As Xiao Xuan's consciousness gradually awakened from the Heavenly Tomb Stele, the world before him was no longer the dark, desolate realm of the Heavenly Tomb.
As he slowly came back to himself, everything before his eyes stirred faint ripples within his mind.
Was this... a dream?
If it was a dream, it was far too real.
And if it was reality, it was far too surreal.
That dazed sensation did not last long. With the help of an external force, his muddled consciousness swiftly regained clarity. At the same time, he almost immediately sensed the two powerful auras before him, so overwhelming they seemed capable of drowning even his soul.
That was the realm he had pursued all his life yet never reached—the end of the Dou Qi Continent. Even their mere auras were enough to make one tremble from the depths of one's soul.
Yet the bloodline bond that remained connected even in his soul state silently told him a fact that filled him with incomparable excitement.
The powerful beings before him who had already become Dou Di were descendants of their Xiao Clan.
"Back in the Heavenly Tomb, I already had that feeling, but before I could confirm it, you hurried off to the battlefield. It seems you truly did not disappoint me."
As Xiao Xuan looked at Xiao Yan, his eyes were naturally filled with boundless gratification.
"Everything Xiao Yan has achieved today is inseparable from the aid Ancestor gave me in the past. I will never forget this debt of gratitude."
Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Xuan's soul, whose aura seemed to grow stronger with every breath, and spoke.
"You have already proven it through your actions. There is no need to say more."
Xiao Xuan sighed and could not help looking toward Yao Wan.