In an instant, more than a dozen figures crossed endless space-time. Before their forms had fully materialized, they resonated with the talismans, seemingly ready to teleport to an unknown, grand battlefield at any moment.
Jiang Yun's gaze was sharp as lightning. Among those figures, he spotted the familiar Dao Ancestor Ditian, violet lightning coiling around him, each bolt containing Destruction Force.
The other Dao Ancestors were unfamiliar faces Jiang Yun had never seen before. Some wore black robes, emanating dark and ominous auras.
Others held ancient weapons, mysterious runes flowing across them.
Yet without exception, every one of them radiated a terrifyingly powerful aura—the pressure that only Dao Ancestors standing at the peak of cultivation could possess.
Jiang Yun frowned slightly, confusion in his eyes. These Dao Ancestors were being far too eager.
Seeing this, Hou Ming sighed softly and explained, "The descent of Sacrificial Talismans is a rare opportunity.
"Answering its summons allows one to comprehend the mysteries of the Sacrificial Script bestowed by an Immortal Emperor, even outside the time of the Grand Sacrifice.
"Such an opportunity is an irresistible temptation to certain Dao Ancestors."
Her voice was cool, though it carried a trace of helplessness. "However, this is not a summons from the Ancestral Land, but an order from an Immortal Emperor of Above Heaven.
"I imagine the war that has gone on for so long has already exhausted their patience. They intend to gather everyone's strength, first sweep away the Heavenly Court Dao Ancestors of the Heavenforsaken Land, disrupt the Desolate Emperor's arrangements, and then kill him in one stroke."
Although Hou Ming resided in the Underworld, she was not cut off from news of All Heavens and Myriad Realms. She saw the current situation clearly.
As one of the Underworld's oldest Dao Ancestors, she naturally