Mo Lin's calm yet unquestionable words echoed above the deathly silent ancestral grounds of the Maha Ancient Clan like ice striking the earth.
"Can we have a proper talk now?"
Maha Tian and the two Saint-grade ancestors beside him had gone deathly pale, their bodies trembling violently. Under that terrifying pressure, like a primordial divine mountain crushing down upon them, even breathing was difficult, much less speaking in rebuttal.
They could only struggle to raise their heads and stare at the white-robed figure in the air with eyes filled with fear, unwillingness, and a trace of despair.
Mo Lin had not expected an answer from them. Chaos Light flowed faintly within his Immortal Eyes, as though he were leafing through an invisible scroll of time.
A moment later, the faintly smiling curve on his lips gradually turned into one of subtle mockery.
"Maha Tian." Mo Lin's gaze fell upon the Maha Clan Chief, who was barely holding himself up below. His tone was calm, but every word cut like a blade. "Through the dust of time, I saw many interesting events from the past. For example... your Maha Ancient Clan keeps claiming that the Eternal Undying Body is the clan's treasured artifact, one you have guarded for countless ages?"
He gave a soft laugh and shook his head, the ridicule in his voice growing ever more apparent. "But in my view, you... are merely a group of somewhat luckier... custodians. No, you do not even qualify as custodians. At most, relying on the slight favor left behind by the Immortal Great Emperor, you are servants temporarily watching the storehouse for its true master."
"Rubbish!" Maha Tian's face flushed red. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he became so agitated that he nearly worsened his injuries. He rasped,