The Heavenly Tomb as a Weapon

Though such reasoning sounded somewhat ridiculous, crude words often carried sound logic. That was simply how it was.

If one could not smash bricks through sheer strength, it only meant one's strength was not great enough.

Xiao Yan's soul talent was not poor, but compared to Yao Wan, whose Emperor Realm Soul had broken through by resonating with Yao Emperor and a fragment of Nihility Devouring Flame's origin, he still fell somewhat short.

Yet the soul power accumulated here over countless years was enough to bridge the gap between them, pushing him in one stroke to the highest soul realm permitted on the Dou Qi Continent.

Xiao Xuan could not help raising his head to gaze at the dim Heavenly Tomb, which had always seemed shrouded in gloom. Naturally, he had also sensed the upheaval outside.

Countless energy bodies within the Heavenly Tomb prostrated themselves upon the ground, trembling faintly amid the soul storm that descended like an impending tempest. Before the being who had now become the master of this world, they were filled with terror.

"The Emperor Realm has been attained."

Seeing Xiao Yan finally cross this crucial threshold, Xiao Xuan smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

The soul storm gradually contracted, and Xiao Yan stepped out from within it. In an instant, the ever-changing Heavenly Tomb abruptly calmed.

"Thank you for your assistance, Ancestor."

"The younger generation has its own fate. What does that have to do with me?"

The more Xiao Xuan looked at Xiao Yan now, the more satisfied he became. He smiled and patted Xiao Yan's shoulder. "The Xiao Clan is gone, yet it still has a descendant like you. That comforts me greatly."

"The Xiao Clan will not disappear. The Xiao Clan will always remain."

Xiao Yan did not remain modest. Instead, he looked