"When the Ancestors marched together, no land beneath the heavens could resist them, no person could remain undefeated. Wherever their blades pointed, from antiquity to the present, the outcome had never changed."
At the farthest edge of the sky, an End-of-the-Road Being of the Strange Clan murmured, yet his words spread clearly throughout the Heavens, piercing the gloom-laden hearts of the mighty from every race.
The source of inauspiciousness, the Ancestors of the Strange Clan-the emergence of such beings was tantamount to tearing apart every race's hopes and beautiful dreams.
Just a few beings who transcended the highest realm could trample every great world throughout history and shatter every myth, let alone ten!
Even someone as powerful as Huang, as fiercely advancing as Heavenly Emperor Ye, or as radiant as the Pollen Emperor could hardly withstand so many.
A cold, desolate sigh sounded again. An Ancestor spoke, gazing at the towering man ahead who held a dripping, bloodstained Sword Embryo.
But beings of this level were difficult to destroy, after all. Even an exploding body was only a momentary injury. The other nine Ancestors stepped forward together, leaving Huang no opportunity to strike again and grievously wound him.
Within the blood mist, that Ancestor reassembled his true form. Still without any emotional fluctuation, he said, "There is no hurry. The 'feast' will begin eventually. Our final enemies will lie dead here. We are cherishing this, too, because we will never again have opponents like you."
"Huang, perhaps you have another choice. Join us and become one of the sources of what you call inauspiciousness. What do you think? Together, we can savor the boundless beauty within the river of time and admire the magnificent panorama of mountains and rivers in this Great Thousand World."
He showed no anger whatsoever,