Oracle Mountain seemed exceptionally bustling on this day.

After all of his senior brothers and sisters arrived here, other figures had rushed over successively, and they addressed Chen Xi as Martial Ancestral Uncle, Martial Uncle, or Little Junior Brother.

Obviously, they were disciples from the Third Founding Ancestor, Wen Daozhen’s, line.

Chen Xi had originally thought that since unrest had swept through the Ancient God Domain, then Oracle Mountain would be unable to avoid being swept into it, and the senior brothers and sisters in the sect would have mostly been dispatched into the outside world. Never had he expected that he would actually encounter such a bustling scene upon returning.

What’s going on?

Chen Xi was slightly bewildered in his heart. The detail that was most noticeable to him was that Wu Xuechan and Tang Xian weren’t amongst the group.

Where… have they gone?

…

It was always easy for time to fly when it was filled with fun and excitement. After they confirmed that Chen Xi had really returned safely to the sect, it wasn’t long before all the disciples of Oracle Mountain dispersed successively.

Li Yang led Chen Xi towards a hall on the peak of the mountain.

“Where’s Eldest Senior Brother?” Chen Xi couldn’t help but ask this question...