Paying Respects to Ancestor Fang Yu!

Moon Concealment Sect, main hall.

The beautiful sect leader in Moon White Palace Attire no longer possessed the slightest trace of immortal poise.

She had practically smashed through the restriction and rushed inside, her hair slightly disheveled, her usually cool and jade-like face pale as paper. Her chest heaved violently, as though she had just crawled out of the bloody sea of the underworld. Even the spiritual energy in the hall trembled slightly because of her unstable aura.

"Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul!"

Ni Chang's mind buzzed as if a hundred soul-shaking bells were pounding at once.

The nightmare-like scene before Yellow Maple Valley's mountain gate kept flashing uncontrollably through her mind.

That ragged figure had hovered in midair, the little sun at his dantian stabbing painfully at everyone's eyes, and with a casual swipe, he had torn space apart like a scrap of cloth with sheer brutality!

A chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, making even her soul tremble.

It's over. Completely over!

Yellow Maple Valley now had a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator who was absurdly young and freakishly powerful.

Moon Concealment Sect's status was bound to plummet.

A Nascent Soul cultivator, and one so young? So overbearing?

How were they supposed to live from now on?

Wouldn't they have to spend their days on their knees?

Creak—

The door was pushed open. Without even raising her head, Ni Chang snapped, "What is it?"

Nangong Wan was surprised to see Ni Chang in such a state, so she set down the food and took the initiative to question a disciple nearby.

It was one thing not to ask. Once she did, she was stunned!

Good heavens!

Yellow Maple Valley had produced a Nascent Soul genius?

"Is this true?" Nangong Wan