An aged He Clan Supreme hurried up the tower and shouted in panic, "Patriarch, disaster is at hand! That He Xuanji has brought all the castoffs with him—he means to devour his master!"
This old man was, apart from He Huagu, the only Eternal Life Realm member left in the He Clan direct lineage.
His cultivation was not particularly strong either, merely two or three Constant quantities.
"Who would have thought that our He Clan, eternal through the ages, would fall to such a state? The great edifice is about to collapse, yet only a handful are willing to step forward..."
He Huagu's black robe rustled bleakly in the river wind. He cast this aged Supreme a desolate glance, then dusted off his long robe and straightened his jade crown.
"Come. Follow this old man and meet the enemy! Though the He Clan has declined, you and I must still defend this final shred of the direct lineage's backbone, cough, cough!"
After coughing twice, He Huagu finally stepped forth, treading across the sprawling He Clan palace complexes that rolled like clouds as he went to meet those castoffs crossing the river.
The aged Supreme looked equally disheartened and followed close behind.
The two He Clan Supremes, whose potential had long been exhausted, strode through the void and left the ancestral city. The river wind stirred their withered hair and beards, making them appear all the more desolate.
"Follow the Patriarch and the clan elder! Suppress and kill that He Xuanji! Trample those damned castoffs!"
From the lavish, ancient palace complexes below, groups of furious He Clan disciples also charged out, armored and sword in hand, rushing toward the outer city.
Along the way, their numbers steadily grew, their fervor surging like a tide.
One after another, they shouted that He