"How is this possible!?"

Even someone as composed as Ye Chen couldn't help but be filled with tumultuous emotions upon witnessing this scene.

All this was simply too astonishing.

This was the resurgent Desolate Great Halberd, a weapon not inferior to the Supreme Emperor Weapons, so powerful that ancient monarchs like the Snow Mist Monarch and Emperor Yan would never dare contend with it directly, nor could they emerge unscathed; yet, all this was made possible in the hands of this decrepit Old Immortal.

Just who is he?

"Could it be that the old ancestor has truly stepped into that supreme domain?"

Compared to Ye Chen's shock, Jiuhuang Great Power and other Guardian Powers, besides their astonishment, felt an unmatched joy.

Yet, unlike the tumultuous emotions of everyone else, Old Immortal remained calm, his withered hand took the Desolate Great Halberd from Ye Chen's grip before Ye Chen could react and fell into his palm.

Ye Chen's expression changed drastically, as he bore the Chaos Tripod above him, he had no choice but to retreat swiftly, with the space within him boiling violently, ready to summon the Reincarnation Six-layer Coffin to protect himself at any moment.

However, Old Immortal was no longer focused on Ye Chen. His cloudy gaze fell upon the Desolate Great Halberd, his aged hand gently caressing it, almost as if he were talking to himself: "Desolate, have you forgotten me?"

What!?

It was as though struck by a bolt from the blue. Ye Chen was even more shocked. The origins of this Old Immortal, protector of the Void God Temple, seemed to be far more terrifying than imagined. Moreover, his words implied a past connection with the Desolate Great Halberd.

But hadn't the Desolate Great Halberd been within the Sealing Universe for countless years? How could this Old Immortal have encountered it?

Suddenly, Ye Chen seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened. Could this Old Immortal be—

As Old Immortal's words concluded, the Desolate Great Halberd ceased its overwhelming Emperor's Might and became restrained, seeming to tremble, as if conversing with Old Immortal.

At this moment, Ye Chen joined Jiuhuang Great Power and other Guardian Powers, and transmitted a message: "Senior, who is this esteemed senior?"

But Jiuhuang Great Power shook his head: "Do not ask us; not even we know the origins of this ancestor, only that he is an ancient ancestor beyond description. But from some information we've gathered, the ancestor had once competed on the Ultimate Ancient Road, though we do not know which era he competed in."

Having grasped these scant details, Ye Chen already had an astonishing speculation and was almost certain of it.

Meanwhile, after Old Immortal had conversed quietly with the Desolate Great Halberd for a moment, he gently tossed the restrained bronze spear-like Desolate back into Ye Chen's hands, speaking with a hint of depth: "I didn't expect the inheritor of the Combat Saint lineage this generation to be so remarkable, possessing Mythical Tenth Layer Heaven, as well as being a Chaos Young Supreme. You transcend beyond the Combat Saint Body; truly extraordinary, not much inferior to Qin Wuxiang of old."

Without a doubt, this was high praise, leaving several Protectors astonished.

Although for all these years, the Combat Saint King had always been hailed as the second coming of Wuxiang King, whether or not this was truly the case remained to be tested.

But who was this Old Immortal before their eyes? An ancient beyond ancient existence, extremely terrifying, rarely speaking, yet such praise for the Combat Saint King spoke volumes.

Who was Wuxiang King?

An unparalleled existence who once swept the Ultimate Ancient Road entirely in the previous epoch, engendering such terror that no one dared claim supremacy upon the entire road, becoming invincible, later achieving the status of the strongest King to have ever lived, hailed as the first after the Great Emperors, even rivaling the Emperor Supreme of legends.

For the Combat Saint King to be esteemed by such a Supreme existence, it spoke of his supreme genius, especially when coming from the mouth of an ancient ancestor.

Ye Chen took the Desolate Great Halberd, immediately putting it away, and respectfully cupped his fists in gratitude: "Thank you for the compliment, senior. I dare not accept such praise."

"Hehe, you are quite humble. If it were Qin Wuxiang back in the day, he was rather arrogant yet did have the right to be so." The old fellow shook his head, seemingly reminiscing about some past, sighing wistfully.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen was even more certain of his thoughts.

Only Jiuhuang Great Power and others could but smile wryly. Did the ancestor not know that in terms of arrogance, the Combat Saint King was no less than Wuxiang King? Yet before the older generation, he indeed still appeared humble and respectful.

"What is your name?" asked Old Immortal.

"Ye Chen," replied Ye Chen honestly.

"Ye Chen, is it? It seems ordinary, but within the ordinary lies the extraordinary. You can be described as a golden dragon; gold scales in a pond shall not remain, and when they encounter wind and clouds, they shall transform into dragons." With just a few words, Old Immortal gave his evaluation but also implicitly revealed Ye Chen's lineage.

Regardless of this life or the previous, Ye Chen's origins could be considered humble, even if he was a branch of the Ye Family of the Emperor Clan, their bloodline was so diluted as to be unremarkable. What is there to speak of being extraordinary?

As he walked this path, hadn't he continually emerged, transcended, and never become one among the masses?

"However, as the inheritor of the Combat Saint lineage, I see shades of Qin Wuxiang in you." Old Immortal suddenly sighed, his gaze a little blurry, as if reminiscing, and then deepened, "After all these millennia, once more seeing someone from your lineage ascend to the Ultimate Ancient Road, I hope you will not tarnish the prestige of your lineage."

"I dare not diminish the prestige of my ancestors," Ye Chen answered loudly, his voice ringing clear.

Even without Old Immortal's words, Ye Chen would not dare do so.

Old Immortal spoke no more, only patting Ye Chen's shoulder a few times. It was so heavy that it nearly strained even Ye Chen's Chaos Sacred Body, yet he also felt that Old Immortal bore no malice, as if entrusting him with significant responsibility.

"Take him inside, and—" Before departing, Old Immortal said to Ye Chen: "If ever you encounter trouble in the future, silently recite 'Cang Xiong' three times, and everything will resolve."

Leaving these profound words, Old Immortal turned and disappeared soundlessly, so much so that no one present could discern how he left or his direction.

Ye Chen quietly etched the words "Cang Xiong" into his heart, knowing it perhaps was Old Immortal's name, possibly offering aid in times of dire need.

Yet, Ye Chen's heart grew heavier, for this counted as an ancestor's benevolence, stemming from Wuxiang King's past favor. He hoped he would never have to rely on it and instead pave his own brilliant future.