In truth, Xun'er's feelings for the Ancient Clan ran far less deep than her feelings for Xiao Yan.
After all, she had been sent to the Xiao Clan when she was four years old.
One had to know that what a person experienced during childhood was extremely important.
Especially after the age of five.
Memories from before the age of five were easily forgotten after growing up.
But some memories from after the age of five could still be remembered.
The period from five years old until adulthood was the most important stage for nurturing emotional bonds.
Xun'er had been sent to the Xiao Clan at the age of four and had never returned to the Ancient Clan all these years.
That kind of loneliness was terrifying for a four-year-old little girl.
Therefore, in Xun'er's heart, Xiao Yan held a far higher position than the Ancient Clan.
Although Xun'er had already been brought back to the Ancient Clan.
The bonds formed over those dozen-plus years were not so easily repaired.
In her heart, even Gu Yuan did not rank as highly as Xiao Yan!
Even the entire Ancient Clan was far less important than Xiao Yang, who was merely an ordinary friend of Xun'er's!
Thus, at this moment, Xun'er was more worried about Xiao Yang.
As for the safety of the Ancient Clan, she was not nearly as concerned.
She had not even slit her wrist to offer blood!
As large numbers of Ancient Clan bloodline descendants performed a blood sacrifice, and with Gu Yuan's activation, a barrier began to appear above the Ancient World.
At the same time, an enormous figure slowly materialized.
That figure was incomparably towering, reaching a height of ten thousand zhang!
No one could see its face clearly.
However, all the Ancient Clan bloodline