Heng Yan was stunned again, then he disappeared from in front of Xie Tian and arrived at the depths of the Yin Yang Sect.
The entrance deep within the mountains was even more imbued with the aura of Yin Yang, like the origin ground of the Yin Yang Sect.
Standing at the entrance of the ancestral seclusion site, Heng Yan took a deep breath and stepped forward slowly, extended his right hand, and gently pressed it into a round hole on the mountain wall, then began circulating the Yin Yang Nine Extremes within his body.
Moments later, the round hole burst with a glow, he immediately withdrew his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The ancestor is unharmed, not the ancestor reincarnated... hiss!"
Heng Yan felt a toothache.
Because the problem had become even more serious.
"If it's not the ancestor reincarnated, how can one control the Yin Yang mist?"
