Clan Leader Position

As she spoke, Yao Wan raised her hand without another word. After taking back control of her body, she lifted it slightly and drew that wisp of remnant soul into a golden rift she had opened.

The Progenitor had already done everything he ought to do and could do. What remained could naturally only be left to descendants like them.

After all, though their descendants might be incompetent, it was not as if they could truly do nothing at all.

The light golden eyes gradually returned to their former appearance. Yao Wan did not feel any fatigue in her body from the Medicine Emperor having borrowed it to fight. Her waist-length black hair, fastened with hair ornaments, swayed slightly, and beneath the dispersing dark clouds, daylight spilled down.

Countless Yao Clan members and invited experts from outside clans looked up at that beauty who bore an extreme resemblance to the Medicine Emperor, yet was fundamentally different, as she slowly descended from high in the sky.

After the calamity, the Yao Realm was slowly repairing itself. The dim void overhead gradually healed, revealing the sky that should have existed in the Yao Realm. At the same time, the gloom scattered, and daylight broke through the clouds.

Countless pale golden rays fell upon the slowly approaching Yao Wan, making the golden patterns on her sky blue silk skirt shine with even more dazzling brilliance.

Her short boots stepped upon the formless, immaterial void, yet each step rang out. Invisible stairs formed beneath her feet, then shattered and vanished into nothingness the moment Yao Wan moved her soles away.

"..."

The clansmen were deathly silent. Whether they were still-young disciples or prodigies who had already become Dou Saints, as they gazed at Yao Wan at this moment, they inevitably sank into boundless silence.