The Xuanwu Ancestor stroked his beard gently, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, and then instantly fled.

Seeing that the other three had all run away, the White Tiger Ancestor was on the verge of tears.

He, a venerable patriarch, was forced into a corner.

"You're so righteous, Ancestor! We're family, how could you abandon me at a time like this?"

Xu Xiwang chuckled.

"hehe."

The White Tiger Ancestor forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. He patted his forehead and sighed, "Oh dear, look at my old bones, my memory is really bad. Bai Jing is sick and can't get out of bed. I forgot to drink the medicine I brewed for him before I left. I have to hurry back."

After finishing his words, the White Tiger Ancestor left hastily without waiting for Xu Xiwang to stop him.

"......."

Xu Xiwang was helpless. These guys were simply unreliable. They would leave whenever they wanted, each one more decisive than the last.

Especially the White Tiger Clan patriarch, whose son Bai Jing is as strong as an ox but can't get out of bed, who would believe that?

"Ha ha......"

The Underworld Mother looked at the departing figures of the four patriarchs with disdain and chuckled, "These old fellows really have lost their integrity."

Xu Xiwang nodded slightly, without saying anything.

His deep gaze fell upon the dark sky, where a wisp of purple-gold light appeared.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to turn purple and gold, with a vast and powerful pressure descending.

Suddenly, a gate appeared from the dark sky, radiating brilliant divine light and exuding a terrifying aura, as if it could suppress the ancient starry river.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of thunderous sounds came, deafening and causing the earth to tremble.

The gate was wide open, and the interior was a chaotic and indistinct place.

Two bronze sculptures stand on either side of the gate, their bodies radiating a purple-gold glow, exuding an air of mystery.