"Young man, why have you come? Why disturb our slumber?"
On the altar, the bloodstained eyeball trembled, and a vast voice of thought shook the Western Mausoleum Realm, echoing through this world.
The voice was extraordinarily deep and hoarse. Against the backdrop of the bones strewn throughout the Western Mausoleum Realm, it seemed all the more eerie, sending chills down the spine.
For a time, sinister winds swept through the entire Western Mausoleum Realm, thunder rumbled, and red hairs drifted through the sky. Faintly, there even seemed to be murmurs passed down from remote antiquity, making the scene deeply eerie and chilling.
He Mu could even sense an obscure yet powerful force of Great Dao laws reinforcing this strange phenomenon of red hair.
That power was of a very high level, at least within the Immortal Dao, and was already vaguely reaching into the King Realm.
Any Human Dao expert here would inevitably suffer serious interference. Even a True Immortal could be affected by a moment's carelessness, their spiritual perception obscured.
Such a sight could only be described thus: even though their bodies had long since withered away, the Three Kings on the altar still retained some of their former splendor.
After all, they possessed the physical substance and essence of Immortal Kings. Even among the Myriad Heavens, they could be considered Supreme Beings. Even fallen into the dust, they were not people just anyone could bully.
Just as now, a single thought, a single utterance from them brought world-shaking phenomena, with heaven and earth transforming dramatically and the Myriad Daos resounding together.
Although the three on the altar were indeed powerful and extraordinary.
He Mu's current essence was higher still.
Even deliberately restraining his own mighty power, he remained a Supreme Being with half a foot in the