That day, many people arrived outside the Ancient Era Saint Abyss, all wearing robes emblazoned with a black pagoda.
Many powerful cultivators lingering outside the Ancient Era Saint Abyss felt a surge of reverence at the sight of that black pagoda emblem.
In the Great Thousand World, only one top-tier superpower bore that Black Pagoda emblem: the Futu Ancient Clan.
There were sixteen people in the group, and every one of them radiated a terrifying aura.
Without exception, they were all Heavenly Sovereigns.
At their head stood an old man whose aura weighed oppressively on everyone around him.
He was none other than Futuo Xuan, who had received Futu Yijing's message and brought the Futu Ancient Clan's many Heavenly Sovereigns here.
The group also showed everyone present just what reserves a top-tier superpower of the Great Thousand World possessed.
Sixteen Heavenly Sovereigns?!
An ordinary faction could call itself a superpower with just one Heavenly Sovereign.
Yet the Futu Ancient Clan had sent sixteen here.
Among them were even a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign and several Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns.
"All right, brat. I've given you pretty much every benefit I had here." Ancestor Futu clapped his hands, snapping Mu Chen out of his thoughts, and spoke teasingly.
Mu Chen rose and solemnly bowed to Ancestor Futu with heartfelt respect. In all these years, this was the first time he had shown such reverence to someone from the Futu Ancient Clan.
This time, Ancestor Futu made no attempt to decline. Instead, he casually accepted Mu Chen's bow. By blood, he could be considered Mu Chen's ancestor, so he certainly deserved it.
"Mu Chen, lad."
"Yes," Mu Chen replied respectfully.
Ancestor Futu stared at him for a long while before slowly saying, "No matter how deep your grudges against the Futu Clan