Of course, even in their discussions, no one dared speak openly. Everyone conversed in hushed, secret voice transmissions, quietly sharing their thoughts.
The reason for this was simple — they feared the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
"Cough, cough."
Suddenly, a light cough rang out.
The moment that cough was heard, every face turned grave. Even those who had been conversing in secret immediately fell silent.
Because the person who had coughed was, without question, someone of tremendous consequence.
He was a man — tall in stature, not only handsome in appearance but also radiating an air of martial valor between his brows. His entire being emanated a kind of domineering, kingly presence that ordinary people could rarely muster.
He sat there, and with his mere presence, an aura of a sovereign surveying his realm spread outward.
He was the lord, and all others were his subjects.
His face, cold as frost, seemed to conceal unknown dangers, giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
This man's name was Linghu Tiemian.
The name was somewhat strange, and why he had been given it was something presumably only his parents knew.
That said, the name Linghu Tiemian did, in a way, suit his frost-cold face quite well.
But the name did not matter. For martial cultivators, strength was what truly mattered.
Linghu Tiemian was universally acknowledged as the strongest existence within the current Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm — a figure who could single-handedly cover the sky.
Within this Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm, he was the true king!!!
In truth, his reputation extended beyond the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm — he was well known throughout the entire Ancestral Martial Star Domain.
For Linghu Tiemian was one of the current Ancestral Martial Ten Stars, and he held the third position among them.
He was a monstrous genius, and even in a place like the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm, where countless prodigies gathered, he stood tall above the rest like a crane among chickens. His brilliance was dazzling, and he was someone others could simply not hope to match.
Naturally, Linghu Tiemian also served as the leader of the Linghu Heavenly Clan within the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm.
Although, in terms of seniority, he was still a junior, the world of martial cultivators worked this way — seniority did not matter; strength was all that counted.
"The entrance to the Formation of Light is about to open. Go and summon the younger generation," Linghu Tiemian said.
Once those words left his mouth, someone immediately departed, apparently to call for the others.
At this moment, people from all four regions — east, south, west, and north — began to feel a rising sense of anticipation.
Although they had already been gathered in this plaza for some time, they had yet to see the rising stars of the Linghu Heavenly Clan, the Nightmare Spirit Clan, and the Heavenly Path Beast Clan.
Everyone was curious about what kind of newcomers these three great clans had brought this year.
After all, whether it was the Linghu Heavenly Clan, the Nightmare Spirit Clan, or the Heavenly Path Beast Clan, none of them were ever short of fresh blood and powerful geniuses.
Before long, a group of young cultivators appeared within everyone's sight.
The moment these youngsters came into view, the entire plaza erupted with excitement.
Because the newcomers who had entered this year were, without question, far too formidable.