The Ancient Clan.
One of the Eight Great Ancient Clans, it boasted countless powerful experts, with Dou Zuns and Dou Sects beyond number, as well as several hidden, supreme Dou Saints.
This internal strife within the Ancient Clan—how could Chi Yu, who knew the plot so well, possibly be unaware of it?
So-called power struggles, coupled with outsiders fanning the flames.
This Xiao Xun Er—no, she should now be called Gu Xun Er—would enter the Land of Inheritance to obtain its legacy, and once she emerged, she would undergo a complete transformation.
But to Chi Yu, it was nothing more than a trivial squabble.
Chi Yu brought Ling Ying to the Ancient Clan without wasting any effort. His purpose was clear. Without hesitation, he unleashed the pressure of a Seven-Star Dou Saint, completely suppressing the internal strife.
"Will you submit or not?"
"S-Senior, please withdraw your divine power! We submit... we submit." The several Ancient Clan Elders collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat and terrified beyond measure.
"Since you submit, the Ancient Clan shall belong to This Seat from now on. You must submit to This Seat. There is no room for negotiation."
The Elders all wore bitter smiles.
Just then, several voices rang out from the Void.
"Fellow Daoist, have you not gone too far?"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Three white-haired figures descended before Chi Yu, their cultivation unmistakably at the Dou Saint level.
"Heh, This Seat has gone too far? And why do you say that?" Chi Yu sneered disdainfully.
"Hmph, you outsider brat, what right do you have to interfere in the affairs of our Ancient Clan? You even dare to demand that our Ancient Clan submit to you?"
Ling Ying stood frozen at the side. He had no idea why Chi Yu would say such things,