Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123 The feeling of déjà vu made Feng Hao's eyes flash with astonishment. He subconsciously wanted to raise his head to look at the female Ancient God's appearance. However, an invisible pressure pressed down on him when he raised his head. He couldn't raise his head, let alone see her face.
"Huff … Huff …"
After he gave up on raising his head, the pressure slowly dissipated. Feng Hao panted heavily, his back drenched in sweat.
The statues of the three Ancient Gods seemed to contain a great power of the Heavens and Earth that no one could surpass and resist. It was as if the three Ancient Gods were standing there, exuding a supreme pressure that even a half-step Great Sovereign wouldn't be able to withstand and would have no choice but to submit.
"Where have I seen them before?"
Although he was panting, Feng Hao's eyes flickered as he pondered.
He searched through all the memories in his mind and found the only powerful and mysterious person he had seen … The white-clothed woman in Xuanming Heaven.
In Xuanming Heaven, the white-clothed woman in the jade coffin was extremely powerful. She scared off the Immortal Organization's Immortal Venerables and even helped him through the ninth orifice's Heavenly Punishment.
The figure that appeared in the tribulation clouds was the one that Feng Hao had the most vivid memory of. Every time he thought of it, he would shudder.
Now, it was the same. In those cold eyes, he saw destruction and death.
As for the white-clothed woman, she was actually able to block the attack from that figure. From this, it could be seen just how extraordinary she was. If it wasn't for her, Fenghao was certain that he would have definitely died to the Heavenly Punishment.
However, even though the woman had woken up, she had lost all of her memories. As a result, Fenghao was unable to determine her true identity. And now, she had once again fallen into a deep slumber because she was resisting that figure.
Although the figure of the woman in white had appeared in his mind, there was still a huge gap between her and the statue of the ancient goddess Nuwa in front of him.
Although Feng Hao didn't understand the difference between the two, a voice in his mind was telling him that the white-clothed woman was definitely not Ancient Goddess Nuwa.
This was a very strange feeling, but Feng Hao believed it.
However, now that he thought of the woman in white, he felt that it was necessary to make another trip to Xuanming Heaven to investigate some things.
Just as he was thinking, the Hundred Race Tower's tower master finished his prayer. He slowly stood up and faced the crowd.
"Under the protection of the Ancient Gods, this world will continue to exist, and the hundred races will prosper …"
After the old man finished speaking, he raised his hands slightly. Everyone in the hall felt a force pushing them up, and they all stood up.
"Today, I've gathered here with all of you to confer the title of an elder …" The old man no longer gave a long speech like he did during the Hundred Races Grand Tournament. His words were simple and concise. "Human, Feng Hao."
At the old man's signal, Feng Hao walked out and stood in front of him.
"As an elder of the Hundred Race Tower, you must take on the responsibility of supporting the various races and ensuring that the hundred races continue to prosper …"
The old man read out the rules, then locked his gaze on Feng Hao and asked seriously, "Feng Hao, are you willing to become one of the ten great elders of the Hundred Race Tower?"
"Yes."
After frowning slightly, Feng Hao nodded seriously.
Just as Xue Luo had explained, supporting the various races would allow the other races to merge with the human race. It would be even easier for the hundred races to prosper. Developing oneself was equivalent to increasing the overall strength of the hundred races.
As such, there were not many restrictions even if one became an elder of the Hundred Race Tower.
However, Feng Hao knew that the protector races had always stuck to this rule. Moreover, they had always worked hard and never wavered.
The old man stared silently into Feng Hao's eyes for a long time, then nodded slightly. "Under the witness of the ancient gods, I hereby announce that the human Feng Hao will become one of the ten great elders of the Hundred Race Tower."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his hand, and a small tower that flowed with light appeared on the palm of the old man's hand. After that, he walked over to Fenghao and placed the small tower on Fenghao's palm.
The tower felt rather warm as it pressed against his palm, like a piece of warm jade.
A hint of surprise flashed through Feng Hao's eyes as he looked at the tower that resembled the model of the Hundred Race Tower.
He sensed a powerful ripple within the tower, as well as an indescribable intent that swirled around it like a mountain or an ocean.
This made Fenghao realize that this small pagoda wasn't just a simple model. It was more like a divine weapon that could suppress all living things.
"Drip blood."
The old man reminded him while he was lost in thought.
Upon hearing this, Fenghao did not hesitate much. With a thought, a drop of blood dripped from the tip of his finger and directly landed on the small tower. After which, it slowly seeped into the body of the tower.
Following that, the tower shone even brighter. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the tower slowly entered Feng Hao's palm, giving him the feeling that it was connected to his flesh and blood.
Due to his curiosity, when the small pagoda fused into his palm, Fenghao directed his mind into the small pagoda.
In an instant, his pupils dilated while intense shock surged into his eyes.
This was because when Fenghao's consciousness seeped into the small pagoda, he actually saw a world with mountains and rivers.
A real world.
Although the space inside the small pagoda wasn't very big, the lush greenery inside told Fenghao that even if a living creature were to be placed inside the small pagoda, it would be fine.
This was what shocked Feng Hao.
In other words, not only was the tower a weapon, but it was also a Space Ring that could carry living creatures.
"With this tower, you can enter all the regions of the Hundred Clans Tower." Noticing his shock, the corners of the old man's mouth curled into a faint smile as he kindly reminded him.
"Thank you, tower lord."
Fenghao bowed and respectfully cupped his hands to salute him.
"No need to thank me. You've earned this yourself."
The old man stroked the long white beard on his chin. His slightly narrowed eyes revealed a satisfied and appreciative expression. "However, I must remind you that you must remember your duty."
"Feng Hao understands."
Feng Hao nodded. A complicated look flashed through his eyes as he lowered his head.
It was impossible for him to protect the entire race. However, he could guarantee that he would not offend the other races. If the Hundred Clans were in trouble, he would stand out when necessary.
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