The atmosphere inside the Futur Main Hall had solidified like iron.
Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes containing an endless Chaos Thunder Sea sweeping indifferently over the six battered figures.
His gaze was as calm as water, yet every Saint Grade strong person felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.
"Hand over the Endless Light Body." His voice remained indifferent.
"Or My King will tear down this hall and take it himself."
None of the six Saint Grade strong persons dared to answer.
But the silence lasted only three breaths.
After three breaths, Futur Xuan slowly raised his head.
His aged face, pale as paper, now carried an indescribable resolve.
"Mo Yu..." His voice was hoarse and low. "You're indeed very strong—so strong that you've surpassed our expectations."
He drew a deep breath and slowly rose to his feet. Though his body still swayed precariously, a strand of madness had ignited in those clouded old eyes.
"But do you really think my Futur Ancient Clan's ten-thousand-year inheritance possesses only this much foundation?!"
"Please... Ancestor Tower!"
As his voice fell, Futur Xuan suddenly raised his hand and slammed his palm against his chest!
Pfft!
A mouthful of Essence Blood sprayed out, but instead of falling to the ground, it hovered in midair and transformed into an ancient, intricate blood-red rune!
The instant the rune took shape, the space behind Futur Xuan abruptly tore apart! A vast, ancient, boundless, and terrifying aura slowly spread from the rift!
That was... the Futur Ancestor Tower!
The true Clan-Suppressing Sacred Object of the Futur Ancient Clan, a legendary Peerless Sacred Object refined by the first Futur Old Ancestor with his own origin over ten thousand years!
Its grade had long