Each Encounter

After the plague fell, the dead across the Northwest Continent rioted en masse. Some minor factions suffered devastating losses, while great clans like the Gu Clan made a fortune.

There were very few Deathly Aura Tablets, so they sparked countless disputes. If not for the intertwined interests among the great clans, another conflict might have erupted. Soul Pearls, on the other hand, were plentiful beyond measure.

As for whether the Negative Energy should continue spreading beyond the border, representatives of the great clans offered differing opinions.

The negotiating table was often where conflicts of interest ran deepest.

After repeated deliberations, the Eight Ancient Clans ultimately decided not to allow the Negative Energy to spread any farther.

With the Northwest Continent fallen and countless dead turned into undead, they could gladly seize the benefits under the banner of "justice."

The Eight Ancient Clans had stood on the Dou Qi Continent for so many years. At the very least, they had to keep up appearances.

As for those who wanted to keep profiting from the Negative Energy, there was nothing they could do.

In their minds, the cheapest thing on the Dou Qi Continent was human life.

Almost every faction stored away a small amount of Negative Energy, dreaming of researching something useful from it.

Kurumi remained in the capital of the Snake People Empire within the Tagor Desert. Free from the interference of that mysterious aura, Huo Zhi's thoughts were once again influenced by fortune. She hurriedly came to bid Xiao Yan farewell, made countless promises, and only then boarded a warship back to the Yan Clan.

The Yan Clan's younger generation had suffered grievously this time. Huo Xuan had died, and the Fire Cloud Water Flame within him had vanished without a trace. Even a Heavenly Flame ranked outside the