Qing Yanjing had returned as a Saint Grade powerhouse. Even Great Elder Futu Xuan didn't dare force her too far, and could only order her into the Ancestral Land to reflect on her mistakes for a century.
Still uneasy, he then sealed her inside the Ancestral Pagoda.
But the peerless Saint Grade Sacred Artifact, the Spirit of the Artifact that had been passed down for nearly a million years, sided with Qing Yanjing. It turned around and trapped Futu Xuan in the Ancestral Land, interrogating him day and night.
Not until he learned that the sinner he had regarded as a stain on the divine clan's bloodline possessed the Nine Divine Veins and had condensed a Saint Futu—the Perfect World Futu Pagoda.
His bloodline concentration surpassed that of the Buddha Ancestor from fifty thousand years ago, rivaling the Three Great Ancestors.
The Ancestral Pagoda, which held the will of the ancestors, didn't trust him. The inescapable laws he had created were proven wrong, and everything he had stood by was worthless.
Futu Xuan, that Saint Grade titan, had his Dao heart collapse completely.
If even the Great Elder himself had surrendered, how could anyone expect a group of Spirit Grade and Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns from the Xuan Branch and Mo Branch to resist a Saint Grade Grandmaster of Spirit Arrays to the death?
Especially when that Saint Grade Grandmaster had the Ancestral Pagoda in hand.
Besides, they all came from the same clan and had the same blood flowing through their veins—the proud blood of the Buddha Ancient Clan. This wasn't surrendering, just reuniting as one.
That was how they came to this scene. The Council of Elders had hurriedly dispatched the highly respected Ninth Elder to convey the clan's latest decree.
The leaders of the Xuan Branch and