The Terrifying Truth, the Great Explosion Era!

"Were these the ashes of the Ancestor Dragon and Ancestor Phoenix?"

Bai Xingling's pupils widened, but he quickly came to his senses:

"No, they aren't. They don't possess that kind of powerful aura. They're merely certain ashes whose thoughts were interfered with and transformed, assimilated into a part of the memories at the deepest level of Sacrifice."

"Becoming the Phoenix and Ancestor Dragon within Sacrifice's memories."

He did not approach those ancient, great mythological heroes. Instead, he continued hiding and moving forward.

He discovered that some of the young cultivators who had entered were also veteran tomb raiders. They had actually ignored the tribes along the way and slaughtered their way straight to the central core tribe of this tomb.

Their progress was just as fast as his!

Moreover, those fellows had already tried disguising themselves as tribal natives and chatting with their ancient ancestors.

The cultivators who had gathered in greater numbers had gone to test the First-Generation Dragon Ancestor.

"Hello."

"I'm an outsider."

A group of young cultivators conversed and chatted, trying to obtain an opportunity.

Some members of the sea races had also gone to chat with their own ancestors. Almost every race could follow its genealogy and find its own first-generation ancestor.

"These bastards! They're unbelievably fast at robbing tombs and digging up graves."

While cursing inwardly, Bai Xingling revealed a trace of doubt:

"The sense of discord is far too strong!"

"There are first-generation ancestors of ancient races everywhere. They're all First-Generation Strange Kings. But could there really have been so many Strange Kings in a single era?"

The ratio was seriously problematic.

At present, the naturally awakened Strange Kings were no more than Xu Huan, Jiao Wuyu, and a few others.

Yet here, they were everywhere.

Tens of thousands?

No!

Hundreds of thousands!

Hundreds