Spirit Tribulation

These were indeed Xiao Potian's heartfelt words. Though he had founded the Xiao Clan back then, tens of thousands of years ago, the Dou Qi Continent had still been in the Barbaric Era. At that time, there had been no so-called concept of clans, and even the cultivation system had not been fully established.

Back then, people had not existed in the form of clans, but in the form of tribes. Xiao Potian was powerful, so many people had come to attach themselves to him, seeking protection from being killed by Magical Beasts, vicious creatures, and poisonous insects.

Among them, there had naturally been women. Based on the biological instinct to reproduce, a vast group had formed, one that had inherited Xiao Potian's bloodline and given birth to the first tribe linked by bloodline—the later Xiao Clan.

Later, in his pursuit of greater power, he had broken through the heavens and left, constantly searching outside for opportunities. As for the clan, he had basically let it develop on its own.

"Ancestor, you also devoted yourself fully to protecting the clan. On behalf of the current Xiao Clan's descendants, I thank you for everything you once did for the Dou Qi Continent and the Xiao Clan." Xiao Yan bowed heavily to Xiao Potian.

Xiao Yan was not a child, so how could he not understand what Xiao Potian had once given for the clan? In ancient times, the Dou Qi Continent had been even more chaotic, and the entire clan, the entire tribe, had been supported by Xiao Potian alone.

"Go and pluck the Reincarnation Six-Leaf Grass. After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, it should be mature." A kindly smile appeared on Xiao Potian's face. Fortunately, his descendants had proven capable, so his bloodline had not been cut off.