Deep within the Divine Hall, the dark brown crystal had long disappeared. Upon the dust-covered divine throne, a figure clad entirely in jagged armor sat upright like an immovable ancient boulder. In his palm rested a massive black sword, its tip protruding forward as he gazed downward at the steps before the throne.
When Ying Xiaoxiao arrived with her grandmother, there were already many elders of the clan present besides them.
These reclusive clan elders, some usually in deep slumber and others concealing themselves in shadows, had all gathered here now.
Kneeling before the divine throne, their expressions were devout and fervent as they awaited the instructions from the Ancestor of their clan.
With just a single order, they would set forth immediately to wage war across All Heavens.
The day of vengeance had been awaited for far too long.
