Old Yao, born into the Yao Clan, knew something of the strength of the Ancient Races. After becoming a Dou Sheng and learning more secrets, his understanding of those Ancient Races had deepened even further.
To such clans, Dou Zuns were nothing. Dou Shengs were their true upper echelon. Before the Ancient Races, Starfall Pavilion of the present Mingzhen Continent was no more than a child.
Yet now, such a powerful clan had actually been wiped out—and without anyone noticing. How could that not be shocking?
Still, shocking as it was, it was beyond Old Yao's ability to intervene. All he could access was superficial information. To be precise, no information had been released at all.
The only news was that the Spirit Clan had been destroyed.
By now, all other possibilities had likely been ruled out. What everyone accepted was that the Spirit Clan had perished. Yet the Spirit Clan's strength was widely acknowledged across the continent. To destroy them would require an exceptionally powerful force.
In everyone's minds, only two forces were qualified to accomplish such a thing: the Ancient Clan, also one of the Eight Ancient Clans, and... the Soul Clan...!
As for this news, neither clan had made any major response. The Ancient Clan was better; it immediately denied the matter. As for the Soul Clan, not a single word had come from them even now.
The destruction of the Spirit Clan caused an enormous uproar across the continent. Coupled with the affairs of Starfall Pavilion and the Nether River Alliance, many people felt that a storm was coming.
Yet so long as such matters did not fall upon their own heads, those people would at most gossip about them for a few moments before letting them fade away and returning to their own affairs. After