This Coming-of-Age Ceremony ended with a whimper. With Xun Er's God Grade Bloodline as the dazzling precedent, the sixth-, seventh-, and even eighth-grade bloodlines of the others were difficult to take seriously.
Once the Coming-of-Age Ceremony ended and the guests invited from the Central Plains had witnessed this grand event, they would also be leaving. All of them sighed with emotion, feeling that their horizons had been broadened. But for some, this grand event had only just begun.
At Ancient Saint Mountain Peak, within an ancient and majestic palace, the interior was exceedingly spacious, yet only a dozen or so people sat inside. Still, the auras they occasionally released were each terrifying beyond measure.
"Next, it is time to open the Heavenly Tomb. According to the rules, each clan has four slots, though our clan has arranged eight people this time."
"The Xiao Clan's slots..."
"The Xiao Clan has sent people!"
One figure after another spoke up, their opinions differing. They had barely exchanged a few words before they began arguing.
"Hmph. The Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan... they are both far too weak. They do not deserve these slots at all."
It was the beautiful middle-aged Venerable who had presided over the Coming-of-Age Ceremony earlier. She snorted coldly and said arrogantly, "With the Xiao Clan's current strength, they no longer deserve the title of an ancient clan. The Heavenly Tomb is even less something they can lay their hands on."
"If they know what is good for them, they should obediently offer these four slots to our clan!"
The beautiful woman's words were sharp and decisive. The hall fell silent for a moment, and quite a few people agreed with her. The Gu Clan stood high above all others—what even was the Xiao Clan now?
Bang!
The closed doors were