At that moment, dozens of figures hovered above the lush mountains of the Ancient Realm, their eyes fixed on the distorted space ahead.
Elder Tong Xuan of the Ancient Clan wore a gray-brown robe. His brow furrowed slightly as his fingertips absently brushed his sleeve.
The Heavenly Tomb was perilous. If anything happened to the younger generation of the clan, the Ancient Clan would suffer a huge loss.
"Elder Tong Xuan, today should mark the end of the Heavenly Tomb's three-year period, right?" one of the Ancient Clan's young disciples couldn't help asking.
"Mm." Elder Tong Xuan nodded, his gaze still fixed on the Space Rift. "Let's see who comes out with the greatest gains."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft "squelch" rang out. Space split open, revealing a black fissure, and two figures darted out. They were disciples of the Thunder Clan.
Feeling their surging auras, everyone nodded. "Looks like the Thunder Clan didn't make the trip for nothing."
Soon after, disciples of the Yao Clan and Flame Clan emerged as well. Most of their auras had grown considerably stronger. One disciple of the Stone Clan had even advanced directly from Seven-Star Dou Zun to Eight-Star, drawing envious looks from many.
But the next moment, the atmosphere abruptly turned heavy.
Another Space Rift opened, and two figures plummeted straight down. Elder Tong Xuan hurriedly sent out a gentle force to catch them, only to discover that they were already dead.
They were Hun Ya and Hun Li of the Hun Clan!
"Those two from the Hun Clan actually perished in the Heavenly Tomb?" Everyone exchanged glances. Huo Xuan raised an eyebrow and murmured to Huo Zhi beside him, "The Hun Clan and Xiao Tribe have never gotten along. With them ending up like this, I'm afraid Xiao