Boom!
The ground split open, and a row of jade chairs rose from the earth, suffused with swirling spiritual light.
"Sit."
The cultivators of the two clans felt their hearts tighten. None dared hesitate, and they all took their seats. Before a Saint like this, they had to be careful even with their breathing. Saints were immortal and imperishable, wielding the destiny and fortune of the Heavenly Dao. They were no more than ants and dust—how could they dare act recklessly?
Once everyone had settled down, Su Yang slowly parted his lips, his voice resounding like thunder:
"In the past, Pangu created the world, and his vital essence and blood transformed into the three clans: scaled beasts and walking beasts, flying birds, and the Feathered Race. The three innate clans rose in the Primordial World, claiming kingship and dominance. Yet they showed no respect for Heaven and Earth, knew nothing of repayment, took without restraint, and reveled in slaughter. In the end, they were abandoned by the Heavenly Dao."
He paused, his gaze sharp as a blade as it swept across the entire hall.
"The three clans' sins reached the heavens. Deep within the River of Destiny, an Evil Dragon was born, devouring the clans' fortune day and night to strengthen itself. Yet they remained utterly unaware and continued their insatiable greed. Until at the Shore of the East Sea, Demon Ancestor Luohu set up the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, and the lords of the three clans all perished, their blood staining the boundless wilderness!"
Boom!
The hall fell deathly silent.
Feng Ming, an elder of the Phoenix Clan, trembled violently all over. His lips quivered as he murmured, "So... so this was how Lord Phoenix Ancestor perished..."
His voice choked with grief, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow,