Chapter 754

"Gather the elite elders and guards of the clan, and follow me to the Sighing Corridor! If there is truly a heaven-defying opportunity, my Wind-Whisperer family must fight for it!"

At this very moment, deep within the Sighing Corridor, before that ring-shaped abyss, tens of thousands of powerhouses from various factions had already gathered!

Humans, half-elves, dwarf hybrids, and even some rare winged people, descendants of dragons... a vast crowd, each occupying one side, yet not daring to get too close to the center of the abyss.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes burning as they stared at the sky above the abyss.

Because there, an ancient aura that seemed to have been sleeping for eternity was slowly reviving and expanding!

This aura carried incomparable pressure, pressing on everyone's heart like a physical object, making the air become viscous.

Even powerhouses as strong as Loserma, who had touched the threshold of the Sage Realm, felt difficulty breathing, with tremors coming from the depths of their souls. They did not dare to easily approach the core source of that aura, and could only watch with awe from the periphery.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred!

The space above the abyss began to twist violently, forming a huge, slowly rotating elemental vortex.

Crimson fire elements, emerald wood elements, cyan wind elements, brilliant light elements... countless purest natural elements gathered from all directions like worshiping a king, pouring into the vortex, rendering it colorful and filled with ten thousand rays of light!

The entire sky was illuminated magnificently, yet carried a suffocating majesty.

The center of the vortex seemed to connect to another time and space, where the shadows of ancient palaces and the outlines of towering ancient trees could be vaguely seen, emitting a vast aura that spanned eternity.

The low humming sound seemed to come from an ancient sigh, resonating with the vibration of space itself, making everyone's heart beat along with it involuntarily.

"What exactly is this? An ancient Mystical Realm opening? Or..."

Loserma's pupils contracted, and stormy waves were set off in his heart. He had never seen such pure and powerful elemental gathering, nor had he ever felt such bloodline pressure that made one want to bow down and worship!

The tens of thousands of powerhouses present were silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing and heartbeats remaining.

Everyone was crazily speculating in their hearts: Is it the ruins of ancient elves? Is it the projection of the Divine Kingdom of some fallen deity? Or is an ancient existence that has been sleeping about to wake up?

Just in this extreme silence where everyone was watching and holding their breath—

In the center of that huge elemental vortex, space rippled like water waves, and a figure shrouded in endless rays of light and hazy immortal mist stepped out!

It was as if he had crossed eternity and walked out from the dust of history.

The figure was not tall, but seemed to be the center of the entire heaven and earth.

Light bands of elven power swirled around his body, his silver hair moved without wind, his pointed ears revealed his pure bloodline, his face was so perfect that it didn't look like a mortal's, and as his eyes opened and closed, they seemed to contain the birth and death of stars.

A calm, yet supreme and majestic voice, which seemed to originate from the rhythm of the soul's origin, clearly resounded in the depths of everyone's mind, carrying a trace of displeasure at being disturbed:

"Who dares to make noise before this seat's palace?"

The voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's soul like thunder from the nine heavens!

"Thump!" "Thump!" "Thump!"

Almost subconsciously, like dominoes being pushed over, starting from the low-level cultivators on the outermost periphery, to the leaders and elders of various families, and even the arrogant mercenary kings...

Except for a very few of the strongest and most determined who could barely stand, though they were also trembling all over and breaking out in cold sweat, more than eighty percent of the people, under this irresistible bloodline pressure and soul shock, felt their knees go soft and knelt down directly!

Even Loserma, the patriarch of the Wind-Whisperer family, only persisted for two more breaths before feeling the half-elf bloodline in his body, which he thought was noble, crazily wailing and submitting.

An absolute gap originating from the life level made him unable to stand any longer. With a "thud," he knelt on one knee, his head bowed deeply, not daring to look directly at the figure radiating ten thousand rays of light.

They knelt on the ground, using the corners of their eyes or through the gaps between their fingers, looking up in shock at the figure that was like a deity descending into the world.