SSS Ranked Transmigration: Taming Beauties and The Beasts!

At the same time when Cain used his bloodline power up to the 9-Tailed form for the second time, on the Main Continent there stood a vast mountain range enveloped by fog that drifted into misty valleys brimming with ancient forests.

Within this rugged expanse rose a colossal, majestic building that dominated the landscape.

The steps leading to the building were carved from obsidian, each riser etched with curling fox motifs and arcane runes. Faint wisps of demonic energy swirl between crevices, shimmering like trapped moonlight in the darkness.

Tall, lacquered pillars of blackwood frame the massive double doors, each door carved with an intricate nine-tailed fox design. The fox's tails appear to shift when viewed from different angles, a subtle enchantment that hints at the illusions this race was known for.

Upon entering, one was greeted by a hushed reverence. Flickering braziers line the perimeter, their silver-blue flames giving off a gentle glow that casted dancing shadows on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of foxfire incense, a rare blend said to open the mind's eye to ancestral voices.

Sweeping across the hall's walls are murals depicting the race's glorious history where a sea of demonic foxes brandishing illusions, clashing with ancient foes, forging pacts with celestial forces. Between these grand murals hang scrolls inscribed with genealogies, each tail of the illustrious bloodlines carefully recorded in calligraphy.

At the far end stands a towering statue carved from a single block of moonlit jade, illuminated from below by hidden array formations.

The statue depicts the original 9-Tailed Heavenly Demon Fox as a majestic figure with nine sweeping tails that fan out gracefully behind them. The statue's eyes, set with spirit-crystal inlays, seemingly alive, quietly watching over the hall.

Standing before this imposing monument was the Patriarch, wearing clad in flowing white and gold robes embroidered with stylized fox tails.

His presence resonates with power; faint illusions flicker around him, as if the air itself bends in deference. The flicker of the braziers highlights fine, vulpine features as the faint suggestions of ears or a tail if one looks closely enough.

Behind the Patriarch, numerous individuals had assembled, awaiting his command. With a measured step, he tapped his foot on the floor twice.

"Twice," he repeated, his voice echoing throughout the Ancestral Hall. "The statue has trembled twice in the span of just two days."

Pausing briefly, he turned to address the crowd gathered in the hall. "Legends tell us that if this statue even shifts by a single inch, it signals the moment our race will ascend and dominate the world. But now, the statue has moved twice, and the second vibration was even stronger than the first."

His gaze swept over the onlookers, lingering for a moment on each, before his foot once again tapped in a thoughtful rhythm against the polished floor. "Now, share what you have discovered. Any clue, no matter how small it is since it may lead us to the cause of this phenomenon."

A middle aged man in his late 50s stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Reporting to the patriarch, I sent some people to observe the Abyssal Dragon Cult's activities. So far, it seems they've made no significant moves."
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"Tch," the Patriarch clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. "That man is as cunning as the old men of our clan who were already nearing their lifespan. Hu Huang, you will go to them personally. Ask if they've detected any large-scale movement in the past two days. Before you leave, remind them that if they dare to touch anything related to us, I will immediately go there in person and they will regret it."

Before Hu Huang could respond, an old man's voice filled with the vicissitude of life reverberated through the hall. "Little Tian, you still haven't changed at all even after all these years. Do you forget how often you'd come running to me whenever you make a mistake when you're still a child?"

"Old Lao, please preserve your strength and don't trouble yourself too much with clan affairs. If we manage to locate the source behind these two tremors, we may gain an unexpected advantage. You might even find a breakthrough that will extend your life." The Patriarch tilted his head as his gaze seemingly looked beyond the Ancestral Hall into the depths of the mountain range.

Old Lao replied with a hearty laugh. "Hahahaha, don't worry about me, Patriarch. If such a grand discovery exists, you should either use it yourself to prepare for the looming new era or give it to the family's most promising talents. Let them grow stronger and faster."

Because the things that could prolong his life or help him in breaking through with his strength wasn't something that could be obtained easily, his thought about living longer had been long gone as his lifespan was already nearing his end.

That's why even if there was something good, his only thought was naturally to let the younger generation use it instead of himself. Especially to the current Patriarch as he was the strongest in the 9-Tailed Heavenly Demonic Fox Race.

Old Lao then added, "Little Huang, remind the Abyssal Dragon Cult that if it comes down to it, I will show up personally rather than sending Little Tian. Let me do at least one more thing for our family before I leave this world."

Sigh!

The patriarch let out a long sigh before waving his hand, signalling Hu Huang to go. "Very well, Hu Huang. You know what you must do."

"I'll leave at once." With a quick nod, Hu Huang bowed first to the Patriarch and then offered a deeper bow in Old Lao's direction, acknowledging the old man's words before departing with measured haste.

Immediately afterward, an older man with flowing white hair and a long beard stepped forward. "Patriarch, we have no reports of newly uncovered secret realms or ruins in these past days. We even revisited certain known areas to check for anomalies but found nothing unusual."