The reflected scene was anything but ordinary. As the warboat continued inward, Ye Lin finally saw the true face of this ancestral land.
Palaces rose across the land below, while mountain ranges and earth veins wound through those jade-like halls. The terrain rose and fell in layer upon layer, a sight of staggering grandeur.
Viewed from above, they resembled earth dragons stretching one after another.
And together, these mountains and rivers formed a true grand formation.
Yet the ancestral land was far from peaceful. The sky was filled with living beings from other races: winged tigers, roaming dragons resembling True Dragons, and creatures of utterly bizarre appearance.
These beings stood in midair, every one of them gazing greedily at the humans hiding within the palaces below.
"This is bad. The Winged Red Tiger Clan, the Holy Dragon Clan, and the Evil Spirit Clan... Could these three clans have already breached the ancestral land?"
Su Xiang's expression changed drastically at the sight. These three great clans were the closest to Human Territory, and they had clashed with humanity year after year.
Now that the three clans had pressed in upon the ancestral land, things looked exceedingly grim.
"Human Venerable, will you agree to our demands or not? If you refuse, your human race may well be erased from this place."
At that moment, a voice brimming with majesty rang out. Su Xiang's face darkened upon hearing it; he knew that voice all too well.
It belonged to the patriarch of the Winged Red Tiger Clan, a mighty expert at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm.
In the most remote region of the Heavenly River Galaxy Cluster, even a Heavenly Immortal could become the head of a clan and be counted among the strongest.
After all, True Immortals would never remain