The Futu Ancient Clan's Branch Martial Assembly soon began.
This time, it was not as grand as before, but all the major powers expected to attend had arrived.
Qing Yanjing had also returned with Mu Chen, and Mandala had traveled over from the distant Tianluo Continent.
On the White Jade Platform in the Futuo Realm, more than twenty radiant figures stood. Dazzling spiritual light surged around them, and terrifying Spiritual Power pressure swept through heaven and earth.
They were the foundation that had allowed the Futu Ancient Clan to endure in the Great Thousand World.
A foundation that an ancient clan had only gradually built after multiplying and flourishing for countless millennia.
Ordinary major powers might shine brilliantly for a time, but would ultimately vanish like smoke and clouds. Only ancient clans such as this could develop and multiply at an unhurried pace, weathering countless calamities and growing ever stronger.
But this time, the foundation displayed by the Futu Ancient Clan startled the leaders of the major powers who had come to watch.
An ordinary major power needed only one Saint Grade and several Heavenly Sovereigns to be counted among the top major powers.
Yet the Futu Ancient Clan possessed a full six Saint Grades.
Boom! Boom!
Vast Spiritual Power raged between heaven and earth. Huge drums rose atop the mountain peaks, and heavy blows struck them, sending deep, heart-pounding drumbeats rumbling throughout the world.
Mu Chen remained among the Qing Lineage, gazing at the Heavenly Sovereigns towering high in the sky.
His gaze swept over the Saint Grades before settling on a man in dark robes. The man stood with his hands behind his back, his face exceptionally handsome. His eyes seemed gentle as jade, and spiritual light flowed over his body.
Compared with the other elders, the spiritual