In the ancestral hall of the Wang family's old house, the Tomb Mountain stood upright and the coffins were arranged neatly. Ancestral tablets were placed on every acre of the steep cliff while the entire cave was swamped by darkness and gloominess.
At this moment, the Ancient Guardian Coffin lay quietly at the peak of the hill. The nine Chaos Ground Locks shone in dark purple. Wang Siyuan sat in front of the ancestral tablets, the Ancient Book that looked like a tortoise shell floated on top of his head. The surrounding black and white light spots floated in the air exhibited endless divination symbols. A figure, who had similar eyes and brows, appeared behind him, fading in and out. It hid under the slim chance of survival that was constantly present within the Heavenly Way Rotation, making people completely oblivious to it. Even when they met it personally and were attacked by it, people would continue to disregard it.
