The three of them pressed onward and soon reached the depths of the mountain range. Compared to the bustling central region, the depths were clearly far more desolate and rarely visited.
Even so, by the time Xiao Heng and the other two arrived, quite a few others had already gathered there.
They included people from the Yan Clan, Lei Clan, Shi Clan, Yao Clan, and Soul Clan.
Xiao Heng looked toward the Soul Clan and gave Hun Chen a slight nod. Hun Chen nodded back, then revealed a cruel, bloodthirsty smile, making Xiao Heng sigh helplessly.
Xun Er introduced the various clans to the two of them one by one. Perhaps due to their bloodlines, each of the Eight Ancient Clans possessed some unique aura or mark.
For instance, the Shi Clan members were all brawny men, their wheat-colored skin looking exceptionally tough. The Huo Clan bore flame-like runes on their foreheads, the Lei Clan had Thunder runes, and the Yao Clan had gourd-shaped runes on theirs.
As for the Soul Clan, they had no obvious runes, but each of them exuded a rather cold and sinister aura. Of course, coldness did not necessarily equate to evil, but considering what the Soul Clan had done over the years, calling them evil would not be inaccurate.
By the time Xun Er had finished introducing all the other clans, the time had finally come.
"The entrance to the Heaven Tomb is about to open."
As Xun Er's words fell, dense Power of Space began to surge above the primeval forest ahead. Then, a massive spatial rift was torn open.
The spatial rift stretched for a thousand zhang. Once it had completely stabilized, silver light rapidly spread out from within it. More than ten breaths later, a massive Space Gate eight zhang tall