The army of more than sixteen million from the Soul Clan's Lu Yang Tribe neither used any Teleportation Arrays nor any Spatial Treasure Artifacts as it marched in mighty procession toward Heavenly Gate Ridge.
This was a Soul Clan tradition. Whenever they went to war, the army personally flew across the lands of the Heavenly Soul Source World: first, to display its strength; second, to intimidate all races and demonstrate the Soul Clan's might.
At the same time, it showed every younger generation of the Soul Clan the spirit of bravely pressing forward for the sake of their race.
Wherever the army passed, in every Soul Clan city and every gathering place of Soul Clan people, everyone raised their heads to watch the dense ranks of the Soul Clan army fly away.
"Grandfather, one day, I will become a powerful expert too. Like them, I will wage war beyond the realms and win supreme merit for our Soul Clan's dominion!" A Soul Clan child, his eyes filled with longing, spoke to the elderly Soul Clan man beside him.
Throughout his memories of growing up, he had always heard of the glorious deeds of Soul Clan people—how they had swept through all before them, how they had crushed other worlds, and how they had ruled countless foreign races.
Thus, in his mind, fighting for the Soul Clan and opening new lands for the Soul Clan were his only wishes.
"Good child. I see in you the bearing of a king and hegemon. In the future, you will surely become a supreme expert. The Soul Clan's future will depend on you!" The elderly Soul Clan man kindly rubbed the child's head.
Such words were not spoken only between this old Soul Clan man and the child.
Wherever the Soul Clan army passed,