For a moment, they staggered back, their faces turning unsightly.
Inside, the seven inheritors glanced at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became eerie.
The next instant, everyone turned into streaks of light and flew towards the inheritance site at high speed.
But soon, they came rushing back out with furrowed brows.
They then appeared and disappeared in various houses, their faces growing darker and the atmosphere more sinister.
Watching this unfold from outside, Yang Ji couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
The strength of the seven arrivals was quite extraordinary, with the weakest at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
Among them, the white-haired elder was a Nascent Soul Second Realm master who had already transcended the Fire Tribulation and was only a step away from reaching the Nascent Soul Third Realm and achieving a Pure Yang Primordial Spirit.
The elder, who should have been confident of victory, now had a deeply furrowed brow, looking utterly dejected.