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Gradually, Mo Beichen noticed that the people behind him started whispering and the atmosphere had become different.

"Tell me, where are we going?"

"This road... It seems to lead to the Hundred Shrine. "

"Nonsense! It's not like you don't know where the Hundred Shrine is. Moreover, the Hundred Shrine is only opened once every three years, so there's still quite a bit of time before it opens again! "

"I was just guessing casually! "Look at how anxious you are ?"

Different from what others were guessing, Yang Yan had a solemn expression on his face, and a little respect was mixed within. Because he was alone at the front, no one could see the expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"This... it really seems to be a road that leads to the Hundred Shrine! "

"Are we really going to the Hundred Shrine?" The crowd immediately became excited.

The Hundred Shrine was a mysterious place in everyone's hearts. It was also the most sacred place in the city. It was a sacred place that everyone respected and yearned for.

It was said that ever since the construction of this city had begun, the Hundred Shrine had been simultaneously constructed.

Even when the city was completed, the Hundred Shrine had only completed the most basic of construction. In the end, after several generations of hard work, the Hundred Shrine was finally completed. At that moment, the crowd raised their heads to the sky and loudly sang. They cried tears of joy, and it was as if they were celebrating a grand festival that lasted for three days and three nights.

All the hard work and effort of his clansmen had been poured into this great hall, so it held an extraordinary significance to everyone here.

Not only did the Hundred Shrine worship the most powerful deities from every clan, recording the great events that happened throughout the years, but there were also countless top-notch cultivation techniques and martial skills.

All along the way, everyone's heart surged with surging waves, and they all wore expressions of reverence. Even though it was not the first time that some people had come here, they could not suppress the excitement in their hearts. Their faces were filled with reverence and fanaticism.

Arriving at an underground entrance, they walked down a flight of stairs before coming to a stop.

Mo Beichen could see the pride and reverence on everyone's faces. They were completely sincere without a hint of pretence. He couldn't help but guess what kind of place it was to make people perform so strangely.

Walking up the stairs, when his eyes turned to look in front and saw the grand scenery, Mo Beichen could not help but to be shocked.

How was this a great hall? It was clearly an enormous underground city!

The orderly lined up streets, completely different styles of buildings, and the sun-like figure of an unknown object that was emitting intense light in the sky made Mo Beichen sigh in admiration from the bottom of his heart. How did they build such a huge and grand project in the first place?

The entire city was filled with dignity, causing people to sigh in admiration from the bottom of their hearts. Especially the two rows of ten enormous sculptures of all shapes and sizes in front of the main hall; they were extremely attractive.

Some carried swords on their backs, while others knelt on one knee. Their respectful expressions made it seem as if they were worshipping a great king, while others held their warhammers and faced upwards. Their faces were filled with pride, making one's blood boil.

He was riding a mutated beast and swinging his sword and howling. The fighting spirit reflected in his eyes was like blazing flames. He stood with his arms behind his back and gazed into the distance. His imposing figure gave people a feeling of incomparable safety ?

Facing these ten characters with different shapes, any description would seem pale and powerless.

The vivid and lifelike image gave people endless desolation and aloofness. As he got closer, he could still feel the murderous aura emanating from it.

These were merely ten statues. Not only had they successfully molded their outer appearances, they had also fully displayed their characteristics and auras. Mo Beichen could not help but sigh in admiration in his heart. He was extremely impressed by the sculptors. Such craftsmanship could be said to be superb, even if it were a god made work of ghosts.

Looking at the people beside him, everyone's faces were filled with incomparable reverence, grief and shock. Stunned, they stared at the ancestors who had guided them in the past. Some of their faces were already covered in tears.

"The ancient war between deities caused all races and deities to participate. As War Clan, our divine beings are naturally incomparably powerful. It was their sacrifice that brought us to our last gasp. "

Yang Yan's sorrowful voice suddenly came into his ears.

Listening to him say that, Mo Beichen realized that these ten huge statues in front of him, should be the Gods that he spoke of.

But Mo Beichen was still a little curious, why did they call themselves War Clan?

It was unknown if Yang Yan guessed what he was thinking, but she asked him, "What do you know about the god's descendants and War Clan?"2

Mo Beichen shook her head lightly, she simply did not know what he was talking about.

Divine descendant race?

Before today, he had never heard of there being a god's descendant clan, let alone any War Clan.

Yang Yan thought for a bit with a slight nod of his head, then began to speak by himself: "A long, long time ago, there were no ordinary humans in this world. There was also one type of person who had exceptional talent. They were born with all kinds of powerful strength, and were known to be part of the divine descendant race.

Gradually, based on their own characteristics, they evolved into their own species. During the most prosperous period, there were over ten thousand of these races.

Just like ordinary people, wherever there were people, there would be struggles and wars.

For all sorts of reasons, there were endless conflicts between different races, and battles of different sizes continued for a long time.

During this period of time, there were ten races that used their powerful strengths to stand out and gradually became the strongest existences among all races. In the end, they were the ones who led the other races until the outbreak of the divine battle.

Because they were innately good at fighting, and because of their extremely destructive power, people call them War Clan, "

Even though he was the noble master of a city and Yang Yan's strength was unfathomable, when he introduced the history of his own people, the pride that emerged from between his brows caused Mo Beichen to raise his eyebrows in surprise.

[I believe that no matter who it is, as long as they have this kind of tribe, they should be worthy of being proud and proud, right?]

Hearing his explanation, Mo Beichen finally understood what War Clan was and couldn't help but exclaim once again.

The clan of god descendants that Yang Yan spoke of should be the first group of strong humans to appear in the legends!

Who would have thought that the legendary races actually existed, and that there were so many of them! If the world were to find out about this, it would probably cause a huge uproar!

Suddenly turning around, Yang Yan looked at everyone and said seriously: "Everyone, due to special circumstances, the Hundred Temples opens once every three years, now it's open once every three months. Everyone could choose any kind of cultivation technique based on their own strength, and there were no restrictions at all. I hope that everyone can inform each other as soon as possible. "

Yang Yan unpredictably announced this shocking news, catching everyone off guard and causing them to all stand in their original spot in a daze.

"What?"

"Is, is this true?"

"Am I hallucinating? We can actually enter the Hundred God Hall only once every three months? "

The surrounding people's expressions changed drastically when they heard this. They all cried out in alarm, afraid that they had misheard.

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