"Who would have thought that this place is also a part of the Hatetian ancestral land!"
All the cultivators of the Spirit World had dispersed.
The statue shrank and transformed back into Lu Chen's appearance.
Looking at the Hatetian ancestral beast in front of him, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
"So, they wanted to guard this place and then dig out all the Spirit Stones condensed from the Hatetian Spiritual Power. In doing so, the roots of the Hatetian Clan would be severed."
The Hatetian ancestral beast said.
"You were still in the Mortal Realm at that time, why didn't you say anything?"
Lu Chen remained seated, looking at the mythical beast in front of him.
"My memory was suppressed, incomplete. Had you not absorbed the Hatetian Spiritual Power and then injected it into the land of the Hatetian ancestors, causing resonance at three ancestral lands, I wouldn't have awakened."
The Hatetian ancestral beast looked towards the direction of the mine.