An ancient ancestral hall is located at the back of the village. Although it looks a bit dilapidated and out of tune with the village, it also makes it more solemn and dignified.

"Master, please come in." Mu Chenglin said respectfully when he arrived at the door.

"Let her in." A low and hoarse voice came from inside.

Mu Chenglin gently pushed open the door, then bowed and stepped aside.

With the idea of ​​making the best of it, Mu Hanyan stepped into the door, and the door behind her creaked shut.

The scene before her eyes grew dim, and after a moment, Mu Hanyan adjusted to the dim light. This ancestral hall was similar to those on the Holy Court Continent. In the deepest part, there were rows of memorial tablets. An oil lamp at the front emitted an orange glow. A cool breeze blew in from somewhere, causing the flames to sway here and there, as if they could go out at any moment.

An old man sat beside the oil lamp, its light illuminating his wrinkled face, making him look even older than Mu Chenglin. Mu Hanyan could sense that his vitality was extremely weak, and the phrase "fading in years" was the perfect description for him.

"After all these years, I've finally found you," the old man said with a deep, hoarse voice, smiling. Under the dim candlelight, the smile on his wrinkled face felt eerie for no apparent reason. And his words were even stranger.

What does it mean to finally wait for you after waiting for so many years? Mu Hanyan was confused.

The old man straightened up and suddenly made a series of hand gestures.

Mu Hanyan immediately became alert. She had heard from others before that this old worshipper was also a priest of the temple. Could it be that he had seen through her background and wanted to harm her?

Mu Hanyan's hand instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword, but soon she let go of the hilt, a look of surprise on her face.

The hand gestures of this old priest were surprisingly similar to those of the Holy Court Continent, except for the completely different aura they exuded. How could a temple priest know the hand gestures of the Holy Court Continent? Furthermore, what were his intentions? Was he friend or foe?

Mu Hanyan would not act rashly until she understood the situation clearly.

Soon, the old priest finished the hand gestures, and his ears suddenly became quiet. Previously, he could hear the envious voices of the villagers outside, but now he could hear nothing.

Mu Hanyan then realized that the old priest was using the sound insulation technique.

"What exactly does he want to say to me that he wants to avoid other people's eyes and ears?" Mu Hanyan was even more confused. As she was secretly guessing, something even more surprising happened.

"I am Ye Yian, the deacon of Shengdan Peak, and I am here to pay my respects to the Saint!" The old priest suddenly knelt on the ground and said to Mu Hanyan solemnly.

"You are from the Holy Court!" Mu Hanyan felt as if a thunderclap had fallen on her head. She was so shocked that she even forgot to help him up.

"Yes, I came to the Continent of God a thousand years ago and waited for thousands of years. Finally, I met the Saint." When he said this, the old priest was so excited and relieved that his eyes were filled with tears.

"Thousands of years?" Mu Hanyan was secretly shocked. She had guessed that he was quite old, but she didn't expect him to be so old.

"Yes, the great war between the Holy Court and the Temple thousands of years ago ended with the defeat of our Holy Court. But for some reason, the Lord God did not pursue the victory, but instead led his men back to the Temple. I was seriously injured and unconscious at that time, and by accident, I was also sucked into the Void Gate and drifted to the Continent of Gods." Ye Yian replied.

"Then how did you get through all these years, and how did you become a temple priest?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.

With her strength, it is impossible for her to return to the Holy Court Continent for the time being. The most important thing is how to gain a foothold in the Continent of God and avoid being discovered by the Temple and being killed.

"I was also lucky. When I arrived at the Continent of Gods, I fell into the mountains and was rescued by the ancestor of the Mu family who was in the mountains collecting herbs. Because I was seriously injured at the time and had no cultivation at all, I didn't arouse his suspicion.

As far as I know, the Temple is much more vigilant against the people from the Holy Court who sneak in from the Holy Court Continent. If only one or two out of ten Temple priests can survive when they arrive at the Holy Court Continent, then I am afraid that not even one or two out of a hundred Holy Court masters will survive when they come to the Temple.

After I knew this, I dared not act rashly, so I settled down in Mujia Village, intending to practice and recover my skills while looking for companions from the Holy Court. In a blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed, and I didn't find any companions from the Holy Court. However, I accidentally learned the priest's magic and became a priest of the temple.

Because of me, Mujia Village was granted a fiefdom by the temple, and has enjoyed a thousand years of prosperity and peace. "I've lived a life of mediocrity, and my greatest achievement is probably repaying the old patriarch for saving my life." At the end, Ye Yian laughed wryly at himself.

Mu Hanyan gasped. It turned out that the Temple's defenses against the Holy Court were so strict. Fortunately, she met Ye Yian as soon as she arrived at the Continent of Gods. Otherwise, wandering around would have been a dead end. After all, she still had the cultivation of a fifth-rank swordsman. If she encountered a high-level Temple priest, she would easily be able to see through her.

"I asked Lord Saint to come here just to tell you this, so that Lord Saint won't accidentally fall into the hands of the temple." Ye Yian continued.

"How do you know I'm a saint?" Mu Hanyan asked doubtfully. She was already baffled by the fact that someone had mistaken her for a priest before, and now that she was directly mistaken for a saint, she was even more baffled.

"Except for the saints, who else can perform the priest's magic upon arriving at the Continent of Gods!" Ye Yian said affirmatively. Seeing that Mu Hanyan was still a little confused, he continued to explain, "The laws of the Continent of Gods and the Holy Court Continent are different. Even the strongest masters of the Holy Court will be greatly suppressed when they arrive here. More importantly, if you don't practice the secret arts of the Temple, even if you can perform some sword skills, you will definitely not be able to raise the power of heaven and earth on the Continent of Concentrated Mind.

You should have just arrived at the Continent of Gods. Although you are suppressed by the laws, you still have the cultivation level equivalent to that of a fifth-level swordsman. This is enough to prove that you have cultivated a lot in the Holy Court Continent. Even if you are not a Sword Saint, you are not far away. Moreover, you can directly condense the power of heaven and earth in the Continent of Gods and exert the energy of ice. Except for the Xuanhuang Stone, a chaotic treasure that was formed when the world was first created, it would be difficult to do so.

At such a young age, he has such a high level of cultivation, and he also possesses the Xuanhuang Stone. I can't think of any other possibility except being a saint." Ye Yian laughed.

Mu Hanyan then realized that all this was because of the Xuanhuang Stone. She also understood why the villagers mistook her for a priestess; of course, it was also because of the icy aura.