Above the light bridge projected by the Holy Spirit Plate, a gentle jade brilliance flowed, the figure condensed from pure Martial Path laws was pristine, unmistakably the previous generation Martial Ancestor who had long fallen!
However, Fu Pinglan's gaze, after a brief intense fluctuation upon first sight, quickly calmed down, like a dead lake after a stone is thrown in—a deeper silence after the ripples. He instantly saw through the essence of the Yan Feng before him.
This was not the returning Martial Ancestor, but merely a time-space imprint reliant on the Holy Spirit Plate's power, sealed by Yan Feng himself long ago.
This projection, carrying some of Yan Feng's intentions, did not possess even a trace of Ancestral Realm's great might. Its combat power level couldn't even match an ordinary Martial Emperor.
Yan Feng did not look at Fu Pinglan first; he turned his gaze toward Song Lingxue and Chu Zheng below.
