บท 593: The Altar Turned Silent

An elder from the white tiger clan stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Ancestors, we have made preparations as instructed." 

The other clan elders behind him reverently presented an assortment of items: robes, bones, weapons, incense burners, horsetail whisks, and other peculiar artifacts.

The ancient kings, in a synchronized movement, gathered these items. They seemed to merge into a singular form, pulsing with overwhelming energy. The magnitude of this energy was such that the very atmosphere began to tremble.

Qin Huai, positioned at the base of the mountain, remained stoic, yet his gaze sharpened. He locked eyes with the assembly of kings. "Do these items hold a similar power to your rainbow dragon scales?" 

The little emperor scowled in response. "How dare you compare them to the illustrious rainbow dragon scales? Those artifacts don't even hold a candle to them."