Spiritual Vein, Great Sun Peak.
In the forbidden area of the Back Mountain, the ancient passages resembled the backbone of a real dragon, rugged and soaring, with no end in sight.
Within the quiet Cave Mansion, under the dome's empty sky, sunlight fell, illuminating the nameless tablets on the Altar.
At this moment, Wan Faxiang suddenly opened his eyes.
The leader of the Spiritual Vein stepped out of the Cave Mansion, looking at the distant sky, where the clouds underwent sudden transformations, surging rapidly in all directions and coiling around dragons and tigers. A flicker of surprise and doubt passed through his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, remarkable, what just happened? The sword's hum startled the Dragon and Tiger, has someone disrupted the luck left behind by the sect's Ancestral Master?"
Suddenly, a black crow flew from within the Cave Mansion and landed on Wan Faxiang's shoulder.