Clang!
When the second day arrived, the ancient tolling of a bell echoed through every corner of the city.
After a brief silence, countless figures shot into the sky in the next instant, descending upon the center of Great Desolate City like a plague of locusts blotting out the sky and earth.
At the center of the city stood a bare mountain peak.
The mountain was unremarkable. At its summit stood an ancient, mottled black tower.
The black tower looked utterly ordinary, but all the strong persons who approached within ten thousand zhang of the area faintly sensed a pressure that seemed to pierce through space and time.
This black tower was called the Great Desolate Tower. It was said to have been personally built by the Desolate Ancient Ancestor back then.
"Is this the Great Desolate Tower?"
The figures of Mo Yu, Venerable Mount Tai, and Purple Fire appeared atop a tower surrounding the mountain. Mo Yu gazed at the ancient black tower, his expression somewhat solemn.
Did the Desolate Ancestor Body truly exist inside this black tower?
"Prison Master, I made some inquiries yesterday. I heard that among the Desolate Ancient Clan members participating in the Desolate Ancient Assembly this time, there are a total of one hundred and eight competitors for the Desolate Ancestor Body. Thirty-six are Immortal Grade, while seventy-two are Spiritual Grade." Venerable Mount Tai stood behind Mo Yu and spoke respectfully.
"One hundred and eight..." Hearing this, Mo Yu's heart trembled.
In any corner of the Great Thousand World, Heavenly Sovereigns were existences who could make the entire world tremble with a single stomp. Yet within the Desolate Ancient Clan, more than a hundred Clan Members were participating in the competition for the Desolate Ancestor Body. The strength of a Primordial Ancient Race could