Not long after, a figure broke through the air from the depths of the ancestral land.

When he walked past the Koushan Sect, he looked down at the sect building that had been missing for a long time and showed a smile.

In a blink of an eye, the smile became cold and the figure disappeared.

When he arrived at the secret realm of the Tengu tribe, he found that there was nothing here.

The remaining Diwei in the air told him that this place had been destroyed.

"Imperial Soldier..."

The figure whispered, his hands sliding, trying to deduce what happened here.

A fog suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be a figure in the depths of the fog, walking forward with him on his back.

"The Art of Forgetfulness in Life, the Art of Forgetfulness in Life, I can't see through my breathing technique... the breath of the bloodline of the Hua family..."

The figure smiled and said, "I have never seen this little guy before. I think it should be the proud grandson Xiaotian mentioned..."

"Hey, Daoyuan Peak, Daoyuan Peak, when will it be able to suppress them? It's so scary..."
Chapter completed!