This was a colossal cave.
Inside the cave were various terrifying and fierce stone beasts, including stone tigers, stone lions, and stone snakes, all marked by the passage of time, ancient burial objects.
Ye Wudao casually glanced at the stone beasts, his gaze inadvertently settling ahead.
What was that?
Ye Wudao's pupils tightened, ahead sat a black-clad elder, cross-legged on the ground, his back to him.
Danger!
Ye Wudao immediately gripped the Beiwang Blade, his eyes wary.
The aura emanating from this black-clad elder was incredibly strong, undoubtedly a power that had transcended the Warlord realm!
"Junior, seeing your ancestor, why do you not kneel?" the elder, back still turned to Ye Wudao, slowly spoke.
"You are an ancestor of the Ye family?"
"Correct, upon seeing your ancestor, kneel and speak!"
"What a joke, since you are the 'ancestor of the Ye family,' why were you sealed by my father in this eternally dark cave?" Ye Wudao retorted disdainfully.
