At this moment, several bone-chilling voices rang out from the grand Dao Palace, their echoes shaking the nine heavens.
"Ke Ding, the investigation into the Tai Yi Ancient Immortal Court ends here. We have said all that needs to be said."
This voice was like a howling winter wind, carrying merciless resolve. Its words boomed like thunder through the halls of the Dao Palace, making one feel an immortal power that could not be crossed. Every sentence was like frost in the depths of winter, striking straight at the soul.
He wore a deep-blue Daoist robe. His face was pale as snow, his features sharply defined yet not lacking in softness. The corners of his brows rose slightly, like blue ice amid a cold wind, revealing a stern expression.
His profound eyes seemed capable of watching the flow of ages, revealing an indifference that transcended the mortal world. In particular, his vast immortal essence pressed down in all directions—he was truly in the realm of an immortal.
Such an ethereal, otherworldly appearance—the Azure Feather Illusion Clan... one of the strongest ten races in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, ranked ninth. A Second Tribulation Immortal—Cheng Yuanxian.
On the Barren Mountain.
Chen Xun leaned against the Three-Wheeled Cart, his eyes slightly narrowed and a meaningful smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. An old acquaintance.
He remembered that, during the Battle of the Heavenly River, he had chased this man with an axe for tens of thousands of miles. The impression remained. He wondered whether his Natal Dao Artifact had recovered by now.
This race had also been a major clan that rose meteorically alongside the Ancient Sacred Clan during the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era. They were thick as thieves, and they had been one of the masterminds behind the