Under Huang Qiu's lead, Xiao Ze also arrived in the depths of the Ancient Desolate Realm.
Here, Xiao Ze finally met the many elders of the Ancient Desolation Clan.
"We pay our respects to Sir Xiao Ze."
The many elders of the Ancient Desolation Clan respectfully bowed to Xiao Ze.
Even though they were elders of one of the Five Great Divine Clans, Heavenly Supremes of the Five Great Divine Clans,
they still had to maintain reverence before a Saint Grade Heavenly Supreme.
Xiao Ze smiled and returned the gesture with cupped hands.
"Please forgive me for this unannounced visit."
After a round of pleasantries, the group headed deeper into the Ancient Desolate Realm.
The farther in they went, the more Xiao Ze could sense that primitive, desolate aura.
Faintly, Xiao Ze could also hear the sound of ancient, vast war drums.
Yet as they advanced, the drumming grew increasingly distinct.
The many Heavenly Supremes all wore solemn expressions.
Seeing that they had no intention of explaining, Xiao Ze did not ask further and merely followed them deeper in silence.
The surrounding scenery also became barren. No grass or trees could be seen, only yellow sand covering the ground.
This was the Ancient Desolate Realm, the core territory of the Ancient Desolation Clan. How had it become so desolate?
Such a sight could be changed with a single thought by any Heavenly Supreme.
Yet the many Heavenly Supremes of the Ancient Desolation Clan had not done so. It was certainly not that they could not, but that doing so would be futile.
Xiao Ze fell into thought. There seemed to be something mysterious about that vast drumbeat.
However, this was an internal matter of the Ancient Desolation Clan, so Xiao Ze did not dwell on it.
Soon, after venturing deeper