The vast painting above the Xiao Emperor Mountain Range had long since vanished. In its place stood a young man in black. Every movement he made stirred the surging power of the Dou Di Bloodline within the bodies of over a hundred thousand Xiao Tribe descendants.
All the Xiao Tribe descendants standing atop the sea of energy clouds gazed fervently at the slender figure in the sky. They cried out his name wildly as tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces.
"Congratulations to Lord Flame Emperor on attaining the Dao and returning!"
"Congratulations to Lord Flame Emperor on attaining the Dao and returning!"
"Congratulations to Lord Flame Emperor on attaining the Dao and returning!"
The praises of over a hundred thousand Xiao Tribe descendants soared into the heavens!
Xiao Yan stood in midair, smiling silently as he accepted his clansmen's congratulations. He knew this was the only thing they could do for him now, and he should not disappoint them.
"Father, Ancestor Xiao Xuan, I, Xiao Yan, have not disappointed you. I have not disappointed the Xiao Tribe."
Xiao Yan flew down and bowed from afar toward the two figures.
Xiao Zhan's eyes were slightly red. His lips moved for a long while, yet he could not say a word. He merely looked at his third son with boundless pride, his mind filled with only one thought:
My son is a Dou Di powerhouse? I am the father of the Flame Emperor?
Xiao Xuan had no choice but to take over, looking at Xiao Yan with deep gratification. "Xiao Yan, you have never disappointed me."
Xiao Yan smiled and nodded. Then, as if sensing something, he looked toward the horizon. "Heh heh, guests have arrived."
Xiao Xuan, Xiao Zhan, and the others looked up at once. Several streaks of light were