Yunyang and Lingxu both changed expression, a flicker of apprehension flashing through their eyes.
Since no one could successfully undergo tribulation in the Spirit Realm, those whom even the three peak Tribulation Crossing Realm experts called Ancestors could only be the group who had failed their tribulations, abandoned their physical bodies, and turned to cultivating as loose immortals.
Yet these Ancestors who had become loose immortals existed like walking corpses. Though stronger than Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators, their temperaments had changed drastically, and their moods were as fickle as the wind and clouds.
Every time they were awakened, an enormous price had to be paid.
"Invite the Ancestors out of seclusion?" Lingxu's voice sank. "Brother Xiyun, aren't you making a mountain out of a molehill?"
"Brother Lingxu, have you ever seen a Tribulation Crossing Realm expert capable of perfectly disguising himself as a Spirit Realm Envoy?"
"His final words before death were clearly a warning that Xuantian Continent still harbors even stronger existences."
Xiyun swept his gaze over the two Holy Lords. "For a hundred thousand years, Xuantian Continent has never seen such a variable. If they can truly break through the restrictions of the laws, there must be something suspicious behind it."
Yunyang pondered for a moment before slowly nodding. "Brother Xiyun is right. The Gate of the Spirit Realm is about to open. If powerful figures have truly risen on Xuantian Continent, we indeed need the Ancestors to stand guard."
Lingxu's brows were tightly furrowed. "But the Ancestors have slumbered for a long time. Waking them rashly, I fear..."
"What do you fear?" Xiyun coldly cut him off. "Must we wait until Xuantian Continent comes knocking at our door again before we regret it when it is too late?"
The atmosphere within the grand hall froze for a