It turns out, they were the main characters.

Lin Ling gently shook her head: "I don't know what they talked about."

"At that time, I was still suppressing the karmic fire in the cave and rarely left."

Mu Zhian's eyes flickered as he recalled the ancient ship he had seen by the lake some time ago, and the Lan family ancestor inside that ship.

"Is the Lan family ancestor really dead?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked.

"Her lifespan hadn't ended yet, but for some reason she suddenly disappeared later," Lin Ling shook her head.

Perhaps the Lan family ancestor they saw on that ancient ship was truly a 'living person'? Mu Zhian wondered.

Soon, they arrived at their destination, the edge of Xianhuang Mountain.

There was no way forward; the area was filled with bushes and thickets, and the entire forest was gloomy and overcast on that rainy night.

"It seems there's no way forward... Is Sister Lin Ling sure she's here?" Mu Zhi'an asked.

Lin Ling nodded with absolute certainty and said softly, "The paths in this world are made by walking them, and the same goes for Immortal Emperor Mountain."

The next moment, something magical happened.

The surrounding bushes bent backwards silently, and the ancient, enclosed sacred mountain in front of them trembled slightly.

The belly of Xianhuang Mountain gradually emerged amidst the tremors, and although it was some distance away, an ancient underground palace could be vaguely seen.

Inside the underground palace, a huge stone door blocked their path, making it impossible for them to take another step forward.

"It's best not to attract other people's attention," Mu Zhian said softly.

Lin Ling nodded gently, took Mu Zhian's hand, parted her red lips slightly, and whispered something.

The next moment, the two disappeared from in front of Immortal Emperor Mountain, and when they reappeared, they were already deep in the underground palace.

Unlike the underground palace that Mu Zhian had imagined, this underground palace did not have the slightest eerie feeling. On the contrary, it was shrouded in brilliant divine light, illuminating the entire underground palace and making it incomparably sacred.

Lin Ling's gaze fell directly on a spatial rift not far ahead, emanating a hazy, rosy glow.

The spatial rift emitted astonishing fluctuations of spiritual energy, as if it were connected to another world.

Mu Zhian said softly, "The technique of the cave heaven."

The Cave Heaven Technique is a spell that can only be mastered by those at the Returning to Emptiness Realm. By using the Cave Heaven Technique, one can create a vast space within a limited space.

However, the larger the space, the more materials are needed.

From this spatial rift, Mu Zhian sensed an immense amount of spiritual energy, enough to imagine the enormous effort the Lan family ancestors had put into creating this grotto-heaven.

At this moment, Lin Lingxiu's eyebrows suddenly furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhian asked immediately upon seeing this.

“There’s a very strong demonic aura here.” Lin Ling held up her notebook.

"Demonic energy? In the ancestral land of the Blue Clan...?"

Mu Zhian was taken aback at first, then, as if sensing something, he took out the ancient bell left by the nine-tailed celestial fox from his storage ring.

The ancient bell in his hand was vibrating violently.

After a brief moment of surprise, Mu Zhian looked up and gazed ahead.

Within the spatial rift, a ripple emanated, radiating a captivating halo.

Lin Ling stepped forward and entered the cave with Mu Zhian.

The next instant, the whole world seemed to turn upside down, and everything spun around!

An overwhelming will descended, like a god looking down from above. Almost immediately, Mu Zhian felt his cultivation level being suppressed from the peak of the Refining God realm to the fifth rank of the Refining God realm.

"This grotto-heaven can suppress the cultivation level of others...?"

Mu Zhian was secretly alarmed, and then glanced at Lin Ling beside him, who seemed to be completely unaffected.

"It seems that this formation has no effect on those at the Dao Integration Realm."

Mu Zhian felt relieved for the time being, concealed his aura, and walked forward along the passage in the cave.

at the same time.

Deep within this grotto, in an area shrouded in thick white fog.

Ancient trees intertwine and rise to the sky, covered in moss. In this area, there are also many palaces, stone pillars, and withered flowers.

"This matter is important to both of us. If we mess it up, the elder should know what the consequences will be," the young man in the blue robe said slowly, his expression quite casual and indifferent.

"Holy Son, you can rest assured. I know what to do. Even if it takes all my strength, I will still lend a helping hand to the Qingyue Holy Land."

The old man deliberately concealed his appearance and aura, speaking in a low voice that made it difficult to discern his features.

Mu Zhian had seen this young man once before; he was the Holy Son of the Qingyue Holy Land in the Eastern Continent.

Qingyue Saintess slowly raised her head, gazing at the sculpture not far ahead, her eyes filled with a hint of infatuation.

The sculpture is of a woman with a compassionate expression, and behind her, a faint, deep blue light seems to shimmer, as if it were the embodiment of all that is sacred and noble in this world.

"Is everything prepared?" Qingyue Saint asked casually, toying with the jade box in her hand.

Only by possessing this jade box can one set foot deep within the ancestral land of the Blue Clan.

The elder nodded silently.

Then he reminded him, "It's getting late, Holy Son should go back soon. If you stay here too long, people might notice."

The Holy Son of Qingyue gazed at the sculpture for a long time before leaving with the elders behind him.

Silence returned to the palace.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, the once silent palace suddenly rippled like water.

Lin Ling and Mu Zhi'an, having concealed their own presence, appeared in the palace.

"Sister Lin Ling, do you feel that there's anything wrong with this place?" Mu Zhian asked.

Lin Ling pointed to the sculpture in front of her, and then handed him the contents of her notebook: "This sculpture has a strong demonic aura, no less than that of the current Demon Queen."

Mu Zhian was utterly astonished.

"How could there be demonic energy in the ancestral land of the Blue Clan? And you say it's no less than Zi Xuan's?"

Mu Zhian muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a thoughtful look.

Lin Ling tilted her head and looked at Mu Zhian with a strange expression, a hint of doubt flashing in her red starry eyes.

How did he know the true name of the Demon Queen...?

Meanwhile, a brainstorming session had already begun in Mu Zhian's mind.

"Ever since I joined the Blue Clan, I've felt like something's not quite right, but I just can't quite put my finger on it..."

"Why does the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox's ancient bell react to the Lan Clan? Why is it that the Lan Clan's ancestor, who was clearly on that ancient ship, was able to issue divine decrees at every ancestral worship ceremony? Moreover, that Lan Clan ancestor previously stated that the person who issued the divine decrees was not her."

"Since the one who issued the divine decree was not an ancestor of the Lan family, then besides her, could it be that the Lan clan has other Dao Integration experts...?"

The answer probably lies in this sculpture.

Mu Zhian looked up and gazed at the graceful figure that was vaguely appearing in his field of vision. He slowly stepped forward and reached out to touch the sculpture.

For a fleeting moment, the entire sculpture trembled violently, and an incredibly dense pink demonic aura slowly emanated from it.

Looking at the ancient bell vibrating in his palm, Mu Zhian understood immediately and whispered, "Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox..."

The spirit of the nine-tailed celestial fox resides within this sculpture!

Lin Ling gently tugged at Mu Zhi'an's sleeve and held up her notebook: "Someone's coming in, we have to go."

……

Not long after Mu Zhian and his companion left the ancestral land of the Blue Clan, some Blue Clan elders who were meditating and cultivating were awakened from their cultivation and sent people to the ancestral land to investigate.

That night, many members of the Blue Clan were awakened by the commotion in their ancestral land, and they were filled with fear as if it were the end of the world.

……

In the warm room, the curtains were drawn and sandalwood incense was burning.

Lan Mulian was also startled by the loud tremor. The moment she opened her eyes, she reached out and took out the sword hidden in her storage ring. There were no clansmen near the bedroom where the two sisters lived, so it was quite peaceful.

She quickly changed into a white undergarment that accentuated her shapely figure, pushed open the door, and gazed towards the direction of the Blue Clan's ancestral land.

This aloof beauty held a long sword that gleamed with a cold light in her hand. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, concealing her buttocks, which were covered by a white undergarment.

"Sister...you heard it too?"

Not far away, Lan Feiying was also awakened. She had already changed her clothes and went forward to call out.

"The commotion is quite loud; it looks like something happened at the ancestral land," Lan Mulian said softly.

"Where is Mu Zhian?" she asked again.

Lan Feiying gently shook her head: "I don't know, they might still be meditating and cultivating."

Their bedroom was next to Mu Zhi'an's, and they could hear the sounds of the ancestral land from there, so there was no reason why Mu Zhi'an couldn't hear them.

"Let's go check out the main hall. Wait for me a moment."

After Lan Mulian finished speaking, she turned around and went back to her room. After changing into a noble and elegant moon-white dress, she picked up her sword and left the palace with Lan Feiying, heading towards the main hall of the Lan Clan.

However, as soon as they arrived at the main hall, the two sisters were immediately stopped by the clansmen on guard. Tonight, the people gathered in the main hall were all high-ranking members of the Blue Clan, discussing matters concerning the ancestral land. No clansmen were allowed to enter.

Lan Mulian and Lan Feiying exchanged a glance and did not force their way in. Their gazes passed over the clansmen and landed on the group of elders in the distance.

Besides the elders, we also saw two 'living fossils' of the Lan clan, as well as Lan Wu, the young master of the Lan family, and others.

"Senior Sister, Sister Feiying, what are you doing here?"

Just then, a familiar and gentle voice came from behind.

Lan Mulian turned around and saw Mu Zhian, who had just returned from the ancestral land.

She asked doubtfully, "When did you arrive? I don't recall seeing you on my way here."

"And... Senior Linglong is here too?" Lan Mulian looked at the silver-haired beauty with a puzzled expression.

"I'm feeling a bit down tonight and can't seem to meditate, so I came out for a walk to clear my head," Mu Zhian said with a smile.

He glanced at the scene in the main hall and understood: "It seems that the commotion in the ancestral land tonight has also prevented them from meditating in peace."

Lan Feiying narrowed her eyes and suddenly transmitted her voice, "You should know something, right? About what happened tonight."