It was Jiang Hui who had just finished his retreat.
He wore a white robe, his cloak billowing fiercely as he charged alongside Emperor Huanfen, his divine might unmatched.
"Good, appearing together saves the trouble of searching!"
The ten phantom primordial ancestors had exceptional appearances, yet all were expressionless, their faces pale cold like frost, resembling lifeless beings.
They had already discovered through the years and karma the ultimate place where this group of variables would rise.
The only concern was that this group might recklessly hide. Though the heavens would eventually fall under the great rituals, if the beings in the sacrificial path realm were resolute in concealing themselves, they would be hard to find.
Of course, it was merely difficult, not impossible.
The presence of the sole true ancestor made it impossible to hide recklessly forever.
Yet in the process, a lot of time would be wasted.
