As the discussions in the city grew increasingly lively, the gates to the Ancient Realm slowly opened.
At the center of Holy City lay an enormous lake, filled with koi that seemed to drift through empty air without support. Its depths were impossible to see through at a glance, dark and profound like an abyss.
Around the lake, armored figures stood with spears in hand. Their powerful auras spread outward, making everyone nearby fall silent, clearly intimidated by the Ancient Clan's might.
"Everyone, the Ancient Realm is about to open. The terrain within is vast, and if you stumble into any spatial rifts, you may very well lose your life. Therefore, please do not wander about recklessly."
"After entering the Ancient Realm, someone will naturally receive you and escort you to its center. In addition, many descendant folk live within the Ancient Realm. If you disrupt their lives, you will be blacklisted by our Ancient Clan. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present changed expression slightly and hurriedly clasped their hands in acknowledgment. None dared disobey.
Being blacklisted by the Ancient Clan would be an unbearable loss for any faction. Given its supreme standing among the Eight Clans, even the other six clans might no longer welcome them. The cost was truly severe.
However, unlike the others, Xiao Yan's attention was focused elsewhere.
"...Descendant folk?"
He murmured to himself, as if recalling this rather familiar term.
"Descendant folk are the lowest class among these ancient clans. Most of them possess Dou Di bloodlines, but theirs are so faint they can practically be ignored. Yet if their bloodline mutates, they can rise in a single leap to become true members of the Eight Clans and receive honorable treatment."
Mo Yu clasped his hands at the side and explained quietly.
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