Feeling the sudden pressure, everyone was stunned!
The pressure surging forth from the depths of the Yan Clan's forbidden grounds in the rear mountain was like an ancient primordial beast, slumbering for ages, suddenly opening its eyes.
Heaven and earth changed color, and wind and clouds churned in reverse!
The air throughout the Yan Clan's garden seemed to have been solidified into amber by that pressure.
Countless guests felt as though an invisible giant hand had clutched their hearts tightly, making even breathing difficult.
The pressure coming from the rear mountain was so powerful that it directly tore through everyone's defenses!
Among the Yan Clan disciples standing at the perimeter, those with weaker cultivation even fell to their knees, blood seeping from their seven orifices.
Even the carefully cultivated spiritual flowers and exotic plants in the garden all drooped in that instant, their petals falling one after another.
It was as though an old ghost that had slept for a thousand years was about to awaken!
Yan Wuhen drew a deep breath and looked at Yu Wanrong beside him with a bitter smile.
His smile carried an indescribably complicated meaning.
There was the relief of surviving a calamity, pride in the Yan Clan's deep foundations, but also a profound unease.
Because more than anyone else, he knew that once that old ancestor in the forbidden grounds awakened, no one would be able to control him.
A hundred years? Or a thousand?
Not even he, the current clan head, could say how many years that old ancestor had slept.
Yu Wanrong could not help covering her mouth as she exclaimed, "Th-this... how is this possible?"
For the first time, her voice had lost its usual composure and calm.
In those beautiful eyes that had always seemed capable of seeing through everything,