"Rumble..."
The trembling of the Gate of Life and Death echoed like rolling heavenly thunder across the skies above the entire Misty Cloud Sect, refusing to fade for a long time.
Every boom carried the weight of a thousand tons, hammering heavily against everyone's hearts.
Lighting up the entire gate represented an exceedingly rare level of resonance, matching that of Yun Potian, the founding patriarch.
Such a staggering sight had never appeared since the Misty Cloud Sect's founding. Like a heavy bomb, it stirred towering waves in everyone's hearts.
Everyone present, from the young disciples who had just entered the sect, their faces still innocent and inexperienced, to the seasoned deacons and elders, stared with eyes so wide they seemed about to burst from their sockets, astonishment written across their faces.
They simply could not believe Xiao Qian had triggered such an astonishing resonance. It lay completely beyond everything they had ever known.
Meanwhile, on the Misty Cloud Sect's Back Mountain, at the secluded and perpetually quiet retreat where the former sect master, Yun Shan, cultivated in seclusion, the massive stone that normally sealed the entrance slowly opened.
Accompanied by a series of dull cracking sounds, the mysterious place, sealed away for countless years, was slowly revealed.
"Whoosh!"
A figure flashed out from within like a phantom.
His hair and beard were entirely white, dazzling as snow, lending him a mysterious air tempered by the vicissitudes of time.
A closer look would reveal traces of Yun Shan in his brows, eyes, and expression.
"Go. I've already made the arrangements inside your Gate of Life and Death. All you need to do is send that Xiao Qian inside. Heh heh heh..."
Just then, Protector Wu of the Hall of Souls slowly drifted out as well, his form insubstantial and an eerie