Each Clan's Reaction

As Lin Ming finished his tempering in the Void Lightning Pool and left, several Dou Saint experts of the Ancient Dragon Clan moved like ghosts, quietly scattering the seeds of truth in the most inconspicuous corners of the Middle Continent. News of the Hun Clan's heaven-shocking ambition spread like a living plague through all manner of hidden channels, racing at an astonishing speed toward the continent's highest circles of power.

The news was far too appalling. At first, no one dared believe it, but its details were so thorough, its logic so tight—especially its explanation for the Spirit Realm's sealing, which struck straight at the heart of the matter—that people had no choice but to think deeply.

The storm, after raging across the Middle Continent, finally reached those colossal clans inherited from ancient times and erupted within them.

Within the Ancient Realm, on a mountaintop wreathed in cloudy mist, Gu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back. His usually unruffled face was now covered in a heavy solemnity that would not disperse.

He held a Jade Slip that had just been urgently delivered by an elder of the clan. Recorded within it was precisely that "rumor" sweeping through the shadows.

"Devouring bloodlines... Nihility Devouring Flame... Tunling Clan... Tou She Ancient God Jade... Dou Di Realm..."

Gu Yuan repeated those key words in a low voice, each one seeming to weigh a thousand catties.

With his status and strength, he naturally knew many ancient secrets. As for the Hun Clan's ambitions, he was not completely unaware of them. The Xiao Clan's Destruction had always been a thorn lodged in his heart. But even he had never expected Hun Tiandi's scheme to be so vast, his methods so cruel!

"The Spirit Clan..." Gu Yuan's gaze pierced through layer upon layer of