As Xiao Xuan's mind gradually awakened from the Heavenly Tomb Stone Tablet, everything before his eyes was no longer the dim, dreary world of the Heavenly Tomb.
As he slowly came back to himself, everything before him stirred a faint ripple through his mind.
Was this a dream?
If it was a dream, it was far too real.
And if it was reality, then it was far too illusory.
That dazed sensation did not last long. With the help of an external force, his muddled, hazy consciousness swiftly recovered its clarity. At the same time, he almost immediately sensed the two powerful auras before him, auras that seemed capable of drowning even his soul.
That was the realm he had pursued his entire life yet never reached, the end point of the Dou Qi Continent. Even their auras alone were enough to make one tremble from the depths of the soul.
But even in his soul state, the bloodline connection still tied them together, silently telling him a fact that filled him with incomparable excitement.
The powerful beings before him, who had already become Dou Di, were precisely descendants of their Xiao Clan.
"—Although I already had such a feeling earlier in the Heavenly Tomb, I did not have time to confirm it before you hurried off to the battlefield. From the looks of it, you truly did not disappoint me."
Xiao Xuan looked at Xiao Yan at this moment, his eyes naturally filled with endless gratification.
"Everything Xiao Yan has achieved today is naturally inseparable from the help Ancestor gave me back then. This kindness is something Xiao Yan will never forget, even when my teeth fall out."
Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Xuan's soul, whose aura was gradually growing stronger with almost every breath, and then spoke.
"You