The middle-aged man's voice was deep, low, and powerful.
The ever-changing shadow with indistinct features spoke, "Right before us, only that every ten thousand years, that Sword Tomb will appear for just a fleeting moment."
"I've verified this multiple times; it's indeed true. Unfortunately, there's a powerful protective array outside that Sword Tomb which I alone cannot break, which is why I called upon you."
The tone and timbre of these two sentences, like the shadow itself, were also changeable: the first word a youthful male voice, the next a cold and sharp female voice, and the following one a hoarse old woman's voice. However, despite the changes in tone and timbre, it all blended harmoniously without seeming abrupt.
On the other side, a pair of long purple eyes stared at the space before them, emitting invisible waves from their gaze.
"Strange, even I can't detect anything. There's nothing in this space."
