"Xiao Clan?"
At those words, the figure's bleary old eyes suddenly widened, and his gaze became somewhat unfocused.
Xiao Clan—a name that should have vanished into the river of history.
Throughout the past and present of the Dou Qi Continent, the fall of an ancient Emperor clan was hardly some unheard-of rarity. Time was enough to erase everything, and the Dou Di bloodline was no exception.
Logically speaking, a clan like that should have found it immensely difficult even to barely survive within the Heavenly Tomb, let alone contend against the Soul Clan.
Yet the Xiao Clan was precisely that exception.
No matter how vicious the Soul Clan was or how powerful the Ancient Clan was, within this Heavenly Tomb, they all had to bow their heads before the Xiao Clan, without exception.
And what the Xiao Clan relied upon was neither external aid nor the compassion of other clans. It was merely one man.
One man, one name, suppressing an entire realm.
His name was—
Xiao Xuan!
A flicker of agitation passed through his pupils. The Yao Clan elder was unable to calm himself for a long while before sighing softly. "By my reckoning, it has probably been six thousand years since that man entered the Heavenly Tomb."
The other Yao Clan elder slowly nodded. "One day outside is six days in the Heavenly Tomb. More than a thousand years have now passed on the Dou Qi Continent. According to the information brought back by our clan's previous Heavenly Prodigy, the current Xiao Clan should have been completely abandoned by the Ancient Clan's Elder Council."
"Though Xiao Xuan is powerful, he ultimately cannot leave the Heavenly Tomb. The Xiao-Ancient Alliance was nothing more than rootless water to begin with."
The Yao Clan elder stroked his beard and smiled faintly.