The air around them solidified.
Chen Xun's eyes widened, and he said nothing. His expression was exactly the same as Big Black Ox's.
A moment later.
Ke Ding drifted down beside Chen Xun in a daze, as though his mind had been battered into concussion three times over.
In an instant, countless thoughts raced through Chen Xun's mind. Flashes of inspiration streaked through his consciousness like a sky full of glittering starlight. His expression remained as steady as an old dog's as he merely focused and asked, "What Great Dao does the Fate Clan cultivate? Are there Immortal Realm beings among them? What is their current situation?"
He asked calmly, his gaze deep as water. "I have waited in the Immortal Realm for a full two hundred thousand years. At last, I have waited for such a miracle..."
"Chen Xun, this is the Fate Clan's innate Great Dao." Ke Ding's expression turned serious. "Their bodies contain the origin from when the Immortal Realm opened Heaven and Earth. They are a race truly blessed by the Immortal Realm, much like that group of Ancient Old Ancestors from the Sui Ancient Era of the Three Thousand Great Worlds."
"Do not speak of innate gifts. That is too vague. I want to trace it back to the origin." Chen Xun's voice grew increasingly profound, carrying a chill. "Did you witness this with your own eyes?"
"With my own eyes, but..."
Ke Ding's words came to a halt. He lightly waved his sleeve, and an image appeared in the void.
It was a mountain ridge. A group of towering figures had appeared within it. The veins of mountains and rivers faintly emerged across their flesh, their dark green hair flowed like cascading waterfalls and drifting clouds, and fragments of light reflecting the cycle of