Lu Changfeng's words plunged the scene into silence once more.
For a moment, the air grew so still that a falling needle could be heard.
"Sacred Relic, our clan's Sacred Relic."
Just then, whispers echoed around them. The voices were faint yet resonated right beside their ears, as though someone were leaning in to murmur secrets.
"The Sacred Relic manifests, our clan shall rise in glory."
The next moment, bizarre aberrations of all shapes and sizes surged from all directions. Seeing this scene, the three people in front of Ye Lin braced themselves as if facing a formidable enemy.
Yet the aberrations simply bypassed them, rushing off into the distance as if completely unable to see them.
"What is wrong with them?"
"Where did all these aberrations come from?"
Lu Wushuang frowned, getting up to survey her surroundings. The area was utterly barren; aside from such a multitude of aberrations, there was hardly enough room for even a single bird.
"I don't know. Judging by their behavior, it looks like they're heading somewhere specific."
Watching the aberrations march in unison toward a single direction, Ye Lin followed behind them without a second thought.
With the aberrations acting like this, there had to be a reason behind it.
The three people behind Ye Lin snapped out of their stupor and hurried to trail right after him.
Flashes of panels flickered across Ye Lin's eyes, but every single one of them was completely blank, just like before, devoid of any concrete information.
"What on earth is drawing them?"
Ye Lin stood atop a massive tree, gazing into the distance. Below him, swarms of aberrations flooded forward like a horde of zombies.
He had not encountered a single aberration along his journey here, yet now there were countless numbers of them.
Among them