Thirty-six Heaven Suppressing Divine Pillars, engraved with dense runes and stained with the Ancestor Master's blood, looked shocking, inch by inch sinking into the Immortal Tomb as high as the mountains.
All the Ancestor Masters stood silent and unmoving; their bodies were tattered, leaving only remnants of bones, yet they stood indomitable in silence, using their own blood essence to summon the thirty-six Divine Pillars, sealing the Earth Immortal.
Outside the desert boundary, many people's eyes were bloodshot, clenching their fists tightly, growling, sobbing; there were so many cultivators here, yet they were unable to help.
In front of their eyes still floated the calm and steady appearances of the Ancestor Masters, and in their ears echoed those strong and firm words: "In the future, descendants shall come to visit, competing with you once again!"
