"Is this the Embers of the Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix?"
Bai Xingling's pupils widened, but he quickly reacted:
"No, no, they don't have that powerful aura, just some Embers, their thoughts interfered... Self-Transformation, assimilated into the depths of Sacrificial Era's memory."
"They became the Phoenix, Ancestral Dragon in Sacrificial Era's memory..."
He didn't approach those ancient mythical heroes, continued to hide, continued walking.
He discovered that some young cultivators who had entered, were also old tomb-raiding hands, astonishingly ignoring the tribes along the way, directly striking at the core tribe in the center of this tomb.
Their pace was as fast as his!
Moreover, these guys had already attempted to disguise themselves as tribal natives, and began conversing with ancient ancestors.
The cultivators were focused on probing the first generation Dragon Ancestor.
"Hello."
"I'm from outside."
