208: Chapter 208 The Founding Ancestor, she... she actually knelt down?

The Founding Ancestral Master, the Hehuan Fairy, walked with light steps, as if afraid to disturb something, carrying a kind of reverence akin to a pilgrimage.

She passed by Chen Yongheng, who was sprawled on the ground with a stunned expression, without the slightest pause.

She walked past the struggling Qinglian Daozu, who was trying to rise and pay respects, yet acted as if she saw nothing.

She walked straight to the Little Girl with snow-white hair, who stood with hands on hips and head tilted back looking at her, and stopped.

Then—

"Thump!"

The sound of knees hitting the ground, clear and unmistakable, echoed through the silent air above the Law Execution Platform and resonated deep within the Soul of every witness!

The Hehuan Fairy, the Founding Ancestral Master of the Hehuan Sect, a legendary figure said to have attained the Dao through emotion and roamed freely through the heavens, actually... knelt straight down... before that Little Girl who looked only seven or eight years old!

Not on one knee, but on both!

Her posture was humble and respectful to the extreme!

This scene, like an ancient divine mountain collapsing, like the stars of the Universe flowing backwards, smashed violently against the cognitive barriers of everyone present, shattering them completely!

"Ancestral... Ancestral Master... kneeled... kneeled?!"

A strange gurgling sound came from an Elder's throat, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted dead away.

"I... I must be under an illusion... yes, I must have been hit stupid just now..."

Another Elder murmured to himself, his eyes vacant.

"No... impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."

Xiao Nianyin, suspended in mid-air, trembled violently, her ice-blue pupils shrinking to pinpoints, all color draining from her face as her mind went blank.

What was she seeing? The Founding Ancestral Master... kneeling? To that... Little Girl?

Xu Ruyu also sucked in a sharp breath, his heart pounding wildly.

Although he had guessed the Little Girl's origins were frightening, he never imagined they could be frightening to this extent!

The Founding Ancestral Master sees her and kneels directly? Just... how high must her seniority and status be?

Lady Qingli, however, let out a slight sigh of relief, her grip on Xu Ruyu's hand loosening a little. A faint smile of 'just as expected' appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face, though deep in her eyes, shock was still hard to conceal.

She whispered to Xu Ruyu, "See? What did Sister tell you? This little ancestor's background is frighteningly huge."

As she spoke, she subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to stroke the snow-white little fox that had been sleeping quietly in her arms. But halfway there, her hand suddenly froze, snapping back as if shocked, a flash of fear and embarrassment crossing her face.

She had almost forgotten!

This fox was no ordinary spiritual pet!

It was the vessel for a wisp of consciousness descended from the supreme 'Ancestor Tianhu' of their clan!

Earlier, Ancestor Tianhu's consciousness seemed to be dormant, so holding it was fine.

But what kind of occasion was this now? The Founding Ancestral Master of the Hehuan Sect had knelt!

Who knew if Ancestor Tianhu's consciousness had been awakened? Touching the fox now would be like provoking a deity on its own turf, plucking hairs from the Ancestor's head!

She wouldn't dare even with ten times her courage!

Lady Qingli awkwardly withdrew her hand, pretending to adjust her sleeve, her heart still pounding with lingering fear.

At this moment, the Hehuan Fairy kneeling on the ground was completely oblivious to all the reactions around her.

In her eyes, there was only that small figure before her.

She didn't even rise. Instead, still kneeling, she slowly shuffled forward on her knees, inch by inch, like the most devout believer crawling towards their deity, until she reached the Little Girl's feet.

Then, she extended those flawless jade hands that had once captivated countless heroes. Trembling, with utmost care, she grasped a corner of the Little Girl's skirt, embroidered with simple patterns.

As if clutching a rare treasure regained after loss, or the pillar of faith that had supported her for countless ages.

She lifted her tear-streaked, heartbreakingly beautiful face, gazing through blurred, teary eyes at the Little Girl who still looked puffed up with anger, though a flicker of complex emotion seemed deep in her eyes. Her voice choked with endless longing, grievance, and ecstatic joy, she sobbed uncontrollably:

"Revered Master... is it really you? Is it really you? Disciple... is not dreaming, is she?"

"Your unfilial Disciple, Mo Hehuan... pays respects to Revered Master Qingtian!"

"Wuwu... Revered Master... where, where did you go? Do you know how hard Disciple searched for you after ascending to the Immortal Realm?"

"I exhausted all methods, searched through all the Celestial Court records, asked all the old acquaintances across the heavens, even risked exploring some ancient forbidden zones... but couldn't find a single trace of you!"

"The Immortal Realm is vast, time and space boundless, Disciple... Disciple thought... thought she would never see you again..."

"So... so you were in the Lower Realm all along? Right here in the Hehuan Sect? Wuwu... Revered Master, why didn't you reveal yourself sooner?"

"Why did you hide from your Disciple? Do you know how much your Disciple missed you..."

The Hehuan Fairy—Mo Hehuan—now completely devoid of the dignity and bearing of a Founding Ancestral Master, cried like a child who had finally found her parent after suffering immense grievances. Clutching the Little Girl's skirt tightly, she seemed terrified that if she let go, the person before her would vanish once more.

"Revered Master Qingtian"!

"Mo Hehuan"!

These two appellations struck like two divine thunderbolts of annihilation from the Nine Heavens, crashing down upon the heads of every conscious person present!

The Little Girl... is the Founding Ancestral Master's... Revered Master?!

The Founding Ancestral Master's name... is Mo Hehuan?!

Just now, their entire Hehuan Sect had actually taken action against the Founding Ancestral Master's Revered Master?

And they, these unfilial descendants, had actually activated their ultimate trump card—Summoning the Ancestor—to deal with the Founding Ancestral Master's Revered Master?

What in the heavens... is going on?!

A tremendous sense of absurdity and extreme fear, like icy serpents, coiled around the hearts of every Hehuan Sect member, suffocating them, making them tremble, making them wish they could faint immediately to escape this cruel reality.

Those ancestral Soul projections from past generations, who had been slapped down one by one by the Little Girl earlier, finally began to regain their senses from the boundless shock and bewilderment.

Chen Yongheng abruptly sat up from the ground, pointing at the Hehuan Fairy, then at the Little Girl, his mouth agape for a long moment before letting out a strange cry: "Grand... Grandmaster?! She is... Grandmaster Qingtian?! The Founding Ancestral Master's Revered Master?!"

Li Mubai's Soul projection fluctuated violently, nearly dispersing outright. The slap mark on his face now looked especially ridiculous: "She, she is Fairy Qing Tian? That legendary, peerless legend said to be able to cleave the heavens with a single sword?"

"Fairy Qing... Tian... is... is the Hehuan Ancestral Master's Revered Master?!"

"Then what we just did... we..."

Recalling his own arrogant demeanor of 'give this venerable one an explanation' when he emerged earlier, his Soul turned cold. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, while mentally cursing the descendants who summoned him to the seventh generation:

"You bunch of fools! Of all people to provoke, you provoke this living ancestor?! Aren't you just digging our graves?!"

Qinglian Daozu struggled to her feet. Looking at her kneeling, weeping Revered Master, then at the expressionless Little Girl, the emotions on her face shifted, finally transforming into a long sigh. She too slowly bowed deeply towards the Little Girl's direction.

She knew a bit more than Chen Yongheng and the others. In some of the most ancient Legacies and forbidden records of the Immortal Realm, the legend of 'Qingtian' was a truly forbidden name!

The other summoned ancestral Soul projections were also experiencing emotions of extreme complexity.

Shock, fear, shame, disbelief... a myriad of feelings intertwined.

So, after all that, it was a case of fighting among their own?

And the one they fought was the Revered Master of the Founding Ancestral Master, a figure at the level of 'Grandmaster' or 'Ancestral Master' to all of them?

What in the heavens... could be more suicidal than this?!