Every sect, regardless of its size, would always attribute itself to a legendary ancestor, striving for a resounding reputation.

Mutan sneered disdainfully, but deep down, he was on high alert.

Feng Yiju was not one to boast without reason. Rumor had it that an ancestor of the Qingyuan Sect was once held in high regard by the Orient Loong God. Even if it was self-aggrandizement, there had to be some basis, right?

The formation flag fell to the ground, its pole rooting itself as if meridians spread out from it. Mutan felt his own world power obstructed.