The scarlet eye behind the stone door slowly opened.
It was not the eye of a living person.
It was more like an obsession sealed deep within the ages, finally raising its head from decay after waiting through endless deathly silence for the bloodline to return.
Xiao Fan stood before the door, a colorless Heavenly Flame burning silently in his palm. Behind him, Xiao Yi Xian, Zi Yan, and Qing Lin all tensed at once.
The ruined walls around them remained silent, but the weathered skeletons on the ground seemed to have received some summons. One after another, they turned into ash-gray dust and flowed through the cracks in the stone toward the depths beyond the door.
The ancient clan insignia upon the stone door lit up.
The blood in Xiao Fan's body suddenly boiled.
It did not hurt.
It was hunger.
As though something slumbering in the deepest part of his bloodline had been awakened by these remnants of its ancient clan, opening its mouth and greedily scenting every living thing nearby.
Xiao Yi Xian immediately sensed that something was wrong and reached out to grasp Xiao Fan's wrist.
Her hand was cold, and her fingertips carried a faint poison aura. The Woe Poison Body's poison power, which would normally make any expert wary, landed on Xiao Fan's skin like an exquisitely delicious fragrance capable of driving one mad.
Xiao Fan's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
For an instant, he actually wanted to swallow that poison power too.
The moment that thought surfaced, Xiao Fan bit through his tongue. The taste of blood burst through his mouth as he forcibly suppressed the turmoil within him, then pushed Xiao Yi Xian's hand half an inch away.
Xiao Yi Xian's lashes trembled lightly as she immediately understood.
Rather than retreating, she moved