After leaving this place and traveling for some time, Lei Qi arrived at a vast, ancient square. The square covered several thousand zhang, paved with bluestone and permeated by an ancient, weathered aura. At this moment, many figures had already gathered both within and around it.
Lei Qi's gaze swept across those figures before finally settling on the center of the square. There stood a Stone Platform, upon which an ancient, unmarked stone stele stood quietly. A strange aura, as though it had existed since time immemorial, slowly emanated from the stele and rippled through the heavens and earth, inspiring awe in all who sensed it.
The enormous unmarked stone stele stood silently at the very center of the square. Its weathered, ancient aura filled many with reverence. The stele seemed not to be an inanimate object, but something possessed of its own wisdom. That feeling alone was enough to strike fear into anyone who looked upon it.
The four great clans kept some distance from one another, yet they occupied the finest positions in the area. As the four great clans of the Great Yan Dynasty, they clearly possessed such qualifications.
Lei Qi also swaggered into the front rows.
"It's him!!!"
Not far away, someone from the Wang Clan spotted Lei Qi. His face instantly darkened as he stared at the latter with eyes brimming with killing intent, looking as though he wanted to cut Lei Qi into a thousand pieces.
This person was naturally Wang Pan. Lei Qi had snatched a treasure from him before. Wang Pan immediately told Wang Yan, who stood beside him, about the matter.
A spirit treasure, even one of the lowest grade, was still extremely precious to Wang Pan. Though the four great clans possessed deep foundations, they also had many talented members.