"The Eight Sovereigns?"
Gu Shaoshang's heart stirred as well.
The next moment, the two of them moved at once and stepped into the ancestral temple.
There, atop the altar dedicated to the successive sages of the Human Race, the flames of the eight eternal lamps on the second tier, each suffused with purple radiance, surged violently. Once no larger than beans, they were now as large as carriage wheels, their violet light filling the entire ancestral temple!
The Vast Ancestral Temple stood apart from the myriad Dao and spacetime, apart from Vast spacetime itself. Within endless time and space, it served as a beacon guiding the departed sages back.
The altar was divided into three tiers. The first held the Innate Divine Saints of the Human Race who had not yet completely perished, the second held the Eight Human Sovereigns, and the third held Xi's lamp.
At this moment, the flames on the second tier flowed and shifted. The Eight Sovereigns who had once departed had clearly drawn near this realm of time and space.
They were about to return from nothingness!
Yet the purple light had not reached its peak. Clearly, the time for their return had not yet come.
"The Eight Sovereigns, at last..."
Emotion flickered across the High Priest's aged face, and his two white brows trembled.
This old man, who had lived through endless years and served as the pillar of the Vast Human Race, could no longer quite restrain his emotions.
In the ancestral temple courtyard, the bleary-eyed old turtle and the chattering bald-feathered bird also fell silent.
"It still needs more time."
The old man composed himself, casually took out a stick of incense, and placed it in the burner.
Then he sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.
Gu Shaoshang sat down as well.