The Nirvanic Winds Holy Son was tall as a pine tree, and when he walked out of the hall, he stood casually, yet with a momentum that threatened to devour mountains and rivers.

Even from a distance, the old blind man seemed to sense something. He looked up and said, “Young Lord, there’s something strange about that kid.”

Su Yi said calmly, “Do you think his age is off? And his cultivation too?”

The old blind man nodded. “Indeed.”

“It’s to be expected,” said Su Yi. “He used a secret method to seal his life force and cultivation, surviving in a dormant state for countless years. He reawakened only when the seal broke.”

Su Yi didn’t seem particularly concerned. “Methods like this typically only exist in Imperial-level orthodoxies, and using them expends an enormous amount of divine materials. Such methods come at a price to the user as well.”

“You’re well informed, Fellow Daoist!” Off in the distance, the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son clapped and exclaimed, “I suspected earlier that you too were a survivor of the thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness. Now, it seems that’s indeed the case.”

The old blind man couldn’t help but sneer. “Little guy, your eyesight is even worse than mine! You have eyes,...