As the image gradually zoomed in, just when the person’s features were about to come into view, the halo above suddenly rippled, scattering like water waves.

*Cough!* Jun Yueze’s face turned pale, but his lips became crimson, as if blood might spill out.

“Young master! Are you alright?” Ji Wei held onto Jun Yueze with concern, thinking of giving him spiritual power but unsure.

He knew that Jun Yueze’s body could not withstand the spiritual power of martial artists or cultivators.

Tao Tie blinked his eyes and said, “What happened?”

Jun Yueze took a pill and swallowed it, his complexion returning to its usual state. “I can’t pinpoint her exact whereabouts through divination, but I know she’s in the southwest region of Qingyang Realm.”

“Young master, this has never happened before in your divination.” Ji Weicheng asked worriedly, “What’s going on?”

Jun Yueze’s expression remained calm, but his eyes showed a hint of contemplation. “There are only two scenarios where my divination fails. One is when the person has a profound connection to me, making it impossible to divine anything about myself. The other is when the person’s command over the world’s fate is far greater and deeper than mine.”

“She is truly the fated one!”

In the northern part of the Thousand Beast Forest within the Dark Cloud Realm, Xi Yue, along with Anling Yao and others, landed in a secluded valley on the grass.

As soon as Anling Yao landed, he whistled.

Soon, several figures hurried over from the depths of the valley.

“Yao, didn’t I ask you to escort Yan to the Moon Embracing Palace? Why are you here? Why have you returned as well, Yan?”

Anling Yan dropped to her knees and said sobbingly, “Grandpa, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me that we can’t return home.”

Xi Yue’s gaze fell on the newcomer—an elderly man with graying hair.

Although his cultivation level was at the Soul Splitting Stage, he looked incredibly old, with deep pain and exhaustion etched in his eyes.

Since Anling Yan calls him grandfather, he must be Anling Yue’s father, which means he’s Anling Yang, the maternal grandfather of this body.

Xi Yue’s gaze was complicated, and she felt a heavy weight pressing on her heart.

These people might be the only relatives she and Xiao Chi have left in this world, but they were not faring well now.

Anling Yang helped Anling Yan up with red eyes and learned the full story from Anling Yao.

Upon hearing that Anling Shuang and her husband were killed by members of the Golden Crow Tribe, Anling Yang could no longer hold back his tears, weeping uncontrollably.

“How could this happen?” Anling Yuan, who had come with Anling Yang, cried out in anguish to the sky. “What did the Anling Family do wrong? Why does fate treat us this way?”

Anling Yuan was Anling Yao’s father and Anling Shuang’s older brother.

From a young age, he had always been very fond of his little sister, who was obedient, considerate, and dutiful to the family. He never expected her to meet such a tragic end.

How could he not feel hatred and resentment?

Supporting his father, Anling Yao cried. “Dad, Grandpa, please don’t be sad. At least Junjun and Anan are still alive. Aunt and Uncle have left descendants. There’s still hope for the Anling Family.”

Anling Yang staggered over to the two unconscious children and gently stroked his grandson’s and granddaughter’s heads, tears streaming down his face.

He used his spiritual power to examine the children’s bodies, his voice hoarse. “Yao, Yan, it’s good you arrived on time. Otherwise, Junjun and Anan might have faced a terrible fate as well. They suffered severe injuries, and it’s a miracle they’re gradually recovering.”

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