Chapter 613: Ancestor Stele? I Want One Too

The azure waves calmed gradually.

The tattered Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map, like a desolate flag fluttering in the sky, gradually darkened until it fell into the waters.

The fishy, damp breeze swept over the collapsed mountain, causing the Ban Shan Sect cultivators to lower their palms, withdrawing control over the Great Formation, their expressions filled with awe as they gazed at the figure in an ink robe in the sky.

Huang Wenfa's restrictions suddenly loosened, and he stumbled back to the ground, where Yan Chongzhang rushed to support him.

Master and disciple both looked towards Shen Yi, their breathing becoming more rapid.

Their sect had lost a Treasure Mountain, but the figure standing alone against the horizon, though not imposing, was more immovable than any high mountain.

"Is this Shen Yi?"

Prince Zi Yang gazed into the distance, pondering for a long time, his eyes gradually growing complex.