The Lu Clan lived on Lu Star, their ancestral star, where generations of their people had made their home.
It had once been extraordinarily glorious.
It held a pivotal position in the Myriad Star Sea.
After ancient times, it had become an overlord-level power.
But now, in this generation, the Lu Clan's Ancestor was nearing the end of his life.
The younger generation was failing to live up to its forebears, and the clan might not be able to safeguard the mission entrusted to it by its ancestors.
Old Master Lu feared that after he passed away, the family's legacy would be torn apart and the mission handed down by their ancestors would be destroyed by his descendants.
He had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
He opened the Supreme Arena to choose an inheritor for the mission.
Today was the thirteenth day of the Supreme Battle.
It would end in two days.
Li Ye and Xiao Xian'er were still a day away from the Lu Clan.
News about the Supreme Battle had already spread far and wide, and everywhere people were talking:
"It's looking grim."
"Unless something unexpected happens, the Lu Clan is going to lose."
"I just can't understand why Old Master Lu chose to hand over the mission through a tournament. The Lu Clan has a vast estate and deep reserves. Even if the old master is about to pass away, the Lu Clan should be strong enough to protect it for another generation or two."
"That's right. The Lu Clan's younger generation may be failing to live up to their forebears, but even a lean camel is bigger than a horse. This generation still has Lu Wangshan, a Star Saint. They say he learned the old master's true teachings."
Amid the discussion,