Wang Xuan halted, sensing the vitality within the building ahead. The air was thick with mystical substance, and a powerful superhuman entity awaited him inside. 0

"Please, Sword Immortal," Huang Xinghai gestured.0

"Don't call me Sword Immortal. With the presence of a great immortal from the Huang family, I am hardly comparable," Wang Xuan corrected, then confidently strode towards the main hall of the ancestral shrine.0

Huang Xinghai was visibly moved by Wang Xuan's keen perception. From such a distance, he had already detected the immortal of the Huang family?0

He didn’t follow inside, merely serving as a guide and waiting outside.0

In the Huang family's ancestral shrine, wisps of white mist rose from the ancient building, revealing a middle-aged man's ethereal figure within the fog. He appeared as a spiritual body, dressed in the style of ancient Earth, his figure slightly blurred among the mist and scattered light.0

The man exuded a celestial aura as he observed Wang Xuan, remarking, "In this desolate era, for you to reach such heights is remarkable. You were born in the wrong time. Had you been born a thousand years earlier, you would surely have been an unparalleled powerhouse."0

He then shook his head, adding, "But perhaps not mistaken after all. Maybe you're luckier. The freedom of transcending the mortal realm pales in...0