, she stood straight again, watching him quietly with a faint smile on her face. Bewilderment appeared in his eyes-bewilderment at the situation before him, and at the existence of this Dou Di's remnant soul.
Thoughts then flashed through Hun Changqing's mind like lightning, and he soon pieced everything together. There had never been any cave abode belonging to Saint Qianmu. Xingxiu had come here to find the abode left behind by her Dou Di ancestor ten thousand years ago.
Clearly, Xingxiu had told him about these supposed ruins