"Xian’Er, you truly have a keen eye for people, unlike me who was once shortsighted. It’s my fault towards you and your brother." Luo Li murmured to herself.
Back when Luo Qingxian chose to bring Ye Xiaofan into the ’Space-Time Barrier’ over Ke Zhenling in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, the news once infuriated her, the Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect.
But now, she finally understood her daughter’s extraordinary insight, choosing someone so remarkable.
Seeing Luo Qingxian and Luo Qingchen standing atop the South Peak, for some reason, a profound sense of gratification filled Luo Li’s heart.
At the same time.
On the summit of Heavy Sword Peak of the Divine Sword Sect.
Nalan Linyun stared dazedly at the figure sitting cross-legged atop the South Peak, letting out a self-deprecating smile.
"How laughable it is that I once looked down upon him, yet in just a few short years, we’ve become worlds apart. Indeed, times change, and circumstances are unpredictable."
After speaking, Nalan Linyun shook his head to himself, as though deeply humbled in his heart. Despite a million unwilling thoughts, it’s a reality he cannot change.
Contrasting with Nalan Linyun, some feel ashamed, while others show a slight smirk.
For example, atop Spirit Sword Peak.
At this moment, Jian Zhu looked meaningfully at the figure in white, his smile bitter yet helpless as he spoke, "A few years later, I’ll have grounds for boasting. Who would believe that Jian Zhu, once crossed swords with him, and even though I lost, defeat came with honor."
Jian Zhu finished speaking, his eyes filled with endless longing, his anticipation overflowing as he said, "Ye Xiaofan, you must succeed. If you become the progenitor of the Sacred Race, Sword Jian will have some exceptional boasting rights for the rest of his life."
Countless cultivators of the Divine Sword Sect heard Jian Zhu’s words, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
What a fellow, truly shameless. Had they known this earlier, they might have similarly challenged him before that figure rose to prominence. Even if defeated, they could still stand tall before their descendants: Damn it, you bear grandchildren, dare to belittle your grandfather? Your grandfather once crossed paths with Ye XX back in the day!
As the various regions of the Divine Sword Sect fell silent, time continued to quietly slip by.
Until a certain moment.
An elderly figure atop the highest cliff of the South Peak slowly opened his eyes, his old, deep gaze fixated on the figure sitting cross-legged.
In the next moment, as the Undying Elder moved, his entire being vanished suddenly, appearing almost instantaneously atop the South Peak.
As for Ye Xiaoyue, seemingly still digesting something, she didn’t awaken despite the Undying Sword Venerable’s departure.
Sensing the Undying Elder’s presence, Ye Xiaofan looked in response, "Master Ancestor...?"
He spoke, intending to stand up and pay his respects, but was gently halted by the Undying Elder’s raised hand, "Worldly formalities, no need to mind them. Now that you’re within the Spirit Fusion Altar, it’s best not to stand."
"Master Ancestor?"
Ye Xiaofan hesitated to speak upon hearing this, but the Undying Elder remained indifferent as a breeze, "No need for unnecessary words. Begin, child, just start meditating. I’ll guide you step by step shortly."
"Remember, there’s only one chance. You must discard all distractions, dilute all emotions. Even though you’re a Sixth Grade Forbidden Martial Soul, miss it and there’ll be no second opportunity."
"Furthermore, remember, just do as I say. Don’t force yourself excessively; focus on achieving something, not too much. Later, you’ll naturally progress further."
Listening to the Undying Elder’s words, Ye Xiaofan nodded heavily, even as he sat cross-legged, still slightly bowing in courtesy.
The Undying Elder nodded in response, then took a deep breath, and gazed up at the endless firmament, perhaps feeling somewhat nervous and expectant about the upcoming event, despite being someone who lived through boundless ages.
All at once.
The entire South Peak seemed to freeze in place. Nangong Jianchen and the others all bowed deeply to the Undying Elder, and then flew away, leaving the South Peak.
Even Ye Xiaoyue, beside him, was covered by a terrifying magical artifact, seemingly isolating her from the entire South Peak due to the Undying Elder’s wave.
Once Nangong Jianchen and others completely distanced themselves from the South Peak, abruptly.
The Undying Elder suddenly raised his eyes, unleashing an awe-inspiring divine power. The entire South Peak was swept with roaring winds, endless array flags fluttered, and numerous extremely complex array altars lit up on the peak, resonating with the myriad array flags.
At the moment this scene emerged, countless cultivators felt their hearts leap to their throats, their heartbeats unprecedentedly accelerated.
"Is it going to start?"
"In my lifetime, will I really witness this unparalleled spectacle? Could that child truly reign supreme and overlook myriad races?"
Whoosh—!!!
As the Undying Elder’s aura transformed dramatically, even the myriad saints in the boundless void opened their eyes, gazing at the South Peak.
Within the infinite sky realm, Yunmo Xi and the myriad saints of the Demon Realm similarly stood far away outside the Divine Sword Sect’s mountain gate, taking deep breaths at this moment, their eyes becoming exceedingly attentive, fearing missing any detail.
Until this moment, in the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range region, it seemed only Ye Xiaofan was unaware of what the Undying Elder’s true intention was, while countless cultivators were profoundly tense, some even trembling with excitement.
Upon the South Peak.