The powerful figures from various sects saw the war chariots of Pear Blossom Palace and came over to pay their respects, showing great reverence.

The Grand Elder of Pear Blossom Palace personally led the team, an old witch over twenty thousand years old, with formidable strength, second only to the Holy Lord.

"Those ancient characters have appeared again!"

Suddenly, someone pointed in a direction and exclaimed loudly.

In the void to the left of the barren star, a dozen or so ancient characters appeared, some of them incomplete and rather blurry.

"That is..."

Chen Qingyuan stared intently, his pupils contracting.

After watching for a long time, his eyes began to sting, and he had to look away.

Gently closing his eyes, the image of the ancient characters lingered in Chen Qingyuan's mind. He pondered for a moment but couldn't decipher their meaning.@@novelbin@@

Even those in the Mahayana stage couldn't gaze at the ancient characters for long without risking injury.

Half an hour later, the ancient characters disappeared.

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