The Competition for Sect Master Begins

Yet in the next instant, a terrifying aura awakened from the depths of Nameless Mountain.

Everyone's faces changed in shock. Even the Ten True Lords narrowed their eyes and looked toward its source. That was... the Ancestral Land.

"The situation is urgent. The next Sect Master should step forward. If you want the current Sect Master to remain in office, then keep making a fuss."

"Otherwise, within one year, select the next Sect Master. The method remains the same. The major races, including our Human Race, are all hanging by a thread, and you are still playing house like children?"

The voice came from within the Ancestral Land. The Ten True Lords all rose to their feet, while Taichu crossed his arms and chuckled to himself.

"Patriarch, my disciple died without cause or explanation. Do I not even have the chance to investigate his death now?"

"Do I not even have the chance to seek justice for my disciple?"

Among the ten divine figures, one True Lord spoke with a face full of fury.

So what if the person was from the Ancestral Land? He refused to accept it.

"Xiaoyao, you and I both understand what is in your heart. What you care about—is it really his death? Is it really only him that you care about?"

"Over the years, you have committed many wrongs. I did not settle each and every one of them with you. But this is the final juncture. The situation is urgent. If you lost, then you lost."

"You've lived for millions of years. Don't act like three-year-olds who can't bear to lose."

"The great calamity is about to arrive. Before it does, our Human Race must be forged into a single iron block. The Human Race's inheritance in the Eastern Continent must never be