At the sight of the sea of white bones before them, shock once again filled the four women's eyes despite themselves.
After all, even Xiao Yan had been a little stunned when he first saw this sight, let alone four women who had never "seen the world."
With the appearance of First-Generation Medusa, a pressure born of their bloodline instantly descended into the depths of their souls.
Thud! Thud! Apart from Medusa, the other three dropped straight to their knees.
"It's the Ancestor! Only the Ancestor could exert such powerful bloodline pressure on us." Though the old woman lay prostrate on the ground, tears streamed down her aged face, which was flushed with excitement.
Finding their Ancestor meant that the Snake-People Tribe was about to rise.
If that was true, she could die without regrets.
Although the pressure within her bloodline had not forced Medusa to prostrate herself, she was even more visibly overwhelmed. With a look of reverent pilgrimage on her peerlessly beautiful face, she performed the Snake-People Tribe's most ancient salute.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
The words slipped softly from her red lips. Hearing them, the three behind her also gazed at that aged figure with excitement written across their faces.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
There were only four of them, yet the moment carried the solemn grandeur of hundreds, even thousands.
"Rise, all of you." Seeing their excitement, First Generation Medusa gave a faint, wry smile before finally resting her gaze on that breathtakingly graceful figure.
"You must be this generation's Medusa..." As she spoke, a trace of tenderness appeared on her face.
"To think that this generation's Medusa has been reduced to the level of a Peak Dou Emperor. Child, you've suffered..."
At those words, Medusa's alluring figure trembled slightly, and a helpless, bitter smile appeared on her