When Chu Tian and the other two tore through the void and rushed back to the Human Ancestral Land in a desperate hurry, the sight before them made their hearts plunge into a bottomless abyss.
The Ancestral Soul Hall, once radiant with golden light and solemn grandeur, was now completely shrouded in an imperial black mist so dense it could not be dispersed. The entire Ancestral Land was filled with suffocating deathly stillness and oppression. The sky seemed as though ink had been splashed across it, without the faintest trace of light.
"Eldest Sister! Second Sister!"
Chu Tian landed on the plaza outside the Ancestral Soul Hall, only to see Chu Yunshang, Chu Yueyao, and Chu Xingyao covered in blood, maintaining a battered defensive formation with bitter effort.
And before them unfolded a scene that made Chu Tian's eyes nearly split with rage.
The remnant souls of the successive Human Emperors—men who had once shed every last drop of blood for the Human Race and been revered for countless generations—now had pitch-black eyes, with the Tribulation Lord's black mist curling around them. Like puppets on strings, they were being controlled by the Black Emperor Shadow as they frantically attacked Chu Yunshang and the others!
"Little Brother! You're finally back!" The instant Chu Yunshang saw Chu Tian, her eyes reddened. The Slaughter Sacred Sword in her hand trembled, and she could not bring herself to swing it with full force. "We... we can't bring ourselves to strike! They're our ancestors!"
How could descendants of the Human Race possibly raise their blades against the remnant souls of their ancestors? The Black Emperor Shadow had exploited precisely this most despicable psychological tactic, leaving the Human Race's upper echelon wary of breaking the vessel for fear of the rat inside, able only to endure