About half a day later.
"Whoosh!"
In the dense black fog quietly permeating the Great Tomb Canyon, suddenly came the sound of something slicing through the air, promptly alerting the elders and true disciples guarding the perimeter.
Several sharp gazes simultaneously turned toward the direction of the sound, and Lu Chong, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation in front of the bronze giant gate of the Inheritance Hall, also sensed the disturbance, furrowing his eyebrows slightly and opening his eyes to look towards the black fog.
A few moments later, within everyone's line of sight, the black fog began to churn violently, and then a figure, battered and stumbling, vaguely appeared from within.
Seeing this, the true disciples on guard were bewildered, exchanging glances with each other, perplexed.
However, when they finally saw the face of the incoming person, their eyes instantly widened in astonishment, faces showing a thick expression of disbelief.
"Wu True Inheritor?"
