Yan Clan, Benefactor?

The Profound Heaven Immortal Treasure on his body could not block them in the slightest—the attacks of those Black-robed Cultivators pierced through his protective divine light, pierced through his Profound Heaven Immortal Treasure, and precisely severed one of his arms.

The Heaven-Treading Hall Master's expression was grim. He had never suffered such a crushing defeat.

Ever since his birth, he had been a favored child of heaven. With his grandfather's protection, his mother's connections, and his father's prestige, he had never endured such humiliation.

"Damn you!" he gritted out, a talisman appearing in his hand as he prepared to crush it without hesitation.

It was a life-saving item his grandfather had left him. Once crushed, his grandfather's Divine Sense would descend, enough to suppress any enemy.

But before his eyes could even register it, his other arm flew high into the air—both his arms had been severed!

The talisman flew away along with the severed arm and landed in the Black-robed Cultivator's hand.

His eyes brimmed with disbelief—the other party was so fast that he had not had time to react at all.

In the end, a spatial escape talisman carried them away from the spot.

Ling Tian watched the scene, somewhat dazed. Just where had these people come from? He pondered inwardly, yet had no clue.

After doing all this, the leading Black-robed Cultivator appeared before him and respectfully said, "Greetings, Sacred Emperor!"

Ling Tian's throat felt a little dry. He swallowed and asked, "You are...?"

"We are called the Yan Clan." The Black-robed Cultivator's voice was calm and respectful.

"Before time immemorial, an expert happened to save us. He then taught us cultivation techniques and provided us with a place of shelter."

"All so that, billions upon billions of years later, when the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty emerged,