Many matters had now entered their final stage. As long as Ye Xiwen uprooted the leaders and upper echelons of the two clans, the human race's rise within the four provinces would be set in stone, and no one would be able to contend against them.
The great momentum had already taken shape, and Ye Xiwen was now going to drive in its final nail.
Within Stone Province, the Stone Clan was undoubtedly the most powerful race. After many years of petrification, Stone Province had even become an environment exceptionally suited to the Stone Clan's survival. Other races simply could not survive here unless they were martial arts experts, and even martial arts experts could hardly be mentioned in the same breath as Stone Province and the Stone Clan.
Ye Xiwen flew high above the vast skies of Stone Province and opened his Double Pupils. In an instant, the entirety of Stone Province fell into his sight, visible at a single glance. With a casual movement of his hand, he could draw a geomantic map of Stone Province.
That was the level of strength he possessed now. Without such power, how could he command an entire province?
Even a single city like Stormwind City was like a small continent, while a province like Stone Province was boundlessly vast. Forget ordinary people—even among martial artists, only a small portion could travel from one end of a province to the other within their lifetimes.
To the living beings in many remote regions, the province where they lived was the entire world. They had no idea just how vast this world truly was.
After taking in all of Stone Province with a glance, Ye Xiwen quickly located the Stone Clan's ancestral land. It was not difficult. Only that place contained the auras of