After severely wounding Soul Heavenly Emperor and Gu Yuan, Xiao Xuan returned to his tomb with Xiao Yan. Huo Zhi and Xun'er were still cultivating undisturbed, so Xiao Xuan led Xiao Yan to another part of the tomb.
Xiao Yan took a deep breath and slowly calmed the Dou Qi still surging within him. Unleashing his full strength and helping conceal Xiao Xuan's lethal strike had left him close to collapse from exhaustion, yet the excitement in his heart would not fade.
That final strike from his ancestor had been a dazzling display of power. To severely wound the chiefs of both the Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan at once—such strength was almost beyond belief.
"Ancestor, I never imagined you still had such power hidden away. Does that mean I might still have a chance to revive you?"
Xiao Yan asked the question weighing most heavily on his mind, his voice a little urgent. Xiao Xuan had spent thousands of years in the Heavenly Tomb yet could still severely wound the chiefs of the Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan. If Xiao Yan could bring his ancestor back as he had Yao Lao, the help would be greater than anything he had ever known. He would also have far more confidence when facing the other Dou Di Descendant Clans.
But Xiao Xuan merely hovered there, a faint smile of someone who had seen through the ways of the world on his illusory face.
"I understand how you feel. I know you have ways to revive a soul, but those methods would do nothing for me. When I fell, my life's source was exhausted, my body was destroyed, and my soul suffered irreparable damage from the backlash of my failed attempt to reach the Dou Di realm and the Soul