Beneath the Immortal ying Sect''s ind.


    The Elders Longevity stood watching the entrance with icy stares.


    "That teleportation array showing up out of nowhere has to be Mason Raymond''s doing," one of the Elders Longevity said with a cold tone.


    "Looks like this boy''s nning isn''t tight enough. Leaving an entrance like this behind? He''s basically rolling out the red carpet for us."


    The two looked at each other, ready to walk through the entrance.


    "Wait." Right then, Barret, the senior among the Elders Longevity, suddenly froze.


    The other old man with the white beard scowled. "What''s wrong?"


    Barret spoke seriously, "This kid''s sly and ruthless. He left an entrance on purpose - I bet there''s a trap waiting."


    White beard stayed quiet for a beat, then asked, "So what''s the n?"


    "Here''s what we''ll do. You stay put while I go check things out," Barret said.


    But White beard stepped in front of Barret, speaking firmly, "Let me go instead. If something goes wrong, I''ve got better odds of getting out alive."


    White beard had mastered the wind technique from the Eighteenth Form and pushed it to its limits - his speed was definitely superior.


    "Fine, just watch yourself," Barret agreed.


    Then White beard stepped into the teleportation array and materialized inside the Immortal ying Sect!


    The moment White beard set foot in the Immortal ying Sect, he felt something off.


    The whole ce had this creepy vibe, with a thin chill hanging in the air.


    Looking around, the entire Immortal ying Sect was wrecked, like someone had torn through it already.


    "What the hell happened here?" White beard muttered with a frown.


    He spread out his spiritual awareness, trying to track down Mason Raymond.


    But right then, someone appeared right in front of White beard.


    The guy was young, wearing all ck, and gave off this intense cold energy.


    "Who are you?" White beard''s expression shifted as he snapped coldly.


    The young man raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Who gave you permission to enter the Immortal ying Sect?"


    White beard couldn''t help but sneer at that. "I''m with the Capital City Martial Arts Association - I go where I want! You don''t get to question me!"


    "Capital City Martial Arts Association... Yeah, they''ve gotten pretty powerfultely," the young man said to himself.


    "But... to me, they''re nothing special."


    White beard barked, "What nerve! You punk, how dare you talk so big!"


    The smile faded from the young man''s face.


    "When there''s no tiger on the mountain, the monkey rules. A half-step nascent soul daring to cause trouble in the Immortal ying Sect - times really have changed..." the young man whispered.


    "Nascent soul?!"


    Hearing that term, White beard''s face went white!


    In today''s world, all martial artists called nascent souls the Martial Saint Realm!


    But this guy used the old Nascent Soul term, which could only mean one thing! He wasn''t from this time period at all!


    "You... what''s your connection to the Immortal ying Sect?" White beard suddenly got a sinking feeling.


    The young man smiled coldly. "Doesn''t matter if I tell you - you''re already dead anyway..."


    "I''m a disciple of the Immortal ying Sect, used to be one of the sect''s prodigies. They called me Iris Darren..."


    "I was supposed to inherit the Immortal ying Sect, but that masked woman wiped out the whole sect in one go..."


    When he talked about the past, fear flickered across the young man''s face.


    "One person ughtered an entire sect - the top sect in the world back then. How terrifying is that..."


    "Lucky for me, I used a secret technique to keep my spiritual awareness alive." The young man went on.


    "Even though our Immortal ying Sect got destroyed, it was still the world''s number one sect. With so many deaths, it naturally created an Evil Omen."


    "This Evil Omen''s power is unbelievably scary, and it''s one of the Immortal ying Sect''s ultimate weapons."


    "That masked woman must have known about it, so she left a coffin, two Guardians, and her own robes to keep the Immortal ying Sect sealed and stop the Evil Omen from forming."


    "With her keeping us down, I figured the evil force of the Immortal ying Sect would stay buried forever, but someone took that coffin and set us free..."


    Every word from the young man calling himself Iris Darren was bone-chilling!


    White beard''s face looked terrible right now!


    "You... you''re saying you''re from the Immortal ying Sect! Someone who lived through ten thousand years?!" White beard felt waves of shock, and serious doubt too!


    Because no one under heaven could survive ten thousand years! Even Tribtion Stage cultivators couldn''t pull that off!


    Iris Darren gave a slight smile. "Don''t look so shocked - of course I can''t live ten thousand years."


    "My spiritual awareness went through countless rebirths, and I woke up some of my memories using secret techniques."


    "Pretty ironic that this secret technique was actually created by that masked woman. Ha."


    Then Iris Darren looked at White beard andughed. "Though if you''re counting, this body of mine has been alive for 1,600 years."


    White beard got more confused the more he listened.


    Even the Capital City Martial Arts Association couldn''t manage a secret technique like that!


    "Forget it, you probably can''t wrap your head around this stuff." Iris Darren grinned.


    "You just need to know that I sessfully got the Immortal ying Sect''s power, plus the suppressed Evil Omen..."


    As he spoke, Iris Darren lifted his hand.


    Instantly, more than ten dried skeletons wed their way up from the ground!


    These skeletons had no spiritual awareness, but each one was at the Mighty Realm level - way beyond what a half-step Martial Saint could handle!


    Seeing the dozens of skeletons crawling out, White beard backed up two steps without thinking.


    He gritted his teeth, red at Iris Darren, and yelled, "Bullshit! A 1,600-year-old body? You''re making all this up!"


    "The Immortal ying Sect was the world''s top sect back then - how could one person massacre it! You should be writing fiction!"


    Iris Darren burst outughing. "Yeah, I think so too. No way she could have massacred our whole Immortal ying Sect. How could a sect at its peak get wiped out by one woman..."


    "Shut up with your lies! Talking about Evil Omens, calling yourself a genius - you''re just stalling for Mason Raymond!"


    "I''m gonna kill you right now, then go find Mason Raymond!"