Xiao Yan looked toward Yan Jin, the clan leader of the Yan Clan, with some helplessness in his eyes. He naturally understood what Yan Jin and the others were thinking.
Now that Hun Tiandi had Nihility Devouring Flame with an Emperor Realm Soul, no one could find Hun Tiandi's whereabouts, much less know when he would open Tou She Ancient God's Cave Mansion.
That meant the next time they saw Hun Tiandi, he would likely already be a Dou God. At that time, no one on the entire Dou Qi Continent would be able to contend with him.
And the Dou God Clans would become history.
Even if Hun Tiandi did not go on a massacre and wipe out all the Dou God Clans, the realms of the Gu, Yan, and Lei Clans could no longer continue to exist. They would become just like the Xiao Clan a thousand years ago—displaced, their inheritance severed, and in the end their Dou God Bloodline would dry up until they became no different from the Xiao Clan back then.
To the Dou God Clans, that was already equivalent to extermination.
The Xiao Clan from a thousand years ago and the Xiao Clan now were indeed not the same thing. Their inheritance was gone.
Xiao Yan understood them, but asking him to stake the future of the Flame Alliance was impossible.
"Sorry, clan leader Yan. My ambition is not to become a Dou God." Xiao Yan shook his head. Perhaps this was the greatest difference between him, a transmigrator, and them.
Xiao Yan did have a desire to become a Dou God, but it was not to the point of obsession. As for things like the Dou God Bloodline, to him, it was merely a means of increasing strength.
Take the Yao Clan, for