The Xu Family's prized possession is a piece of ragged cloth, yet it caused Wang Changsheng to look incredibly solemn, stunning Wang Da, Wang Er, and the others one by one.
Shi Hao felt his scalp tingle as he heard endless cries of slaughter, all emanating from that piece of cloth.
The cloth draped over the Great Elder was indeed extremely worn and wrinkled, with holes and other signs of decay, seemingly on the verge of falling apart completely.
Roughly, it could be discerned as a flag with various stains of blood, marked heavily by time, evidently an ancient relic.
"In the cataclysmic battle at the end of the Ancient Immortal Era, this was once an Ironblood War Flag, held by the True Immortal, leading all races to battle against the Different Domain's thousands of troops..." Wang Changsheng muttered to himself.
Even he was somewhat moved.
"Indeed, it is this very war flag!" the Great Elder said.
