The night passed in a hurry. When the first rays of dawn spilled down from the horizon, the Ancient Saint Mountain Range at the heart of the Ancient Realm became lively almost instantly.
Figures darted through the skies, while celebratory gongs and drums resounded above the mountain range.
After all, today was the Ancient Clan's grand event held once every twenty years, and it concerned the younger generation of their clan. No one dared to be careless.
"Creak."
At the same time, at the lodgings the Ancient Clan had prepared for their guests, a tightly shut door slowly opened.
Lin Feng, already dressed in neat attire, quickly stepped out.
Meanwhile, people emerged intermittently from the countless surrounding rooms, then flew toward the towering Ancient Saint Mountain Range in the distance.
After seeing that none of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan experts had come out, Lin Feng shot into the sky and followed the crowd as they rushed toward the steep peaks ahead.
Since their residence was not far from the mountain range, Lin Feng reached the many halls atop the mountain in just a few minutes.
Under the guidance of rows of Black Mist Army soldiers, he slowly descended into the heart of the palace complex.
Looking at the enormous square below, thoroughly shrouded in an ancient aura, Lin Feng flashed forward once more.
He passed through the corridor lined on both sides with Black Mist Army soldiers standing ramrod straight, then flew toward the seats at the center of the square.
When he arrived at the seating area and swept his gaze forward, he found that the seats were divided into two sections, separated by an open space roughly a hundred meters wide.
The seats on the inner side were not only more luxuriously decorated, but were also made