Floating high in the air like a towering mountain peak, Chatvic looked around and saw all the enormous arms. After using his bloodline to perceive them, he sighed with mixed feelings and said, “Our ancestors have thoroughly died, but their unyielding will has been engraved in their arms forever!”

“Though our eight ancestors have also died completely, their bones still contain pure flame power,” Scotte said.

SWISH!

Like a streak of golden lightning, the Golden-feathered Divine Finch flew over to Chatvic and cried in a shrill voice, “This is not the only landmass here!”

The three Ancientspirits were all amazed.

At the mottled altar, Nie Tian and Pei Qiqi were whispering when Grand Monarch Primal Wood of the Floragrims suddenly closed his eyes.

Emerald veins quietly appeared on his arms, neck, and fo...