After the White Mountain Sword Sect's Lamp Master Venerable let out a reverent cry, the Bronze Oil Lamp in his hand suddenly billowed with thick smoke that coalesced into the figure of a Cultivator.
This person was none other than the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the White Mountain Sword Sect, Nie Xinyuan. His features bore a slight resemblance to the Golden Core Cultivator outside who had been carried about by the Xuanli Sword.
"Ancestor..."
At this perilous moment, the Golden Core Cultivators of the White Mountain Sword Sect could not contain their excitement upon seeing Nie Xinyuan, and they all bowed in reverence.
"All of you, rise. After today, you will all be able to live in peace."
Nie Xinyuan spoke with a gentle warmth, lacking the razor-sharp aura characteristic of the White Mountain Sword Sect. His face, however, remained blurry. This was because he had descended as a manifested body; his true self was still on White Mountain and unable to leave.
