Chapter 259-Clans
Dave is enjoying himself until he realizes that someone is calling him. Dave opened his eyes and saw Hamire and reminded him that they are now in the location.
This place is in the Black Scale Lizard Forest and based on the report, the tomb was found by an ordinary farmer and the news spread rapidly. Many experts try to enter but it was to no avail and some strong men calculate where it will open and what are the restrictions.
The tomb was found 2 months ago so many people are preparing to enter and today is the day it will open. Only those below Imperial Immortal can enter and age below 30 years old. The slots are also limited, and the top 7 Clans are allocated the spots. The one who allocated the spot is the mysterious leader of the Light Pavilion and he said that the top 7 clans can only send 5 members. They also gave opportunities to those people who are working on their own to enter if they passed the test.
The test had finished and 10 people were selected to enter.
The massive bird landed on the ground and Dave and others saw many people gathering near the huge portal. There are many people who want to watch what will happen and who will win the legacy.
Dave also saw some people gathering in a certain spot and he realized that it was the Yang and Wenson Family. They are looking at them with disdain but Dave can notice their killing intent.
“Hayss looks like I need to kill a lot of genius today hehe”
Dave sneered and thought about many ways of them dying.
After they landed, the grand elder led all of them near the portal and they saw an old man guarding the portal. The grand elder greets him.
“Venerable Potian, long time no see”
The old man smiled and greeted him warmly. “Haha, I never expect that you are still alive, Grand Elder Momo.”
The old man laughs and the grand elder smiles as they have a good relationship.
“Are they the ones who will represent your clan?”
Venerable Potian asked as he only glanced at them and the grand elder nodded. “Yeah, these are the geniuses our princess found.”
Venerable Potian nodded and talked about some things until the grand elder found a spot for them to wait.
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The sun began to set, casting an ethereal golden glow across the vast plains outside the Tomb of the Imperial Emperor. A gentle breeze carried the whispers of anticipation as the Etan Clan, one of the prominent forces in the Mia World, arrived at the sacred site.
Led by their esteemed Clan Head, Elder Etan, the Etan Clan warriors stood tall and proud, their crimson robes billowing in the wind. Their eyes gleamed with determination, for they knew that within the depths of the tomb lay unimaginable treasures and the secrets of ancient cultivation techniques.
Elder Etan, a seasoned cultivator with a stern countenance, gazed at the tomb with a mix of reverence and ambition. He knew that this was a rare opportunity for the Etan Clan to rise further in power and prestige. As he addressed those people behind him, his voice resonated with authority in the heads of their 5 chosen geniuses.
“Genius of the Etan Clan, today we stand at the threshold of greatness. The treasures and knowledge hidden within this tomb are ours to claim. Let our determination and strength guide us as we venture forth.”
“Kill everyone who tried to block your way and don’t show any mercy, no one can see what is happening inside”
“All of you are the genius of the clan so don’t disappoint us.”
Everyone nodded and they were full of fighting spirit. They saw the other representative of the other clans, but they didn’t talk to them as they will fight later.
2 hours later.
The air crackled with anticipation as the Mo Clan, known for their expertise in Illusion and spiritual attacks, arrived at the scene. Led by their esteemed Grand Elder, a figure revered for his ageless wisdom and mastery of the mystic arts, the Mo Clan exuded an air of confidence and authority.
As the Mo Clan warriors strode forward, their robes of deep azure billowed around them, their gazes locked on the other clans gathered before them. The Grand Elder, his eyes sharp and piercing, surveyed the scene with an almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Besides the Grand Elder stood five remarkable individuals, the leading geniuses of the Mo Clan. Each of them possessed an aura of power and skill that set them apart from ordinary cultivators. They were the embodiment of the Mo Clan’s legacy and its promise of dominance in the Mia World.
The first genius, Xander, radiated an icy aura, his silver hair contrasting with his piercing blue eyes. He was a master of frost-based techniques, capable of freezing his opponents in their tracks with a single flick of his fingers.
Next to him, Serena, a vision of grace and elegance, emanated an ethereal light. Her celestial beauty was matched only by her proficiency in the art of illusion, able to bend reality to her whims and ensnare the minds of those who dared to challenge her.
Standing tall and imposing was Victor, his muscular frame a testament to his unparalleled physical strength. With each step, the earth seemed to tremble beneath him, and his mastery of earth-based cultivation allowed him to manipulate the very ground he walked on.
Opposite Victor was Maya, her fiery red hair a reflection of her fierce temperament. Sparks danced in her wake, and her control over strange energies could unleash devastating damage to the mind of weak people.
Lastly, there was Cassandra, but no one had any information about her and seems to be mysterious.
As the Mo Clan’s presence loomed over the gathered clans, a hush fell upon the onlookers. The arrogance and self-assuredness emanating from the Mo Clan were palpable, a declaration of their unrivaled prowess and desire for dominance.
The Grand Elder, his voice commanding attention, addressed the assemblage with a tone of superiority. “Behold, the might of the Mo Clan! We have arrived to assert our rightful place as the foremost power in the Mia World. Let it be known that any who dare to challenge us shall face the full force of our unparalleled talents!”
His words echoed through the air, reverberating in the hearts of those present. The other clan leaders exchanged glances, a mix of determination and wariness in their eyes.
“Heh, arrogant”
The Yang and Wenson Family Clan leaders sneered at him while others ignored him.
With tensions mounting and battle lines drawn, the stage was set for a clash of genius. The Mo Clan had made their bold entrance, and the other clans knew that they must be confident and have a lot of trump cards.