Purple aura dissipated, and Nine Holy Mountains aligned, grand and vast, magnificent and broad.
This is the inheritance site!
A horde of mighty ones slaughtered their way here, many bleeding, injured in the throes of battle. There were many people, each holding their ground, their eyes glittering as they looked up at the extensive mountains.
A flock of Flame Crows spread their wings, their feathers dark as if they were several rounds of black suns, flying forward. They came from the same clan, belonging to the indigenous inhabitants of the secret realm.
Leading the flock was a Black Divine Spirit, with black divine flames jumping around its body, twisting the void as it led its kin across the sky, charging towards the ancient land!
"Hiss!"
A purple Centipede, only two meters long, but with surging purple flames, leapt from the ground. It was a Deity, pouncing towards the halfway up into the air.