Outside Anyuan Pavilion!
Here lay Anyuan Plaza.
Even within the Guan Zizai Realm, Anyuan Plaza was exceptionally vast.
Ordinarily, this was a solemn and proper place, where sparring and fighting were naturally forbidden. However, today, the clan emperor had given his word, and there was also the intention of letting the ancestral remnant souls see for themselves. Thus, Li Tianming and An Tianyi's duel was naturally set in Anyuan Plaza.
These two were currently the strongest juniors in the An Clan under a thousand years old, and they nearly represented two futures for the An Clan: remaining independent, or drawing close to the Divine Tomb Cult.
"All that could be said was that when An Dingtian was young, agreeing to An Luan and Mu Dongyuan's union had already decided that he would stand shoulder to shoulder with the Divine Tomb Cult. Perhaps he had also been provoked by the Supreme Emperor at the time. But now, as he neared retirement after achieving success, the appearance of youngsters like An Yang and me may have given him new thoughts!"
Li Tianming was familiar with the rules of imperial dynasties and power struggles. The Divine Tomb Cult was indeed powerful, and the ten Xuanting imperial clans were indeed a scattered heap of sand. Under such circumstances, whoever drew close to the Divine Tomb Cult first would certainly have a better future.
Yet this would inevitably breed a hidden danger: if the Divine Tomb Cult completely lost all competitors within Xuanting, it would certainly devour its allies first, until those allies became part of its belly—just like the Lin Clan Soul Gods.
At that point, there would no longer be an imperial An Clan in that era.
Perhaps An Dingtian had once had no choice. But now, whether it was the chance he