"Tiemian-ge, Mingye said he has no interest in this Light Formation, so he won't be participating."
Linghu Lun answered Linghu Tiemian's question in a nonchalant manner.
Although Linghu Tiemian was the undisputed leader of the Linghu Heavenly Clan within the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm, both he and Linghu Lun were of the same generation. Moreover, since both were prodigies whom the clan had invested heavily in nurturing, their relationship was actually quite good.
Naturally, Linghu Lun didn't treat Linghu Tiemian with the same deference as the other clan members—didn't prop him up like a king. Instead, he maintained a fairly normal dynamic between brothers.
Yet compared to the relationship between the two, the crowd was far more stunned by the revelation of Linghu Mingye's arrival.
Their conversation had confirmed what everyone had been speculating. Linghu Mingye, ranked fifth among the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars, had indeed entered the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm.
This was trouble. Linghu Tiemian alone was already capable of dominating everything under his watch. Now, on top of that, two more monsters—Linghu Mingye and Linghu Lun—had entered as well.
How were the other powers supposed to survive? Within the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm, there truly was no force that could stand against the Linghu Heavenly Clan. The gap was simply too vast.
"Mingye is being too willful. Doesn't he understand that this Light Formation is an opportunity for him?"
Upon learning that Linghu Mingye had no intention of entering the Light Formation to cultivate, a trace of anger surfaced on Linghu Tiemian's already cold face.
"He knows. That's precisely why he feels it's of no use to him. Mingye has his own methods of cultivation," Linghu Lun explained.
"Oh?" At those words, Linghu Tiemian's expression suddenly shifted, and a look of realization dawned in his eyes.
He suddenly understood—Linghu Mingye must have already mastered some particular cultivation technique. And compared to the methods Mingye himself commanded, the effects of the Light Formation could indeed be considered negligible.
With that thought, Linghu Tiemian's expression brightened considerably.
"Since Mingye isn't participating, then this is your opportunity. Don't disappoint me," Linghu Tiemian said to Linghu Lun.
The moment those words left his mouth, the members of the Nightmare Spirit Clan and the Heaven-reaching Beast Clan wore looks of helpless resignation.
Everyone knew that the degree of achievement one could gain from entering the Light Formation was closely tied to one's own strength. And among the young generation present, Linghu Lun was manifestly the strongest.
Setting aside the fact that the prodigies of the Nightmare Spirit Clan and the Heaven-reaching Beast Clan wouldn't dare make a move—even if they had the nerve, they simply didn't possess the strength.
Now that Linghu Mingye had opted not to enter the Light Formation, the one who would reap the greatest reward was, by all logic, Linghu Lun.
Hum—
At that very moment, the barrier gate of the Light Formation suddenly erupted with a peculiar radiance. Simultaneously, countless runic inscriptions poured forth from within, swirling and darting along special trajectories like schools of fish converging in a lake.
"The Light Formation has been activated. The barrier gate will open soon. All young generation participants, prepare yourselves."
A voice from within the Linghu Heavenly Clan rang out at the sight.
Upon hearing those words, every young cultivator aside from Linghu Lun—who remained as nonchalant as ever—grew solemn. None of them wanted to miss this chance, nor did they want to lose any advantage at the start.
They knew that with Linghu Lun present, competing for first place was out of the question. But at the very least, they couldn't afford to come in last.
"That's not right."
But in the next instant, the person who had spoken up suddenly narrowed his eyes and cried out involuntarily.
At his exclamation, many others present also noticed something amiss.
Indeed—it wasn't right. The changes occurring at the barrier gate didn't resemble a simple, imminent opening.
The radiance was one matter, but the runes surging within were far too extraordinary.
It was as though some dormant power was on the verge of awakening.
Hum—
Just then, the barrier gate's light grew not only more blinding, but the runic inscriptions began intertwining with one another, coalescing into a shape that resembled a spirit beast.