Ever since entering this Bronze Treasure Hall and discovering the appearance of the longevity tablets, Heavenly King Luan Sheng had been on high alert. His nerves had immediately tightened—but he had still underestimated the danger of this underground palace.
Almost at the same instant he sensed some danger drawing near, the layers of flesh beneath the eyes of the emperor behind him, whose tablet bore the words "You Clan's Ninth-Generation Ancestor," split apart. Two bizarre eyes abruptly opened amid the torn flesh.
They were narrow, blood-red eyes. Within those crimson pupils, countless twisted shadows seemed to sway, exuding a murky, turbid aura.
At the same time, the You Clan's Ninth-Generation Ancestor—the Ninth Emperor You—also opened his serpent-like eyes. Unlike the additional blood-pupiled eyeballs, the Ninth Emperor You's own gaze was utterly calm, though it carried a profound weariness.
After what seemed like an instant, it was clear that the Ninth Emperor You had slept for a very long time and had only barely awakened. His consciousness remained muddled. Even so, an intense aura seeped out from within the Ninth Ancestor's body, slowly spreading outward.
"Manifestation... Is this a Manifestation-level expert?"
Heavenly King Luan Sheng's heart jolted. There really was a Manifestation-level You Clan expert within this underground palace's sacrificial hall? Wait—the You Clan's bloodline was incapable of producing Manifestation-level experts, wasn't it?
Just as his heart shook, another thread of terrifying aura emerged from the gaunt old man to his right, whose tablet read "You Clan's Eleventh-Generation Ancestor." It was the aura of a Manifestation-level expert circulating his Primordial Spirit.
In that instant, Heavenly King Luan Sheng's movements slowed. He could feel an endless, surging pressure bearing down upon him like ten thousand mountains. Even Mo Xiu's half-immortal body at the Dao Entry level, tempered who knew how many times,