The Ancient Realm was located in the Eastern Region of the Central Plains. The vast majority of the powers in that region could be considered vassals of the Ancient Clan.
As the unquestioned ruler of the region, the Ancient Clan was shrouded in mystery to the many powers there. The only thing they knew was that this hidden force possessed terrifying strength.
Enough to leave any person or power hopelessly out of reach.
The Ancient Realm was where the Ancient Clan made its home.
The Ancient Clan was a mysterious and powerful people, whose legacy stretched back to ancient times.
They possessed talents that ordinary people could only envy. The path of cultivation, unbearably arduous in the eyes of ordinary people, was, to them, a smooth road leading straight to the Heavenly Dao.
With only a little cultivation, they could become powerful figures in the eyes of ordinary people, swiftly outstripping their peers who struggled through bitter training and ultimately adorning themselves with every kind of dazzling halo...
For that reason, the Ancient Clan was cloaked in mystery in the eyes of many people in the Eastern Region.
In some remote areas, people even worshiped them like gods. Such fervor was enough to leave ordinary people incredulous.
After all, everyone knew that there were no gods in this world.
The Xiao Tribe was a long way from the Eastern Region. Even though Xiao Ze was already a six-star Dou Sheng who could fly through the air, and had traveled through several Space Wormholes, reaching the Eastern Region still took him several days.
Less than a month remained before the Ancient Clan's grand ceremony. He had to race against time—he absolutely could not miss this gathering where he would reunite with Xun'er.
"Whoosh—"
High in the azure sky, a figure streaked