Sacrificing for the Lineage!

Eastern Wasteland, Sikong Family's main hall!

Watching the Shocking Saber be suppressed in the Halo Mirror, then placed into Li Xiaoyao's Sumera Bag, every high-ranking member of the Sikong Family looked ashen.

Sikong Qingyun had died in battle. Sikong Wuya had died in battle. On top of that, their lineage-defending Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon had changed hands!

Two Saint King Realm powerhouses, one of whom had even been a Half-step Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse—these had been the Sikong Family's strongest foundations.

Not to mention that the Shocking Saber was an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon.

If only two Saint King Realm powerhouses had fallen, although it would still have left the entire Sikong Family badly wounded and drained of vitality—

Losing the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, however, was practically the same as having the Sikong Family's spine ripped out.

Only a Sikong Family with an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon could be called an ancient lineage.

Even if the Sikong Family became utterly weak, even if only one person remained, as long as the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon still existed, the Sikong Family would remain an ancient lineage.

But without the deterrence of an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, even if the Sikong Family had a Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse, it could not uphold the name of an ancient lineage.

The great hall was deathly silent, with only heavy, stifled breathing remaining.

The surface of the Halo Mirror trembled slightly, still projecting the scene above the sea of stars. The Shocking Saber was nowhere to be seen within it. Only Chen An stood alone in the starry sky, while pitch-black tribulation clouds spanning tens of billions of miles churned endlessly above his head. Countless purple bolts of lightning coiled and surged, and even through the mirror, the world-destroying pressure came crashing toward them.

The First