An elderly man appeared in the middle of the altar with gray hair and a long white beard. He was burly, showing his profound muscles even while wearing a loose black robe. His body did not exude a sage or immortal-like atmosphere to show his wisdom or longevity; no, his body exuded a primal or desolate aura, like an ancient creature who bathed in the bloodline of Gods, Demons, Devils, and Buddhas.
Every Ancient Clan member in this room recognized this person–the Daofather of the world and their clan, the Heaven Opening Emperor.
The mighty Emperor was momentarily confused as he looked around, "So, it worked?" he muttered, knowing his attempt to reach the lower dimension succeeded. A while ago, while still dead and in limbo, he sensed something important had happened in the lower dimension, so he spent a great deal of effort to arrive here.