Hun Tiandi: Old Friend, You Wouldn't Want Your Clan's Successor to Be Suppressed by My Daughter, Would You?

"What did you say?!!"

Though Xiao Xuan had long known of Hun Tiandi's ambitions, when the latter truly voiced them, his heart still jolted for an instant.

The Soul of the Heavenly Tomb.

As the supreme will governing the Heavenly Tomb, the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb could effortlessly control the life and death of every Energy Body within it. Even Xiao Xuan himself had no choice but to submit to its restraints.

With a thought, seas rose; with another, suns and moons fell.

It could be said that within the Heavenly Tomb, it was akin to a Minor Heavenly Dao!

And now, Hun Tiandi, who had descended with only an incarnation, had actually set his sights on the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb.

Such a scheme sent chills through Xiao Xuan's heart.

"I have lived in seclusion in this realm for six thousand years without ever glimpsing the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb's true form, yet in your mouth, it has become a lamb awaiting slaughter. How ironic."

Xiao Xuan remained expressionless as he said blandly, "Without any proof, why should I believe you?"

Seeing that Xiao Xuan was completely unmoved, Hun Tiandi did not mind. He merely smiled casually. "As my only opponent in the past, have you forgotten even the goal we once shared after all these years?"

"Our goal?"

Xiao Xuan frowned, then his pupils suddenly contracted. "You mean... Dou Di?!"

Hun Tiandi smiled without answering.

"That is impossible!"

At the mention of Dou Di, Xiao Xuan visibly grew more cautious, his gaze locked firmly onto the Scholar.

Over the six thousand years, although Xiao Xuan had been constrained by the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb, their relationship was not simply one of superior and subordinate.

After all, at his peak, Xiao Xuan had been only