The Strange Clan had an extremely rigid hierarchy. At its pinnacle stood the supreme Ten Ancestors, followed by ten Strange Immortal Emperors, then the third tier of Dao Ancestor-level beings.
Apart from these three clearly defined tiers, virtually all other members were ranked according to the concentration of weird substance, such as darkness and gray mist, within their bodies.
The purer the weird substance, the more exalted their standing.
Within this clan, there was no such thing as "atavism," much less any possibility of impersonation, because dark matter was the foundation of everything, the sole standard for measuring identity and strength.
The Twelve-Winged Creature carefully studied Ye Fan, Great Emperor Wushi, the God Emperor, and the others.
The dark matter emanating from them was so dense it had almost solidified, as though it could awaken memories buried in the deepest recesses of its bloodline, involuntarily filling it with irrepressible awe.
What did it mean that they could make a descendant of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor feel this way?
They were very likely descendants of Immortal Emperors!
As for their leader, although he looked utterly sacred and not a trace of dark matter could be sensed on him, he was currently absorbing dark matter without end, like a black hole.
Not only did these two extremes fail to clash, they appeared exceptionally harmonious and natural, with a quality of purity.
His mighty presence filled it with awe, making its divine soul tremble deeply despite itself.
With such a display, he could not possibly be an ordinary person either.
Besides, he was the leader of these descendants of Immortal Emperors!
"Who comes before us?" Jiang Zhu asked, his gaze like two gleaming Heavenly Blades, sharp enough to seemingly cleave a macrocosm apart. The Twelve-Winged Being shuddered again at his words.
"My respects to