At the center of the Fourth Ring.
On the Central Platform leading to the Third Ring, Chaos Energy poured down from above day and night like an unceasing waterfall.
Two figures, a man and a woman, arrived together.
Their gazes fell upon the Central Platform. The two exchanged a glance, then spoke in unison.
"Martial Ancestor Turbulent World, please reveal yourself!"
One hard, one soft—under the combined force of two different kinds of Gang Qi, the sound waves forcibly surged into the energy waterfall.
The next moment.
A short figure emerged slowly from within the waterfall, so ancient that his face resembled weathered wood decayed for a thousand years.
The surrounding Chaos Energy constantly washed over his body, yet it could not shake his footsteps in the slightest.
Such a sight was nothing short of earth-shattering within the Nine Rings of Annihilation.
Even the three Martial Dao Human Immortals of the Upper Three Rings likely could not accomplish such a thing.
Yet this old man walked as if on level ground.
For he was the number one Martial Dao Grandmaster of the Fourth Ring—Martial Ancestor Turbulent World!
Before him, whether it was the bear-like Savage Martial Ancestor or the astonishingly alluring Thousand Illusions Martial Ancestor, both revealed looks of admiration and instinctively bent at the waist to greet the short Martial Ancestor Turbulent World.
Faced with their friendly gesture, Martial Ancestor Turbulent World's tone was far from pleasant.
His voice, as though his throat were covered in rust, produced a grating sound.
"Why have you disturbed this Ancestor? You should know that this Ancestor has little lifespan remaining. Every moment may be this Ancestor's final opportunity. You had best give me a suitable reason, otherwise..."
As he spoke, his muddy eyes swept over the two of them.
Though they held