Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sui Shen Hongtian pressed a hand down and said, "There's no need to panic, everyone. I already have a way to break this deadlock, but... I desperately need your full support!"
"Please, tell us!"
"Speak freely."
"As long as it is for our clan's future, we are willing to shed our heads and spill our blood!"
The crowd spoke with fervor.
"Thank you, everyone!" Sui Shen Hongtian stepped before them and said solemnly, "If we want to lead the Sui Shen Clan onto the right path, it is impossible to count on my father and Ranxing suddenly coming to their senses. We must do something to force them awake."
"What do you mean?" everyone asked, watching Sui Shen Hongtian.
"Tomorrow is the Ancestor Worship Grand Ceremony. By then, most of the Saint Ancestors and Venerables will gather at the Origin Ancestor Altar. Given the current situation, this ancestral rite is bound to be tense. Our Three Daoyu Clans will likely send many people, both to prevent anyone from making trouble and being outnumbered, and to activate all the formations within the Sui Shen Cave to prevent a surprise attack," Sui Shen Hongtian said.
In Myriadpath Valley, dead silent yet roiling with undercurrents, tomorrow's ancestral ceremony could very well become a moment when the situation changed!
The Origin Ancestor was the very root of Myriadpath Valley.
Though most had never seen the Origin Ancestor and knew even less that the Myriadpath Spring came from the Origin Ancestor's body, the Three Daoyu Clans naturally held the Origin Ancestor in the highest reverence.
It was a solemn grand event!
It came only once every hundred years.
And it had happened to arrive amid such chaos.
"The Qitian Clan will absolutely not miss a day like this, when they can