The Battle Begins

One of the oldest families in the Fire Cloud Great Empire, the Lin Clan, coiled around Fire Cloud Imperial City like a hidden dragon. Experts gathered there like clouds, and powerful figures were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.

That night, led by the Lin Clan Patriarch, the clan elders from every branch all gathered in the Lin Clan's ancestral residence.

A large number of Lin Clan experts guarded the outside of the ancestral residence, creating a grim, murderous air as though wind and rain were about to descend.

The Lin Clan Patriarch was an extraordinary old man. Though already several hundred years old, he showed not the slightest trace of decrepitude. His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were full, and two sharp gleams shone from his slightly sunken eyes.

Legend had it that when the Lin Clan Patriarch was young, he had been a Spirit Child of the Bright Holy Land, with a chance to contend for the position of Sect Leader. Of course, that had all happened several centuries ago.

The Lin Clan Patriarch swept his gaze across the several dozen clan elders present and said in a low voice, "The ancestor's lifespan is about to run out. He has only three months left. Without the ancestor's protection, in the great calamity of war between the demon clan and humanity, our Lin Clan will likely decline very soon, becoming a minor family—or even be... exterminated."

A white-haired clan elder rose to his feet and said, "We all know that over the last two thousand years, the Lin Clan has stood gloriously within the Fire Cloud Great Empire solely because of the ancestor's influence. If the ancestor falls, it will be a fatal blow to our Lin Clan."

"Clan Patriarch, just say what you have to say. For