The Soul Clan's Pawn Is My Pawn

Xiao Wujiu rushed from the Stone Realm to Ancient Saint City. When he saw this enormous city that represented the Ancient Clan's prosperity, he merely glanced at it indifferently. Though he dearly wished to reduce this city and the Ancient Clan along with it to ruins, he knew the time was not yet right.

Xiao Wujiu quickly put aside those thoughts and began examining the city.

Ancient Saint City was vast—so vast that it could be called the largest city Xiao Wujiu had ever seen. It was indeed ancient as well, so ancient that even the pale blue boulders used to build it exuded an archaic aura.

But this city had endured too many years, so many that it had been eroded into giving off an air of decay!

Xiao Wujiu's gaze continued sweeping across the city, and he soon discovered the barrier enveloping Ancient Saint City, said to have been created by a Dou Di expert and to contain a trace of Dou Di power.

"Nothing more than that. All show and no substance."

Before Xiao Wujiu, this barrier was not something that would shatter at a touch, nor was it entirely without use, but it could indeed block some Low-Rank Dou Sheng.

Next, several comparatively powerful auras entered his senses, though they belonged to no more than some Dou Zun and a few Half-Saints.

He chose not to alert the enemy. Instead, he directly used the Spatial Ancestral Talisman to tear open the barrier and headed toward the center of Ancient Saint City.

At the center of Ancient Saint City lay an enormous lake. Its waters were crystal clear, yet its bottom could not be seen. That profound darkness sent chills through one's heart.

He arrived above the lake, extended a hand, and lightly swiped through the air,