At this moment, the world seemed to fall silent.
Like a burial mound at midnight.
All that remained was the distinct rhythm of footsteps, echoing one step at a time.
Everyone turned to look; the grand gates of the Xuan Sect slowly creaked open. An elder draped in a black robe emerged.
His bony fingers visible, body somewhat bloated, his piercing eyes scanned the crowd, a terrifying pressure descended.
The old woman trembled at the sight of the elder, hurriedly throwing herself forward, kneeling on one knee, and shouted, "Disciple grandchild, greets the ancestor!!!!"
Yu Xiaoxi looked at the elder, a chill gradually rising on her back. She subconsciously moved closer to Ye Tian, feeling less oppressed.
"You finally appeared."
Ye Tian squinted his eyes, gazing playfully at the Xuan Sect Ancestor.
At the peak of the Spirit Martial Realm, just a step away from the Primordial Martial Realm. A few years ago, besides himself, this man would have been the strongest.
