With his own strength, Lin Chen had swept aside more than twenty Dou Sheng Experts from the alliance of the Ancient Clan, Flame Clan, and Ling Clan.
He had forced Gu Yuan to bow his head and submit.
The news crashed through the forces that had already surrendered like a meteor striking the sea, stirring up one final wave.
Then all fell silent, giving way to awe before absolute power.
Apart from the Soul Clan, hidden in the deepest reaches of darkness, every top power openly known on the Dou Qi Continent
had now fallen under Lin Chen's command.
An unprecedented colossus, uniting the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Clan, and the five ancient clans—the Yao, Thunder, Stone, Ancient, and Flame Clans—
had officially taken shape!
Lin Chen did not linger outside the realm. Leading the alliance's core experts,
he entered this ancient space, the Ancient Realm—the last "free" land on the continent.
The Ancient Realm was vast and magnificent, its mountains and rivers breathtaking. It held pure energy far denser than that of the outside world.
Yet the age-old tranquility and pride of this place had now been replaced by an atmosphere too complicated to describe.
The Ancient Clan members they passed, young and old alike, stole glances
at the blue-robed figure at the head of the group, whose aura ran deep as the sea. Their gazes were mixed with fear, curiosity, resentment, and even a trace of bewilderment.
The group went straight to the main hall where the Ancient Clan held its councils—a magnificent,
majestic hall steeped in ancient majesty.
The moment they stepped inside, a graceful figure in pale green burst forward like a green luan breaking free of its shackles.
Ignoring the many powerful figures present,