Yao Ruoxian knew very well that once the Chaos Force was cultivated to Great Success, its destructive power was astonishingly terrifying. It's said that, in the past, there was an Ancestor Master of the Silk Scripture skill who could cut down Immortals barehanded, without using special weapons like the Furnace of Eight Trigrams.
Now, there resides such a "Saint" living in this world!
For the Disciples walking this path, it held extraordinary significance; perhaps that ancestor had resolved the self-destructive issue associated with it.
Truly, if there was a chance to pay homage, who could restrain the impulse? Most would be overcome with emotion, eager to make a pilgrimage at once.
"You are truly composed, one of the origins of this path has reappeared, and a living Ancestor Master is seated afar, yet you're unmoved,"
Yao Ruoxian admired him greatly, as she could clearly perceive that Qin Ming's emotions were calm, without a trace of excitement on his face.
