Inside the grand hall was a purple crystal, sealed within which was an old man. This old man was none other than the diminutive elder buried deep beneath the Western Continent. Yet, his uncanny resemblance to Xiao Lao Di was undeniable, as if tightly bound together by myriad connections; otherwise, it would be impossible for them to look so identical.
"This took me blood, sweat, and tears to bring out. This lookalike freak is absolutely the owner of the Grand Tomb."
Xiao Lao Di spoke slowly. This purple crystal was something he had excavated from the Grand Tomb. When he moved it, the entire underground city trembled, and all the mechanisms and traps somehow seemed to step aside to make way for this crystalline elder.
"But what use does the senior see in bringing him out? Much has occurred in the Central Origin Realm over these past days. Have you heard any of it?"