At night on that very same day. The Chen Clan’s Ancestral Hall.

The entire ancestral hall was illuminated brightly by candlelight, and the atmosphere here seemed tranquil and solemn as it illuminated Chen Tianli’s memorial tablet.

Chen Xi walked forward. He respectfully removed Chen Tianli’s memorial tablet before a strand of divine flames appeared out of thin air and instantly incinerated the memorial tablet into nothingness.

After that, he took a deep breath and flicked the tip of his finger lightly.

A strand of obscure and mysterious energy of Samsara seemed like it came from time immemorial and carried a boundlessly ethereal aura. It was like it surged through both past, present, and even through the barriers of Karma as it moved along the pathways of Destiny to converge at the tip of his finger.

At this moment, Chen Lingjun, Zuoqiu Xue, and Chen Hao who stood behind...