"It's actually the Luo Clan's surviving evildoers. As expected of the former number-one cultivation clan—even after its decline, its foundations are still far beyond what ordinary famous sects and great factions can compare to." Lin Xuan propped his chin on his hand, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.
"Martial Uncle, what are you talking about?" The Tianxuan Sect cultivators were left as if lost in clouds and fog. Xu Yin spoke with a somewhat bewildered expression.
The distance between You Province and Cloud Province was more than tens of millions of miles. Since this place was regarded as a barbaric land, news was naturally extremely blocked.
Back then, the upheaval in Xuanyuan City had shaken nearly all the sects and clans of Cloud Province, but the cultivators of You Province had simply never heard of it.
If it had nothing to do with them, they could hang it high and ignore it. No matter how many Cloud Province cultivators died or were injured, it meant nothing to them.
Lin Xuan, however, was different. As a participant, he knew almost the whole story from beginning to end. For the sake of the Asura God Blood, the Luo Clan's planning could not be called anything but meticulous, but unfortunately, ill luck had fallen on their heads. The cultivators who entered the Indeterminate River had been wiped out to the last man. Lin Xuan had originally thought that the Luo Clan of Heavenly Province had already been buried by history, becoming a lamentable legend. After all, the rise and fall of sects and clans was all too normal in the cultivation world.
Who would have known they were like a centipede that died but did not stiffen? The Luo Family Ancestor was worthy of being a Lihe Realm cultivator—utterly sly and