"I never expected, truly never expected, that you would find your way here." The laughter echoed through the clouds, "Thus, my final move has finally been completed."
The white light faded, the voice fell silent, and a figure slowly emerged.
This was an old man, his hair and beard all silver, his face full of wrinkles, yet his eyes were as youthful as ever, still the emperor who had once battled across the lands and dominated the world.
Even though he was advanced in years, his ambition and drive were not diminished, but rather burning more fiercely.
Seeing this familiar face again, Ye Wanlan's pupils contracted, and she blurted out: "...Grand Ancestor?!"
Even though she had foreseen and prepared for this, her heart and mind were still greatly shaken when her thoughts finally became reality.
The last meeting at the Phoenix Origin Pagoda was not the Great Ancestor Ning's final contingency.
His true hand was buried within Atlantis for six hundred years.
