In the ancient wilderness, among the great races, the four dominant overlords had originally been the Human Race, Demon Race, Sea Race, and Hundred Clans Alliance.
The next tier consisted of the royal clans of the major races, followed by forces one level lower, such as the Human Race's twenty-eight Marquis Clans.
Among them, those truly ranked at the pinnacle were still primarily the royal clans.
That was why Ye Xiwen's successive destruction of three clans had caused such shock. Two of those clans had been royal clans—races that were often the foremost powers and pillar supports of their respective peoples, with foundations as deep as the sea and defenses that were exceedingly difficult to breach.
Even when the Devil Race had breached the royal court, it had relied on the traitorous Wang Family. Otherwise, it would never have had the chance. That was precisely what everyone found so astonishing.
Which royal clan had not weathered years of warfare and stood unshaken in the long river of time before finally entering the ranks of royal clans?
Yet Ye Xiwen alone had already earned such an assessment from everyone. This was enough to show just how highly the various races regarded him.
However, no one lingered over their emotions for long. Before long, they had all arrived at the gates of the passageway. After their identities were checked, they were quickly allowed through.
Mixed in among the crowd, Ye Xiwen followed them in. He neither confirmed nor denied their assessments, showing almost no reaction. Others did not know the truth, which was why they had fallen into such misunderstandings.
In their eyes, what truly warranted their attention was not Ye Xiwen alone. No matter how powerful he was, he could not single-handedly elevate a clan into a royal clan. To become