Li Xuanji spat out a vast expanse behind him, tossing out more than a hundred sets of secret armor and secret artifacts.
Though the He Clan was poor and fallen, those two old Supreme beings had truly been rich beyond measure.
He Jiang, He Qing, and the other abandoned children behind him rejoiced at the sight and hurried forward to claim a set of artifacts each.
In the blink of an eye, they had changed completely. No longer were they clothed in rags; now they were covered head to toe in armor, their fighting spirit soaring.
"From this day forth, the direct lineage is abolished. Within the He Clan, all shall be treated equally. The capable shall rise, and the incapable shall fall!"
Clad in white, Li Xuanji strode through the thin barrier surrounding the ancestral city. The barrier automatically collapsed. Like those terrified direct-lineage disciples fleeing in disarray, no one and nothing could stop him from ascending to the throne of power over the He Clan.
The Dao might of the ancient vastness surged wildly in all directions as he formally entered the ancestral city.
Some direct-lineage disciples who posed even the slightest threat felt their bodies suddenly lighten as they fled. Amid terrified screams, they plunged one after another into that grand vastness, and before long, all sound from them vanished.
Overthrow had never been a dinner party. It was soaked in blood.
And for Li Xuanji, this was even more a Great Dao conflict.
"From this day forth, every member of the He Clan shall abandon the path of Eternal Pure Spirit and instead cultivate the native Dao!"
"This is not the He Clan abandoning Eternity. Eternity abandoned the He Clan first. Without reform, the He Clan has only one road left—death!"
"This poor Daoist shall preside