"There's only one drop of blood, and only one heir!"
Just as Ye Tianchen and the Son of Sea God almost simultaneously took action — neither willing to give up this great celestial fate — reaching for the bowl on the sacrificial altar, a voice rang out, one both familiar and known to them: the voice of the shocking world roc, still indistinguishable whether male or female, yet seemingly cutting through the ages, resounding within their minds.
Stop!
Ye Tianchen and the Son of Sea God almost simultaneously halted their actions, not because they wanted to stop, but because they had to. As the voice rang out, the bowl placed on the altar began to float up gradually. An array pattern was faintly visible at the bottom of the bowl, seemingly activating something. Should a problem arise, there might be a change with this bowl!
"What does this mean? Not allowing us to simultaneously seize it?" the Son of Sea God muttered to himself.
