He lifted his eyelids and saw the old lady staring at him, silently shaking her head.

Chen Yan understood and stopped speaking.

"Remember, the position of Saint Venerable only numbers forty-two, as decreed by the Heavenly Dao. It absolutely cannot be increased."

After saying this, the old lady waved at Chen Yan, and her figure gradually became ethereal right where she stood.

Chen Yan was shocked: "You, you’re leaving already?"

"Yes, being able to see my darling grandson once more is already extraordinarily rare. And to have you enjoy a meal I cooked, that’s been my happiest moment lately."

Chen Yan’s eyes reddened somewhat: "Old lady, will I see you again in the future? If I come back to the Domain Realm, to the Southern Border, will I find you again?"

The old lady smiled, waved at Chen Yan, but said no more, as her figure grew increasingly transparent, eventually disappearing from where she stood.

·

After the old lady left, Chen Yan remained standing there in a daze for a while before finally snapping out of it.

The old lady left many words behind, yet she did not clarify them, only advising him to return home to slowly contemplate and savor them.

Upon returning...

Chen Yan realized that the old lady meant to return to his own world!

In the Domain Realm, such thoughts should be abandoned. Overthinking could possibly lead to sensing by the Heavenly Dao of the Domain Realm, and by then... 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Hmm...

(It seems the old lady is quite wary of the Domain Realm’s Heavenly Dao!)

She does not appear to be one who serves the Heavenly Dao or entrusts herself to it.

Instead, it seems more like everything is done with caution and vigilance!

Thinking of this, Chen Yan dared not ponder further.

The old lady is a Saint and has some abilities to shield against the Heavenly Dao, yet even so, she was struck by heavenly thunder and bled.

As a mere Third Realm adept, Chen Yan lacks the skill to shield against the Heavenly Dao and cannot resist heavenly thunder. It’s best not to think too much.

He sat in the hall for a while, then suddenly, the side door opened, and the mad old man walked out.

Chen Yan glanced at him, and was momentarily stunned.

This mad old man, previously clad in tattered rags, now appeared completely renewed.

Somehow, he acquired a set of clean, tidy, tight-fitting Ghost Race attire, and even his previously messy hair had been tidied.

Standing before Chen Yan now, this originally disheveled, mad old man displayed an aura of authority.

"Let’s go, boy."

"Hmm?" Chen Yan was surprised: "Where to?"

"Naturally, it’s time to leave." The old man shook his head, turned, and looked around the hall, with a hint of nostalgic reminiscence in his eyes, before smiling lightly: "Indeed, now that you’ve come, I am free to leave."

"..." Chen Yan found it incomprehensible, but refrained from asking further and simply looked at the old man with curiosity.

The old man said nothing more, slowly walking toward the main door — the door from this library leading to the outside world.

Arriving at the door, it gradually opened by itself, and when the light from outside streamed through the door frame, the old man stood within that beam of light.

He turned to beckon Chen Yan, who did not hesitate and quickly walked over.

The old man chuckled heartily, stepped out through the door, and Chen Yan followed close behind him.

Exiting the door, outside the library, on the grounds of the Inner City, countless people were already kneeling!

At the forefront, unmistakably stood the East Sea!!

The East Sea was the only person standing — of course, with his child-like stature, even standing, he was about the same height as those kneeling.

Behind the East Sea was Zhan Xi, head Samurai of the Black Wood Tribe, and over ten more people beside Zhan Xi, all dressed in Ghost Race attire, yet from the quality of their garments, it was evident they were nobles.

Further back were hundreds more, some in warrior attire, others in ceremonial garb — although all were Ghost Race clothing, differences could be discerned from the intricate details of fabric patterns and styling.

Clearly, these people were not just from the Black Wood Tribe but represented various tribes of the Ghost Race!

Looking across, those kneeling before him numbered in the hundreds.

The old man stood at the doors, squinting his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd, then took a deep breath in sigh.

When the old man’s gaze swept over them, hundreds of Ghost Race People bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Only the East Sea remained standing, calmly watching the old man before the door.

Taking a deep breath, the East Sea slowly and clearly declared.

"Hear the old ancestor’s decree, Ghost Race Eighteen Tribes!"

The East Sea’s shout sent a shudder through the bodies of all the Ghost Race People, and the heads already bowed became even lower.

"Original Black Wood Tribe clan elder Guen, after three hundred years of reflection and repentance, is now released, appointed Black Wood Tribe Cave Master, chief of the Clan Elders Council, and acting Grand Priest!

The Ghost Race Eighteen Tribes will now jointly respect the Black Wood Tribe, appoint Guen as the Ghost Race Chief, holding the position of Common Lord over the Ghost Race Eighteen Tribes!

Former chief Luo Xiuqing, ordered to reflect on Ghost Cloud Cliff for three hundred years, shall not leave without decree!"

Oh wow!

Chen Yan looked at the mad old man’s back shadow, inhaling sharply.

The Black Wood Tribe clan elder, Guen?

The mad old man’s identity was indeed extraordinary.

Yet...

Just yesterday everyone was eating lamb hot pot and drinking beer together.

And now, you are the Ghost Race Chief?

The East Sea’s voice rang loud and clear, and upon finishing, he smiled as he looked at Guen.

Guen’s expression at the moment was solemn, with no hint of madness left, and he slowly sighed: "Does the old ancestor have any other decrees?"

"No, she said next, the Ghost Race will follow your orders."