Sorry to Disturb You, Farewell
The newcomer was gaunt and thin, with long golden hair cascading down his back. Even his pupils were golden, and his entire body was shrouded in Golden Divine Radiance. From afar, he looked like a blazing flame.
The Golden King of the ancient imperial clan's Golden Cave!
The Golden King hailed from the Golden Imperial Clan. He was one of the few remaining high-level Great Sages among the myriad races, wielding the clan's imperial weapon. His combat strength was terrifying, and his valor shook the myriad races.
The Golden Family of the Northern Plains had been formed through marriages between a royal branch of the Golden Clan and humans.
The Silver Clan, one of the ten vicious clans, also had deep ties to a branch of the Golden Clan.
When the Great Sage of the Dao Sect had swept through the ten vicious clans, Golden Cave, which was on good terms with the Silver Clan, had remained silent. After weighing its options, it abandoned them and watched coldly as they were destroyed.
The Golden King was engulfed in golden holy flames, holding a Golden Mace—the ancient imperial weapon forged by the ancient Heavenly Emperor, the Golden Emperor, with his own hands. Its ultimate might surged boundlessly.
At first glance, it resembled a sword, but it was actually a short staff fitted with a sword hilt. It was unquestionably a heavy Dao weapon: long and bladeless, with four ridges, golden throughout.
The Golden Mace was renowned throughout the primordial era, capable of slaying gods and striking down Immortals—nothing was beyond it.
Wielded by a Great Sage, it could all the more destroy heaven and earth.
"Our clan also owes a great debt of gratitude..."
The Golden King, appearing as a gaunt old man, held the clan's