Xia Yuzhen finally realized with crystal clarity that the Xia Clan had all but abandoned her.
This abandonment did not mean they no longer regarded her as a direct descendant of the Xia Clan. It meant the Xia Clan would no longer grant her any important resources or opportunities.
A Thousand Heng Level cultivator whose severed arm could not regrow meant her cultivation would never improve by even the slightest bit in the future. It might even decline.
The stump of her lost right arm had yet to heal. It constantly dripped strange black pus, while the remaining Witch Mark Power clung to her like maggots on bone.
To purge this strange Wuze Pollution, she had immediately sought an audience with a Myriad Heng Level ancestor of the clan after fleeing back, receiving the blessing of an "Eternal Baptism."
Yet unfortunately, things had only improved for a short while before reverting to this damned state.
After examining her, that Xia Clan Old Ancestor merely shook his head with regret and a touch of indifference. "Guxin has become even more troublesome. This old man can only temporarily stop the Wuze Pollution from further eroding you. To purge it completely, however, would require Ancestor Xia Gu to awaken from his slumber..."
He was no longer willing to intervene.
Or perhaps he felt that even if he did, it would be of no use.
Even among Myriad Heng Level cultivators, there were differences in attainment. That Ancient Xin Sorcerer was a late-stage Myriad Heng Level existence.
As for Ancestor Xia Gu, he had been the Xia Clan's first Myriad Heng Level supreme being. He had once shaken Eternity countless ages ago. Though incomparably powerful, after suppressing the Yu Clan, he had fallen into an enduring slumber.
Though not dead, he was little different