Their eyes remained fixed on the jade box as they exchanged a glance.
"Kneel here and wait."
"I'll go inform the Black-Robed Elder."
With that, one guard turned and entered the ancient, shadowy mountain gate.
As for the Xuanming Sect Master and the Grand Elder, those two mighty figures who commanded the winds and rain in the outside world, standing high above others-
At this moment, their knees buckled without the slightest hesitation.
They knelt bolt upright on the stone steps outside the white jade mountain gate.
Like two old dogs humbled to the lowest depths, they stared fixedly at that gate.
They pinned all their hopes on this elder of the ancient clan.
Time ticked by.
Two hours.
Four hours.
On the Maha Ancient Clan's white jade staircase, the two figures remained firmly on their knees, not daring to move an inch.
The cold sweat dripping from the Xuanming Sect Master's forehead had completely soaked the stone slab before him.
The ancient pressure that permeated the Maha Continent crushed their bones little by little, like a blunt knife slicing flesh.
A dignified Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign had been forced to kneel outside this mountain gate until he became a statue.
Yet he dared not voice the slightest complaint.
He did not even have the courage to look up at the guards.
Because he knew that if he revealed even a trace of displeasure now, the Maha Ancient Clan's great formation would grind him into a mist of blood the very next second!
Tap.
Tap.
Just as the Xuanming Sect Master felt that the Spiritual Energy was about to crush his knees-
An extremely, extremely faint series of footsteps suddenly came from deep within the mountain gate.
The sound was quiet, but with every step, the Supreme Sea within the