The Ancient Eight Clans

Xiao Jie did not immediately refine this heavenly treasure, intending instead to consult ancient texts to see if there were any cultivation restrictions or side effects before deciding to consume it.

In any case, the item was already in his possession, so it wasn't going to run away, was it? Besides, this thing could be saved for later to break through bottlenecks.

However, it was unexpected that his self in this simulated life had ended up in the space occupied by the Spirit Clan due to spatial turbulence. It was fortunate it wasn't the Soul Hall; otherwise, his soul would likely have been extracted before he even regained consciousness.

The Spirit Clan was one of the few races in the Dou Qi world that could still stimulate the Dou Di bloodline and had survived into the modern era.

Together with the Soul Clan, Ancient Clan, Yao Clan, Flame Clan, Thunder Clan, Xiao Clan, and Stone Clan, they were collectively known as the Eight Ancient Clans, among which the Soul Clan possessed the greatest strength, followed by the Ancient Clan.

The Yao Clan, Thunder Clan, and Flame Clan were on par with one another; while they lacked nine-star level Dou Saints, they still possessed high-level Dou Saints of the seven or eight-star rank. The Spirit Clan and Stone Clan, however, were at the bottom, with their strongest being no more than peak six-star Dou Saints.

As for the Xiao Clan, ever since their patriarch Xiao Xuan exhausted the entire clan's power a thousand years ago to burn their Dou Di bloodline in a failed attempt to break through to Dou Di, they were no longer worthy of being called one of the Eight Ancient Clans.

After Xiao Xuan's failed forced breakthrough, the Xiao Clan scattered its members to various regions, only to be later hunted by the Soul Clan, who slaughtered the majority of the clansmen to extract their Dou Di bloodlines and souls.

Only with the help of the Ancient Clan did a single remaining branch of the Xiao Clan escape to the Jia Ma Empire in the Northwest Continent to multiply and survive. To this day, the strongest in the clan was merely at the Dou Grandmaster level, and their heritage was almost entirely lost, with even the patriarchs and elders unaware of the glory their ancestors once held.

The only thing left was the Tou She Ancient God Jade passed down through generations of patriarchs. Yet, the successive patriarchs did not know the name or purpose of this Tou She Ancient God Jade, knowing only that it was an ancestral heirloom to be handed down to each new leader.

Xiao Jie thought to himself.

These Eight Ancient Clans are each incredibly powerful. Do not be fooled by the fact that the Central Plains is represented by one hall, one tower, two sects, three valleys, and four pavilions; that is only because the seven ancient clans of the Central Plains live within worlds created by Dou Di and rarely appear in the outside world.

The Soul Hall of the one hall and the Sound Valley of the three valleys are merely forces supported by the Soul Clan and Spirit Clan in the outside world. If forces merely supported by them are already famous throughout the Central Plains, one can imagine just how powerful these seven ancient clans truly are.

Even that ancestor of the Pill Tower who possesses the Ninth-Rank Mysterious Pill is only at the six-star Dou Saint level. The weakest of the other seven clans, the Spirit Clan and Stone Clan, have patriarchs and other mid-level Dou Saint elders at the six-star Dou Saint level, with low-level Dou Saints numbering in the double digits. This is the tyranny and terror of the Dou Di bloodline; the saying "when one person attains the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" is the most fitting description.

In my memories, among the seven ancient clans, the Soul Clan is the most active. The Ancient Clan, Yao Clan, Flame Clan, and Thunder Clan are nowhere to be seen unless something major happens. Needless to say, the Spirit Clan and Stone Clan are completely insignificant, existing merely as bystanders. In the end, they were wiped out by the Soul Clan without a sound, not a single survivor left; it was truly tragic.

After these thoughts, Xiao Jie spread his deep cyan Dou Qi wings and flew toward the small town near the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

This town was called Green Mountain Town, and because it was adjacent to the Magical Beast Mountain Range, it was also known as the Magical Beast Town. The most common crowd here were naturally the mercenaries who lived life on the edge of a blade. They gathered in groups, discussing without restraint which woman in town was the most beautiful, which place had the most flavorful women, which shop sold the most fragrant and potent wine, and which area had the most terrifying magical beasts...

Xiao Jie walked along the street paved with bluestone. His delicate and youthful appearance naturally attracted many strange gazes in such a place. Some of these people harbored ill intentions, some were simply curious, and others found a fresh face novel. However, he paid them no mind; with his strength as a two-star Dou Emperor, it was impossible for anyone in this small Green Mountain Town to threaten him.

On both sides of the street, there were numerous shops. Due to the favorable location, the flow of people on this street was endless every day, making business exceptionally booming.

Xiao Jie looked around as he walked. It was his first time traveling far from home since arriving in this world, and he felt quite curious. After all, in his previous life, he hadn't gone out much, and the natural scenery of his past life could not compare to this fantasy world. Although technology existed there, the majestic and magnificent natural beauty of this fantasy world was something his previous life could never possess. The novel items sold by the shops and peddlers in this town were diverse and varied, and this was merely a small town. While Wutan City had them too, it was ultimately a city managed by imperial regulations. Green Mountain Town was different; it was born from the gathering of mercenaries, and it was difficult for the empire to intervene in the management of these mercenaries who lived with their heads hanging from their belts.

More than an hour passed quickly. Xiao Jie strolled slowly through the small town, tasting the local delicacies, and gradually moved closer to the place where Xiao Yi Xian lived.

Xiao Jie was in no rush. Within this hour, he had already inquired about Xiao Yi Xian's location and locked onto her with his soul power. He would go to find her once he had eaten and drunk his fill.