Atop Spirit Mountain.
Three elders were seated in the center of the grand hall.
On either side, dozens of people sat, far more than the number present the last time.
At this moment, the atmosphere within the hall was oppressively tense, as everyone's gaze was fixed on the three central elders.
The looks everyone directed at the three elders were filled with utmost reverence, as if they were beholding deities.
In the Ancient Martial Land, the three great Saint Realm Ancestors.
The strongest trio from the three sects, they were existences that all sects within the Ancient Martial Land revered.
"Ancestor."
A middle-aged man with a solemn expression came stepping forward to the three elders and bowed respectfully.
Even though he was the Sect Master of Zhen Tian Sect and his cultivation had reached the Half-step Saint Realm, commanding high respect in the Ancient Martial Land, he still maintained a very low posture in front of these three individuals.
"How did it go?"