Xiao Yan looked at the ancient tree before him, and his heart could not help but stir with excitement. As long as he seized an opportunity like the Ancient Bodhi Tree, his strength could rise once more. Moreover, this opportunity might not be limited to him alone. Many people in the alliance could use it to grow stronger as well. After that, he would no longer fear the Ancient Clan or the Soul Clan.
His second brother's blood feud, the Xiao Clan's humiliation, and his ancestors' old grievances could all be avenged. He would no longer have to live such a cautious life, worrying at every moment. He would have the ability to protect his family, his beloved, and his clansmen.
Strength was the source of everything, and the chance to gain it was right before him!
But the next moment, Xiao Yan suddenly sensed a familiar yet repulsive aura—the aura of the Soul Clan!
Only then did Xiao Yan realize that he and Huo Zhi had suddenly drawn far too close to the Ancient Bodhi Tree. It had seemed extremely distant before, yet they had now covered more than half the distance.
"Something's wrong! Huo Zhi, stop!" Xiao Yan hurriedly shouted at Huo Zhi, who was still speeding toward the Ancient Bodhi Tree without slowing down.
Huo Zhi heard him, but not only did she fail to stop, she smiled foolishly instead. "Xiao Yan, we need to hurry. That's the Ancient Bodhi Tree. I still need to use it to break through to Dou Sheng and avenge my clan!"
Seeing this, Xiao Yan knew Huo Zhi was just like him—she had lost her senses. His figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of her. Gripping her shoulders with both hands, he transmitted his voice directly into her ears