Ye Futian was still sitting there, cross-legged. He had not moved at all, but the elder of the Wu tribe, a Nirvana level cultivator, had disappeared.
The sun was high in the air Ye Futian's head. A huge face had appeared in the sky, and as the cultivators of the Wu tribe looked at it, they felt their hearts tremble.
It was the face of Emperor Kua.
Emperor Kua had rebuilt the Ancestral Lands. This part of the Ancestral Lands had been left behind for the nine great tribes to use. If they could obtain it, it would be a great advantage for them.
The thing was, few in the nine great tribes had been able to pass Emperor Kua's test and open the gate to the Ancestral Lands.
This was why they found themselves in the situation they were in now. Ye Futian had come to claim the inheritance, and the elder of the Wu tribe had gotten greedy.
