The Position of Clan Leader

As she spoke, Yao Wan raised her hand without further explanation. Having regained control of her body, she lifted it slightly and guided that wisp of remnant soul into a golden fissure she had opened.

Progenitor Lord had already done everything she should and could do. What remained could only be left to descendants like them.

After all, though they could not leave everything to future generations, they could not simply do nothing either.

Her pale golden eyes gradually returned to normal. Yao Wan did not feel any fatigue from Yao Emperor having borrowed her body for battle. Her waist-length black hair, held by a waist-length ornament, swayed faintly as sunlight spilled down beneath the dispersing clouds.

Countless members of the Yao Clan and invited experts from other factions looked up at the beauty descending slowly from the sky, a figure extremely similar to Yao Emperor, yet fundamentally different.

After the calamity, the Medicine Realm slowly began repairing itself. The dim void overhead gradually closed, revealing the sky that should have existed above the Medicine Realm. At the same time, the gloom dispersed, and sunlight broke through the clouds.

Countless pale golden rays fell upon Yao Wan, making the golden patterns on her sky-blue gauze dress shine ever more brilliantly.

Her short boots stepped upon the formless void, yet each step rang out clearly. Invisible stairs formed beneath her feet, only to shatter and vanish into nothingness the moment she moved on.

"..."

The clan members fell silent. Whether they were young disciples or prodigies who had already become Dou Saints, all of them could not help sinking into boundless silence as they gazed at Yao Wan.

To be honest, Yao Emperor and Yao Wan did not actually look alike.

Moreover, as Yao Wan created and cultivated her own cultivation