The moment he heard that, the Guardian Elder froze.
Still on his knees, he shook all over like he was being sifted through a screen. Cold sweat rolled off his forehead, mixing with dust and dragging several black streaks down his face.
He was Cedric Vale, a Guardian Elder of the Celestial Basilica for 3 thousand years. His cultivation had only barely touched the threshold of the True Immortal Realm, but in the Celestial Basilica, he had always counted as somebody with status. But right then, he didn't even have the nerve to lift his head and look Jared in the eye.
He swallowed hard before he could stop himself.
The Celestial Basilica really did have such a secret art. It was one of the core inheritances the Celestial Basilica had guarded for tens of thousands of years: the Rite of Returning Souls.
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