The number one biggest city of the Deity Race, which was the Ancestral City, was full of people crying and shouting. This was an unprecedented calamity for them.
The altar at the center of the city had been smashed open. A saint brought out from it a small stone box covered in carvings and a single sword mark.
"Activate and ignite it, quick!" a top saint urged.
The situation at present was urgent. The domains in the Ancestral City were strong and supposedly capable of withstanding the attacks of a heaven-illuminator, but with such a calamity upon them, who knew what would happen?
It would be a huge matter if, by some chance, an old monster from the ten greats was here to fish in troubled waters.
A yellowish-brown incense was brought out. It was one foot long and looked rather ordinary. Moreover, it had been lit before and only a part of it remained.
"Ancestral sacrifice, summon the Deity!"
