Deep within the ancestral lands of the Maha Ancient Clan.
This was an ancient space independent of the Great Thousand World. Black and white suns and moons hung above the sky, while rivers resembling liquid spiritual light flowed across the earth. An eternal, undying desolation permeated the air.
Majestic giant palaces with an ancient, simple style were scattered across the land like stars on a chessboard. At the very center stood the Mohe Ancestral Hall, a colossal structure reaching ten thousand zhang into the sky and seemingly cast from undying divine metal.
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the ancestral hall was as oppressive as a block of solidified lead.
Mohetian's face still retained a trace of pallor and unnatural flush. His aura was also much weaker than when he had left Eternal City. Clearly, he had not only been shaken by Mo Yu's pressure, but had also suffered serious internal injuries from forcibly resisting it.
He stood in the hall, with numerous powerful elders and old men of the Maha Ancient Clan below him. Every one of them was at least an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign, while several had even reached the Saint Grade.
Everyone's expression was terrifyingly gloomy. Anger, humiliation, unwillingness, and... a trace of barely concealed dread were intertwined in their eyes.
"Clan Head, was that Mo Yu truly so powerful? Even you..." A Saint Grade elder with hair that burned like white flames could not help speaking, his voice filled with disbelief.
Mohetian was silent for a moment before slowly closing his eyes. He seemed to be able to feel once more the boundless pressure that had descended like an entire thunder universe crushing down, as well as the deathly chill that had pierced straight into his soul from that Chaos Thunder sphere.
He spoke hoarsely.