"Fellow Daoists, that is the Stone Clan's situation..."
I gave the others a general account of what had happened to the Stone Clan. Everyone looked shocked, especially Yao Lao.
He actually came from the Medicine Clan, one of the Ancient Eight Clans, and knew these clans best. Hearing this news stirred countless emotions in him.
"The last time a war on this scale broke out between the ancient races was many, many years ago."
"Back then, there were far more than eight Dou God Clans on the Dou Qi Continent. But that war wiped out many of them, leaving only the eight that exist today."
"In the end, those eight remaining clans also suffered devastating casualties. Unwilling to keep fighting, they left the Dou Qi Continent one after another and secluded themselves in small worlds."
Yao Lao shook his head slightly, recounting a piece of ancient history, then sighed. "I never imagined the Soul Clan would start another great war. Can not even these last eight clans escape it?"
Shi Lezhi lamented, "What Ancient Eight Clans are there anymore? The Xiao Clan has been in decline for thousands of years, and now my clan has suffered this catastrophe. Only six remain."
My expression was grave. "Fellow Daoist Shi, perhaps... there aren't even six left!"
"What?!"
At my words, Shi Lezhi started in alarm. His eyes widened as he stared at me in horror. "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"
"The Soul Clan may not have targeted only the Stone Clan. Some of the other ancient clans may have suffered disaster too."
I shook my head slightly, leaving the others visibly stunned. But I knew I was not merely trying to frighten them. This was something that had happened before.
There had been no news of the Ling Clan or the