Chapter 638: Chapter 275: Reunion After a Long Separation, Attitudes from All Sides (Part 4)
After all, in this world with such a shocking and unprecedented killing array, no one would believe that an established situation could change due to the arrival of a junior ant.
Yet little did they know, that figure’s identity nowadays is far from what it used to be. His appearance will turn the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range upside down, thoroughly engraving this existence into the memories of millions of cultivators for eternity, especially those who once looked down on him, who will forever be haunted by this memory.
Unexpectedly, the entire Divine Sword Sect region was suddenly covered with falling snow, seemingly heralding this extraordinary era.
As time passed, under the watchful eyes of countless cultivators, finally, that figure slowly descended into the snow beneath the South Peak.
Ye Xiaofan looked up at the towering snow peak before him, his body seemingly trembling, yet he did not choose to ascend immediately into the air. Instead, he took one step at a time, stepping onto the snow of South Peak, slowly climbing to the Divine Peak’s summit, just as he did the first time he climbed South Peak years ago.
At the same time, atop South Peak.
Qi Yun looked at that familiar figure, then slowly closed his eyes, sighing deeply into the empty valley.
Yunmo Xi and the others remained silent, following the person ahead up the peak.
Amidst countless vast Spirit Peaks, a few solitary figures appeared so small as they climbed toward South Peak.
Ever since the Endless Territory giants surrounded the Divine Sword Sect that day, this Divine Peak has been deserted, as if turning into a solitary peak. But now, it has welcomed its sole climber.
As time flew by, under the mixed emotions of the endless cultivators of Divine Sword Sect watching, that figure finally reached the top of South Peak.
Upon first reaching Divine Peak, Ye Xiaofan’s eyes met Qi Yun’s, but words failed them both, for at this moment, many things no longer needed to be said.
"He’s waiting for you in the small courtyard, go ahead," Qi Yun said faintly, and as those words fell, Jian Shi and Jian Yu were already crying silently as if their tears were pouring like rain.
Ye Xiaofan nodded slightly upon hearing this. Before ascending South Peak, he felt extremely fearful inside, but once he stood on this land, he suddenly felt very calm.
He did not shed tears like Jian Shi and Jian Yu nor did he lose composure as if the sky had collapsed. He simply turned slowly and looked silently at the familiar small courtyard, and Yunmo Xi and the others instinctively followed Ye Xiaofan’s gaze.
What they saw was a snow-covered, exquisite courtyard, where a lone, elderly figure appeared in their sight. His hair was white, weathered beyond recognition, sitting quietly like a statue at the familiar stone chessboard, motionless without any hint of life.
At that moment when they saw that figure, Yunmo Xi and the others couldn’t help but tremble inside, eyes filled with a sudden shock.
However, Ye Xiaofan remained unusually calm, unusually peaceful.
He walked step by step towards the familiar courtyard, recognizing that ’unknown’ figure as incredibly aged, the snow-white hair, the desolate flesh seemed to constantly narrate a tale of decay and desolation, utterly devoid of any familiar aura fluctuations.
Ye Xiaofan entered the small courtyard, standing a few steps away from the elderly figure.
In the next moment.
Whoosh—!!!
Bang—!!!
The young man’s stiff knees heavily knelt down.
With this kneel, it was as if the entire sky resounded with the heavy sound of knees hitting the ground, stirring the endless snow.
"Master, Fan’Er... is back."
A voice saying ’Master, Fan’Er is back’ seemed to scatter the entire wind and snow into chaos.
This kneel not only took place atop South Peak, in front of the Sword Saint, but also as if kneeling upon the hearts of the endless Divine Sword Sect hierarchy, booming loudly, overwhelmingly.
And just as that figure knelt down, suddenly.
Boom boom boom—!!!
A terrifying aura rose vastly from the vast world, and all the old undead giants staring from beyond the Endless Territory started moving, gathering toward this realm.
One by one, ancient giants whose longevity was nearly exhausted broke through rivers and mountains. Once in motion, they stirred up storms and snow, causing the entire vast snow region to boil at that moment, the murderous aura vast and remarkable, shocking the endless cultivators of Divine Sword Sect who instantly turned pale.
And as the terrifying old undead giants gathered from all directions.
It seemed as if sensing the murderous aura enveloping his beloved disciple, the originally lifeless elderly figure’s withered eyelids slightly twitched.
