The moment the Tunling Ancestral Realm collapsed, it was like a grave buried for ten thousand years finally closing shut.
Black-gold cracks slowly sealed themselves deep within the void. The last trace of Ancestral Realm aura sank into the Heart Seal in Xiao Fan's chest. The Black Gold Heart Seal gave a faint pulse, as though someone far, far away had closed the door for a child returning home late.
Xiao Fan knelt on one knee amid the residual currents of space, one hand pressed against his chest.
The aura of a Three-Star Dou Zong slowly circulated within him.
It was no longer as violent as before, nor was it starving to the point of losing control as it had been when the Spirit Devouring Art first awakened. Heavenly Flames, dragon blood, and Tunling Ancestral Blood each settled into place, like three vicious dragons that had once torn at one another but were finally bridled by the Heart Seal.
He lowered his head and looked at his hand.
This hand had just torn through the turbulent currents of the Ancestral Realm and carried Xiao Yi Xian, Zi Yan, and Qing Lin out of the collapsing space.
Before entering the Ancestral Realm, he could never have accomplished such a thing.
His strength had truly increased.
His realm had truly transformed.
Yet Xiao Fan felt little joy.
Because he understood better than anyone that the Central Plains were not the Northwest Continent. A Three-Star Dou Zong might already be considered among the strongest in the northwest, but in the Central Plains, in the eyes of the Soul Hall, he was still only prey barely worth a second glance.
Xiao Yi Xian walked to his side.
Her white dress had been sliced in several places by the spatial turbulence, and gray-black dust stained