206: Chapter 206 Call out, bring out that wild girl Hehuan!

Dao Ancestor Qinglian's gaze swept calmly over the devastation below, over the group of Ancestral Master Souls who looked disheveled and whose presence was withered, and finally landed on the only person standing in the center: the white-haired Little Girl.

Her brows furrowed slightly, seemingly in doubt, and also somewhat puzzled.

She did not immediately scold or attack like the previous Ancestral Masters, but instead scrutinized the Little Girl carefully, sensing that Origin aura radiating from her—an aura that made her very Soul tremble, yet felt incredibly familiar.

A title, sealed away for endless years and nearly forgotten by her, exploded like a thunderclap deep within her Dao Heart.

Her expression shifted slightly, and just as she was about to speak, seemingly wanting to confirm something.

However, the Little Girl had already lost patience.

"What are you looking at? Another one putting on airs?"

The Little Girl curled her lip, not giving the other party any chance to speak. With a flick of her small hand, she slapped out through the air!

The movement remained casual, as if swatting away a fly.

Dao Ancestor Qinglian's expression changed. Her holy lotus phantom bloomed in layers, forming an incredibly sturdy defensive barrier. Simultaneously, she waved her whisk, drawing upon the pure righteous Qi of heaven and earth, attempting to neutralize or block the palm strike.

However, it was all in vain.

That fair, tender little hand seemed to ignore all Laws, all defenses, and all Divine Abilities, passing lightly and deftly through the layers of lotus barriers and the obstruction of the pure Qi. Under the gaze of Dao Ancestor Qinglian's suddenly constricted pupils—

"Slap!"

An exceptionally crisp slap echoed through the sky.

On Dao Ancestor Qinglian's solemn and compassionate face, a small palm print instantly appeared.

Her entire Soul was knocked staggering; her Dao crown went askew, her whisk slipped from her hand, and the lotus phantom around her shattered like bubbles.

She stumbled a few steps, ultimately failing to steady herself. In an extremely ungraceful posture, with a "thud," she fell onto the pile of Ancestral Master Souls, causing several of them to groan.

The entire scene fell into dead silence once again.

Even Dao Ancestor Qinglian... was just a matter of one slap?

The spark that had just ignited in the hearts of the Hehuan Sect members was completely extinguished, leaving only cold ashes.

The Little Girl shook her hand, seemingly feeling that the texture of hitting this "Dao Ancestor" was a bit different, but she didn't pay it any mind.

Her gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the mountain of Ancestral Master Souls on the ground, finally fixing on Dao Ancestor Qinglian, who had just struggled to sit up, her face still bearing a clear palm print and a look of dazed shock.

An aura, even more ancient, more overbearing, and seemingly suppressed for aeons, rose from the Little Girl's small body.

She took a step, treading on the Soul of an unknown Ancestral Master, and pointed at Dao Ancestor Qinglian. Using a clear, childish voice that nevertheless contained supreme majesty, she shouted sternly:

"You! Qinglian, right? I remember you! The Little Girl under that wild girl Hehuan who actually had some Comprehension Ability!"

Dao Ancestor Qinglian trembled all over. Her gaze towards the Little Girl was filled with incredulous horror and... extreme awe after some sort of confirmation!

She opened her mouth, but could not make a sound.

"Call!" The Little Girl did not give her a chance to speak, her voice suddenly rising with an imperious, commanding tone. "Call for me!"

"Call that wild girl Hehuan and tell her to get out here!"

"Damn it, I don't believe it! If I can't handle you bunch of unfilial descendants today, I can't handle the one who founded the Sect?!"

"Make her come out and see me!"

The voice echoed over the Law Execution Platform, filled with an unquestionable will.

Dao Ancestor Qinglian's expression shifted. She looked at the Little Girl, then at her fellow Sect members lying helter-skelter on the ground. Finally, as if having made a decision, or perhaps due to an instinctual obedience from her Soul,

she took a deep breath. Her hands laboriously formed a seal—one even more ancient than the one Chen Yongheng had used earlier, carrying a sense of Bloodline summoning.

"Disciple Qinglian, in the name of the Hehuan Daoist Legacy, using the Sect's Origin Luck as a guide..."

Her voice was no longer calm; it carried a trace of trembling and excitement, and even more, an indescribable piety:

"...Respectfully inviting my Master—Hehuan Fairy, to manifest and descend!"

The light of the seal burst forth, transforming into a beam of purely pink light that plunged into the deepest part of the rift in time and space, as if it had plucked a string connecting to the very beginning of the aeons.

The entire Hehuan Sect shook violently!

It wasn't an earthquake, but rather a sensation as if the entire Sect had come "alive," cheering, leaping, and welcoming the pulse of its true "mother"!

In the sky, the leaden clouds dissipated, giving way to ten thousand rays of rosy light and a thousand streaks of auspicious color!

Celestial music played faintly, and exotic fragrances assailed the senses! Countless celestial flowers condensed out of thin air, scattering down in profusion!

The rift in time and space suddenly expanded, becoming a light-hole flowing with dreamy, seven-colored radiance.

An indescribable aura permeated out from the light-hole.

That aura was neither overbearing nor sharp; instead, it carried a gentleness that encompassed all things, a charm that had seen through the Mortal World, a transcendence beyond life and death, and even more... an ancient resonance that seemed to faintly harmonize with the white-haired Little Girl below, as if they originated from the same source!

Under the gaze of everyone—including the Ancestral Master Souls on the ground, Xiao Nianyin, and Xu Ruyu—all holding their breath and widening their eyes,

a slender, graceful, and blurry figure, as if condensing all the beauty and charm in the world, slowly emerged within the seven-colored light-hole, gradually solidifying.

The true founding Ancestral Master of the Hehuan Sect, the legendary figure who entered the Dao through emotion and achieved fruition through pleasure, leaving behind countless romantic and powerful legends—Hehuan Fairy, a wisp of her true Soul imprint was about to... descend!

The entire Hehuan Sect, the moment they saw that blurry figure, felt a resonance and excitement stemming from their Bloodline and Daoist Legacy, making them almost tear up and kneel in worship! This was the source of all their Daoist methods!

She was the true founder!

The founding Ancestral Master, Hehuan Fairy, was about to appear!

She... should at least be able to...

Just when everyone, including the Ancestral Master Souls who had been beaten into submission, cast their expectant, excited, and complex gazes toward the seven-colored light-hole—

The unexpected happened...