That roar not only echoed throughout the entire Martial Cultivation World, but it was also clear enough for everyone to hear — a roar that transcended all living beings.
Inside the Seven Realms Sacred Palace, Jie Tianran, who had been sitting cross-legged in cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of unease in them.
"That sound?"
That roar had awakened his memories.
At the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens, when Chu Feng had activated the guardian formation left behind by Chu Xuanyuan…
Jie Tianran had once heard a sound that resounded through the entire Martial Cultivation World.
At the time, it couldn't be identified. Many had believed it was some ancient powerhouse making its appearance.
But now he could hear clearly — it was a roar, and it carried the same feeling as that voice from before.
"The Primordial Tomb?"
"It's not a cultivator — it's a monster?" Jie Tianran muttered involuntarily.
Back then, the sound had come from the Ancestral Martial Starfield, but now it came from the Primordial Tomb.
Yet it was unmistakably the same entity.
"Not going to be easy to deal with," the voice inside Jie Tianran said.
"Did we underestimate that place?"
Unease flickered in Jie Tianran's eyes as he realized they had underestimated the Primordial Tomb.
"You need to hurry."
The voice inside Jie Tianran reminded him.
"Mm."
"Then… let's put cultivation on hold for now."
Jie Tianran rose to his feet and formed a series of hand seals. An aura burst forth, sweeping across the entire Seven Realms Sacred Palace.
Everyone within the Seven Realms Sacred Palace sensed that aura.
And so, every powerhouse of sufficient rank set out, converging upon a single location.
This included the Holy-tier elders and other notable figures of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace.
It was the Palace Master's summons — an order only issued when something of great consequence had occurred.
…
Inside the Primordial Tomb, everyone likewise turned their gaze toward its depths.
"That's the same voice from before — does it have something to do with the Primordial Tomb?"
The joy on the faces of the Huangfu Heavenly Clan's Clan Master and the others vanished, once again replaced by overwhelming dread.
"Quick — get out of here!"
In the next moment, the Huangfu Heavenly Clan's Clan Master and the others began leading everyone, fleeing outward at full speed.
They could tell that even though the sacrificial formation was gone, the owner of that roar could still take their lives.
The owner of that voice was, in fact, even more terrifying than the sacrificial formation.
…
And this panic had, in truth, spread across the entire Martial Cultivation World.
Before, that voice had left them uncertain of its origin. But now, hearing it resound once more, they could truly feel its terror.
Across the Eight Starfields, virtually no faction could determine whether such an entity boded well or ill for them.
But the unknown almost always meant danger.
Naturally, this included the Crouching Dragon Martial Sect of the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Deep within the Crouching Dragon Martial Sect, however, there was a colossal dragon phantom that filled an entire spatial world.
It was the hidden power behind the Crouching Dragon Martial Sect — Lord Long Xie.
Long Xie's gaze seemed capable of seeing everything within the Primordial Tomb.
And so, rather than fear, a smile appeared on its face. "So that's how it is. Chu Feng's father still had a card like this up his sleeve."
…
Deep within the Primordial Tomb, the enormous entity covered in black scales — its body surpassing the size of an entire world, its countless tentacles trailing behind it, an existence that could annihilate an entire star domain with ease — now had eyes filled with sheer terror.
Not only were its thick legs trembling, but the snake-like tentacles behind it were letting out mournful wails.
Like an arrogant puppy encountering a fully grown tiger — it was a fear rooted in the soul, a suppression born from the bloodline itself.
Szzzz— Suddenly, a wisp of lightning shot out from within the Thunder Beast.
But that single wisp was enough to transform into a sky-enveloping cage of thunder, trapping the colossal entity within.
The behemoth instinctively tried to flee, but when it turned, it found there was no escape.
And in that same moment, the remaining Thunder Beasts likewise transformed into bolts of lightning, converging within the cage.
In the blink of an eye, the incomprehensibly massive Thunder Beasts had merged into a single, diminutive figure.
It was the silhouette of a middle-aged man — though formed from thunder, his outline was still faintly discernible.
His back was turned to the behemoth as he gazed into the depths of the Primordial Tomb.
Facing this small human silhouette, the colossal entity not only dared not strike — its breathing grew ragged.