I was somewhat shocked, and somewhat uneasy. Looking closely, I saw that the tomb was exceedingly simple. Compared with the royal tombs of the successive Snake-People Queens I had once seen in the Snake-People Small World, Xiao Xuan's tomb did not look remotely like the resting place of a Dou Sheng powerhouse or the patriarch of one of the Ancient Eight Clans.
It was a small fragment of land floating in the pitch-black, boundless void. A black stone stele stood upon it, and behind the stele was a small mound of earth, only a few feet high, no taller than an ordinary person.
If not for the tombstone planted before it, perhaps even someone passing by would not realize there was a grave beneath their feet, burying a figure who had once shaken the world.
"Who in this world can escape death? No matter how peerless your talent or unrivaled your splendor, in the end, you become nothing more than a handful of yellow earth..."
I shuddered violently. Looking at the tomb before me, I felt an inexplicable fear. It was a fear of death, born from seeing Xiao Xuan kill the Blood Blade Saint with a single move, only to now find him reduced to such a lonely grave.
Xiao Xuan did not notice. He turned around and suddenly smiled at me, looking very pleased. "Nalan, can you tell me what the Xiao Clan is like now?"
I was silent for a while, but ultimately chose to tell Xiao Xuan the truth. I roughly recounted everything I knew of the Xiao Family's past over these years.
"Ancestor, there is no longer a Xiao Clan. There is only the Xiao Family of Wutan City..."
As I told him each matter, Xiao Xuan listened with complete focus, utterly absorbed. Perhaps during