At the peak of Oracle Mountain.

At this moment, many figures were standing before a grand and ancient hall. There were both men and woman amongst them, and even though their appearances were different, all of their auras were extremely formidable.

They were engaged in idle chatter, and they seemed to be waiting for something.

Om!

Suddenly, a wave of fluctuation arose in space, and then two figures appeared from within. It was exactly Wu Xuechan and Chen Xi.

“Eldest Senior Brother.”

“Eldest Martial Uncle.”

“Martial Ancestral Uncle.”

All of these men and woman came forward and bowed to Wu Xuechan, yet there were three types of methods of address.

Obviously, there were first generation, second generation, and third generation disciples amongst these men and woman.

Wu Xuechan smiled as he nodded. “There’s no need for formality.”

Meanwhile, all of their gazes had descended onto Chen Xi and carried curious expressions.

“Martial Ancestral Uncle, is this our Young Martial Ancestral Uncle? But why is he only at the Universe Enlightened Ancestral God Realm?” A tall and robust black clothed man spoke with a booming voice. He had a rugged appearance, a dense beard, two eyes that were large like bronze bells, and possessed a mighty imposing aura.

“Bull, don’t be disrespectful!” A refined middle aged man that wore...