Ye Xiwen followed behind the two of them, at a loss for words. The people he had fought in the past had all been geniuses born with supremely noble bloodlines. Only by defeating those so-called noble bloodlines step by step had he reached where he was today.
But now, his descendants would rise by relying on his wings. A lineage on the level of a Seal King Faction—perhaps in several hundred thousand years, that would become reality.
And he would become the founding ancestor of this lineage, a figure like the Battle Saint.
Over the years, the people he dealt with had all been old fossils who had lived for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years. Even among his peers, those who had lived tens of thousands of years were everywhere.
Compared to them, his own years of cultivation did not even amount to a fraction of theirs. It truly was nothing, and he had never noticed it before.
Little by little, he too had changed from a junior brat into the ancestor of an entire clan.
When he first returned to the Yi Yuan Sect, the Ye Family had only just begun to branch out. Back then, the Ye Family was merely the Ye Family.
But now, the Ye Family could be called the Ye Clan.
A powerful clan, no longer merely a family.
Ye Xiwen was deeply moved as well, feeling his state of mind gradually undergoing a change.
And it was not only the Ye Family of the True Martial Realm that was changing, but also the ancient Ye Family and the lineage he had established in the Heavenly Realm. It was an intangible transformation. So long as he remained, nothing would go wrong.
No matter how much Dragon Island and the others hated him,