Just then, Xun Fang and the others suddenly emerged from the void.
Facing Yang Ming's heaven-cleaving, earth-destroying strike, they had immediately hidden within spacetime and escaped disaster. After a long while, once Yang Ming had left, one of them cautiously emerged from the void. Sensing that Yang Ming's chakra had already departed, he let out a sigh of relief and finally stepped fully out of the void.
"Those are... the ancestors of the Xun Clan? The ancestors of the Feng Clan?"
"There are still survivors? That's wonderful, truly wonderful!"
"Greetings, honored ancestors. May I ask what happened here? Where is the Six Paths Divine Sect? How did it become like this?"
Seeing the various ancestors appear, everyone was initially stunned. Then they immediately knelt on the ground and asked respectfully.
"Leave!"
Yet Xun Fang and the others did not even spare the crowd a glance. They exchanged looks and prepared to leave.
This was no joke. If Yang Ming turned back midway, they would definitely be dead!
Buzz!
But just as they were about to move, a dazzling silver pillar of light suddenly descended from the heavens above!
It connected heaven and earth, making the entire land tremble!
Then, five figures of varying builds appeared within the pillar of light!
They wore silvery-white gauze robes, their pupils patterned with Rinnegan-like ripples. Floating in the air, they appeared before everyone!
They did not descend, remaining high above as they looked down upon the crowd. Their gazes first swept across the surroundings before settling on Xun Fang and the other ancestors!
One of them held a silver-white wine cup in his hand. As the cup slowly rotated, he looked at Xun Fang and the others and spoke in a loud voice.
"Mortals, tell me. What happened here?"
His voice was cold and