"Dang!"
The melodious sound of a bell rang out, and Su Yu's consciousness, which was wandering beyond the heavens, instantly returned to himself. He suddenly realized that he had somehow left the floating island and appeared in an ancient hall.
On both sides, white jade formed pillars. The hall was shrouded in mist, obscuring the depths, but his powerful perception faintly sensed something within. Just as he was about to use his mana to see clearly, a sonorous voice sounded by his ear:
"Silence!"
The resounding voice completely awakened Su Yu. Turning around, he was startled to find a row of figures standing on either side behind him, all elders, with long and unfathomable auras. Among them was Master Xuanwei, his ancestor.
"Good heavens, so many powerful figures, when did they arrive?"
And the Immortal Sect Leader, too, had somehow changed into elaborate robes and a crown, holding a moon-white duster, and in a deep voice, he announced:
