The Anomaly of the Ancient Corridor

"It truly is the power of the passageway!"

"Does this mean the Ancient Return Corridor has been reopened?"

"How is this possible?!"

"This is utterly terrifying! Ever since the ancient war a hundred thousand years ago, half of the Ancient Return Corridor was destroyed, and the Daylight Path was already its limit—how could it possibly be reopened?"

Exclamations of shock and disbelief rang out as the gathered saints paled in astonishment.

Having cultivated for countless millennia, they were privy to many hidden truths.

The Star of Yun encompassed countless immortal domains and otherworldly realms, vast and boundless as it seemed. Yet, in the grand scheme of the universe, it was but a drop in the ocean.

The cosmos was strewn with starfields, adrift like duckweed upon a river. The Star of Yun was merely one among countless such celestial bodies, numbering in the millions.

Between these celestial bodies, connections were typically forged through pathways across the void—the very passages known to the world as the Ancient Return Corridor.

Alas, the Ancient Return Corridor of the Star of Yun had long been ravaged by war. Since its destruction a hundred thousand years ago, the star had lost its link to the outer cosmos, becoming an isolated world, fading into obscurity amidst the vast sea of the universe.

Now, sensing the terrifying power of the passageway, the saints were struck with grave solemnity.

All else was forgotten in an instant!

The ancient saint Luo Hongfei swept his sleeves, and the eight saints hastily stepped into the rippling void.

When they reappeared, they stood before the entrance of the Ancient Return Corridor.

Yet, the sight before them now completely overturned their understanding of the corridor, leaving the eight saints aghast with horror.

The entrance to the Ancient Return Corridor had once been a dimly lit expanse, where the sea of stars dared not approach, held at bay by the surging Power of the Great Dao, swirling like currents of air.

Now, however, the entrance was steadily brightening, nearing the brilliance of daylight, resembling nothing less than the deepest reaches of the Daylight Path!

Witnessing this spectacle, the saints were utterly stunned.

Yet, in their younger years, their cultivation had been too shallow to set foot within the Ancient Return Corridor. Lacking firsthand experience, they could scarcely comprehend the meaning of this phenomenon.

Exchanging bewildered glances, they turned to Luo Hongfei for answers.

"Brother Luo, why is this happening?"

"Brother Luo, I have never seen anything like this..."

"Could it be... the Ancient Return Corridor is truly being reopened?"

No matter how urgently they pressed him, Luo Hongfei’s gaze remained fixed on the entrance, his aged eyes locked in place, his expression taut with tension.

His voice, low and trembling, betrayed a rare tremor of awe.

"Indeed... indeed..."

"What you do not know is that this is how the Ancient Return Corridor was meant to be—overflowing with the Power of the Great Dao, radiant as daylight, resplendent as the starry sea. This is its true form."

"After the great war, the corridor was left half-destroyed, with only a fragment remaining. The Power of the Great Dao and the starry sea were blocked, pooling at its very end—thus forming what we now call the Daylight Path."

"But now... the corridor is ablaze once more with the light of the starry sea. Someone must have reopened it!"

The shocking truth left the saints reeling.

Before anyone could speak, the Ancient Return Corridor continued to brighten, its dazzling radiance streaming from the distant starry sea like a living force.

It spread like the tide, rising like the dawn.

The resplendent glow illuminated the void and the sea of stars, a breathtaking sight that would be etched into their memories forever. Even the eight saints stood in silent awe.

"This... this is the true Ancient Return Corridor!"

Beholding the magnificent pathway of starlight, they felt as though they were witnessing the glory of ancient times. Reverence filled their hearts, yet so too did wariness. Their eyes remained fixed on the entrance, none daring to take a single step forward.

Then, as the corridor blazed fully alight, shimmering like a silver dragon of stars—

A terrifying spatial force erupted without warning, sweeping through the cosmos like a gale. Even Luo Hongfei and the other seven saints could barely keep their footing under its mere residual pressure!

The Power of the Great Dao here was so pure, so overwhelming, that their own understanding of it paled in comparison—like the feeble fluttering of a mosquito’s wings.

The difference was as vast as heaven and earth!

Wei Donghai’s beard whipped wildly in the unseen tempest, his face tense with alarm.

"Is... is this the legendary spatial force...?"

Luo Hongfei stood firm before them, shielding his juniors as best he could, his expression grave.

"The Ancient Return Corridor has indeed been reopened!"

Those words alone sent a jolt of tension through the already anxious saints.

A hundred thousand years.

For a hundred thousand years, the legendary Ancient Return Corridor had been reduced to a mere secret realm. No one had ever reached its true exit, nor glimpsed its full majesty.

Now, it had been inexplicably reopened by an outside force.

The sheer terror of this passageway’s power spoke volumes of the being behind it—far beyond any known master of the Star of Yun.

If this truly was a visitor from another star... how would the Star of Yun, isolated for a hundred thousand years, respond?

Friend or foe?

Before the arrival of this unknown entity, the eight saints already felt the weight of a mountain upon them. None spoke, yet all stared unblinking at the exit, bracing against the spatial turbulence.

The pressure here dwarfed even the most desolate wastelands by a hundredfold.

If the newcomer bore no ill will, this might yet be a blessing. With the Ancient Return Corridor reopened, the Star of Yun could finally reconnect with the outside world.

After a hundred thousand years of isolation... it was time to let in the winds of change.

This opportunity, though inevitably accompanied by the bitter pain of backwardness, could also be a chance for Yunxing to revive its former glory—perhaps even catch up to other planets in time.

But what if these visitors were not benevolent...

The thought had barely surfaced in their minds when the eight Saints already steeled themselves for battle.

Wei Donghai and Zui Wuya exchanged silent glances, gripping their Saint Rings tightly, ready to defend Yunxing at any moment—no trace of their usual carefree demeanor remained.

After several tense breaths, the chaotic currents of Dao power gradually subsided, yet the hearts of the eight Saints remained taut.

Their divine senses perceived it all too clearly.

Three terrifying auras flickered through the Ancient Return Corridor, approaching rapidly!

Even they, in the past when the corridor was incomplete, had to tread carefully, unable to tear through the void—forced to advance step by step or at best, dash forward.

Yet these three auras effortlessly flashed through the void, traversing the complete Ancient Return Corridor as if strolling across familiar land, utterly unburdened.

How horrifying was this!

As the three auras drew nearer, the eight Saints felt beads of sweat forming in their palms, their expressions grave.

In less than a few dozen breaths, the three auras had already reached the entrance, crossing the Ancient Return Corridor in its entirety!

Even before seeing the visitors, the eight Saints were already trembling with dread.

A heavy silence fell.

Jaws clenched in quiet tension...

Luo Hongfei, the Ancient Saint, gripped his lifebound Saint Sword—his weathered face darker than ever, more solemn than in any past battle.

Whoosh!

A surge of Dao power swept forth, rippling the starry sky like turbulent waves.

The eight Saints swayed unsteadily, as if adrift in a vast sea.

Three figures stepped steadily out from the corridor’s entrance, their appearances utterly unfamiliar. Bathed in the light of the cosmos, they seemed to tread upon a river of stars, exuding an aloof, sacred aura that forbade any disrespect.

So, they were indeed visitors from beyond the stars.

The eight Saints’ hearts sank as they fixed their gazes, cautiously extending their divine senses—not daring to probe too boldly.

The woman at the forefront had cascading black hair, her exquisite features faintly discernible.

Behind her, two men followed at a precise distance.

Though they appeared ordinary, the eight Saints were struck with awe, cold sweat trickling down their temples!

Having been Saints for ages, they stood at the pinnacle of Yunxing’s power.

Yet these three before them far surpassed them in cultivation.

This was truly terrifying.

Even more bizarre was the sheer magnitude of the gap—no matter how they probed, they couldn’t detect even a trace of their auras!

Especially the woman leading them. She was particularly fearsome.

Her youthful beauty seemed at odds with her unfathomable presence. Even Luo Hongfei couldn’t clearly see her face, as if an enigmatic Power of the Great Dao veiled her, rendering her true visage invisible to those of lesser cultivation.

Having cultivated for millions of years, Luo Hongfei was revered as Yunxing’s Ancient Saint—yet now, he felt like a frog at the bottom of a well, his eyes filled with wary apprehension.

The eight Saints stood frozen in the void, not daring to move.

They knew all too well—in the presence of such beings, even the slightest hint of hostility could invite calamity.

Just as they stood in tense silence, the leading woman cast her gaze downward and spoke with indifference.

"So, you are the people of Yunxing?"

Her tone was casual, as if addressing ordinary elders rather than Saints.

Yet the moment her clear eyes settled upon them, the eight Saints felt instantly immobilized, their minds weighed down by immense pressure—as if she alone commanded the very fabric of the void around them.

This overwhelming helplessness made their throats tighten.

Only Luo Hongfei managed to bow and respond.

"We are indeed from Yunxing. May we ask where you hail from, and what brings you here?"

His words were neither submissive nor arrogant, his bow a gesture of respect for their superior cultivation.

A man of profound experience, Luo Hongfei was the epitome of composure—even now, facing unknown power, he remained flawless.

The woman seemed indifferent to such formalities. With a light step—

A step so gentle the eight Saints couldn’t even perceive its motion—

In an instant, the three stood right before them.