"Junior brothers and sisters, let's set off!"
Situ Ding stood up.
His face showed an unprecedented solemnity.
After so many years of cultivation, his mindset had become very stable, but when it came to matters related to the Ancestral Ancient, Situ Ding couldn't help but feel fear, causing disturbances in his Dao Heart.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A group of people swept across the void and entered the Dark Dimension.
But at the next moment!
Situ Ding returned and settled in the deepest part of the treasure vault beneath the Number One Divine Sect, looking towards a certain place.
"The aura of the Space Holy Roc!"
Situ Ding reached out to grab it.
A faint silver aura fell into the palm of his hand.
It was a wisp of the Power of Space, carrying the residual strength of the Space Holy Roc Clan.
"Space Holy Roc?"
"Could it be that Ye Feng has gone to the Space Saint Island?"
The others showed interest.
