Ancestor Minghe looked at Houtu, a glint of inscrutable calculation in his eyes. Yet he knew that this phantom figure had been lingering here for dozens of Yuanhui.
Back during the First Tribulation of Longhan and the opening battle of the five clans, countless illusory figures had begun to gather in this very spot. Ancestor Minghe had never understood the reason why.
Yet these phantoms were exceedingly weak. Whenever he pleased, he could wipe out a million, or even ten million of them with a flick of his sleeve.
Chapter 371