207: Chapter 207 Founding Ancestor, Fairy of Joy

The Seven-Colored Light Tunnel swirled, its dreamlike radiance illuminating the entire Law Execution Platform as if it were a celestial wonderland.

The figure slowly emerging from the light tunnel finally became completely clear.

She wore a light pink dress that seemed like gauze yet wasn't, like mist yet wasn't; its hem fluttered without a breeze, shimmering with a faint halo of light.

Her figure was slender and graceful—a hair more would be too plump, a hair less too thin—as if she were the manifestation of all concepts of 'feminine beauty' in heaven and earth.

Her face could no longer be described with the simple word 'stunning'; it was a charm that transcended skin and bone, pointing directly to the Origin. Her eyes were full of affection yet cold and otherworldly; in the ripple of her gaze, there seemed to be ten thousand kinds of charm, yet she also seemed to have seen through a thousand cycles of Reincarnation.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, with only a portion tied up by a simple peach-wood hairpin, while the rest draped smoothly behind her back.

She did not emit any terrifying pressure; she was even 'quieter' than many of the Ancestral Master Soul bodies summoned earlier.

But when she stood there, it was as if she were the center of the entire world, all the spiritual elegance of creation converging upon her alone.

Her existence itself inspired infinite yearning, awe, and an inexplicable sense of closeness.

The Founding Ancestor of the Hehuan Sect—Hehuan Fairy!

The true source of the lineage, a legend herself!

The moment they saw this figure clearly, every member of the Hehuan Sect—from the Elders collapsed on the ground to the Disciples barely standing in the distance—felt a violent throb and resonance from the depths of their Souls!

It was the dual call of Bloodline and lineage!

It was the manifestation of the root of all their cultivation!

“An... Ancestor... It's Ancestor Hehuan!”

Elder Kumu struggled to open his clouded eyes, tears streaming down his face as he murmured with the last of his strength, as if seeing the ultimate manifestation of his lifelong faith.

The other surviving Grand Elders and Core Disciples were all trembling with excitement, their eyes brimming with hot tears.

The Founding Ancestor has arrived in person!

What an honor!

What an Opportunity!

Even if the Sect suffered the greatest humiliation today, it would be worth it to see the Ancestor's true face in this lifetime!

Even the Soul bodies of past Ancestral Masters lying scattered on the ground, who had just been violently 'suppressed' by the Little Girl, struggled to raise their heads at this moment. Their gazes toward that pink-clad figure were filled with excitement, awe, and... a hint of indescribably complex emotion.

Chen Yongheng, Li Mubai, Daoist Ancestor Qinglian, and the others had even more complex expressions.

They knew better than the later generations of Disciples that the one before them was the true stabilizing force of the Hehuan Sect, the guide or role model on the path of the Dao for many of them.

Xiao Nianyin hovered in the air, her ice-blue eyes staring intently at the pink figure. Beneath her cold exterior, her heart was churning violently.

This was the Founding Ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, the legendary Hehuan Fairy!

Although her own Mystic Maidens Sun-Stealing Art had strayed from the path, its roots were said to have originated from the core techniques passed down by the Ancestor.

Seeing this legendary figure, even if it was just a wisp of a True Spirit Mark, was a massive shock to her as the current Sect Master.

Xu Ruyu also held his breath.

Although he felt no sense of belonging to the Hehuan Sect, the aura of the 'Hehuan Fairy' before him and that unique charm that seemed capable of enchanting all living beings were indeed impressive.

He couldn't help but look at the snow-haired Little Girl in the center, who still had her hands on her hips and her face puffed out in anger, thinking to himself: Could this 'Senior Qingtian' really handle even the Founding Ancestor?

Madam Qingli gripped Xu Ruyu's arm tightly, a hint of tension and anticipation appearing on her stunning face.

She whispered to Xu Ruyu, “The true main character has arrived... Xiao Yuer, watch closely. Sister was right; as long as you win over that little ancestor, then in this Hehuan Sect... no, perhaps in these Myriad Realms, few will dare to touch you.”

Her tone carried a strange confidence, but deep in her eyes, there was also a trace of undetectable nervousness.

After all, the one before them was the Hehuan Fairy!

The True Spirit projection of the Hehuan Fairy, her beautiful eyes which seemed to contain the stars and the sea, slowly scanned the scene below, which could be described as both 'tragic' and 'absurd.'

She saw the later-generation Elders who had burned their lives and were at their last gasp.

She saw the Soul bodies of her Disciples and grand-Disciples of various generations scattered in a mess, their spiritual light dimmed.

She saw Xiao Nianyin hovering in the air, her aura weak and complex, wearing the robes of the current Sect Master.

She saw the ordinary members in the distance, their faces a mix of terror, excitement, and confusion.

She also saw the young man with the strange aura, Xu Ruyu, protected by Madam Qingli's side.

Hehuan Fairy's brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

A thought first flickered in her heart: Is this... the Sect facing a great catastrophe?

To think they even used the ultimate method of tracing the source to summon spirits and Summoning the Ancestor?

And the summoning was so thorough that they had called almost every Disciple and grand-Disciple they could?

Even Qinglian (the second-generation ancestor) had come out?

But looking at the scene, there were no signs of powerful enemies surrounding them... What was with the palm prints and footprints on those Soul bodies? Who hit them?

A faint sense of confusion and a hint of displeasure rose in her heart.

The Hehuan Sect was created with her heart's blood. Seeing the later generations so 'incompetent' that they needed to use such extreme measures and still ended up in such a sorry state, she was naturally somewhat disappointed.

However, as she took this confusion and displeasure and finally cast her gaze toward the only one standing in the center—the snow-haired Little Girl who was out of place in this tragic scene, looking up with a puffed-out face and glaring at her angrily—

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Hehuan Fairy's beautiful eyes, which had seen through the eternal Mortal World and were long since unshakeable, were like a calm lake surface hit by a giant boulder the moment they touched the Little Girl's figure and face; stormy waves suddenly erupted!

The indifference, confusion, and displeasure on her face vanished as quickly as melting snow, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief. Then, a deep-seated longing, admiration, guilt, and wild joy that had been buried in the deepest part of her Soul across the endless river of time... exploded like a bursting dam!

All color instantly drained from her flawless face; her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes turned red at a visible speed. A layer of misty vapor filled them, condensing into crystalline teardrops that slid silently down her smooth cheeks.

She looked as if she were possessed, staring blankly at the tiny person, as if wanting to confirm that this wasn't an illusion, a Heart Demon, or a dream.

“Mas... Revered Master...?”

A trembling, tiny syllable filled with endless uncertainty and hope escaped from Hehuan Fairy's enticing red lips, as light as a sleep-talker's murmur.

Then, as if she had finally confirmed something, she could no longer suppress the overwhelming emotions in her heart.

Under the incredulous gaze of everyone—all Hehuan Sect members and all the summoned Ancestral Master Soul bodies!

The peerless Hehuan Fairy, who awed the heavens and was revered as the supreme founder of the Hehuan Sect, actually descended slowly, step by step, from before the Seven-Colored Light Tunnel toward the direction of that snow-haired Little Girl.