"More formidable than my Fushi Sect?"
Chen Xun narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued.
"Of course not."
Qingfu and the others spoke in unison. It was simply that these ancient aristocratic clans were barefoot men unafraid of those wearing shoes. They had created their own realm, their traditions passed down solely among clan descendants. Their households and enterprises were small, free from the restraints of the great powers on every side.
They were also fiercely opposed to the grand convergence of Heaven and Earth's races, which was why they strongly supported Gu Shenyu's grand ambition.
As for whether they were Human Race or not...
They had never acknowledged the concept of race, much less any identity as blood food. When traveling outside, they only called themselves descendants of Longevity Clans. Defy them, and they would kill you.
The Desolate Heaven Domain had countless powerful figures and was chaotic by nature. Not a trace of blood-food races could be found there. Whoever possessed the deeper Dao had the greater right to speak.
The existence of these Human Race Longevity Clans happened to prove the glorious past of the Human Race as one of the first batches of living beings born between Heaven and Earth during the Primordial Era.
It was merely that back then, some Human Race powerhouses had wished to prove the strength of their race, while others had naturally wanted no part in it and fled.
That was how the ancient aristocratic clans came to be.
In order to sever themselves from the Human Race, they flaunted the title of Longevity Clan. It sounded exceedingly intimidating, and it truly had frightened far too many powerhouses in the Desolate Heaven Domain. Everyone called them ancient aristocratic clans or Longevity Clans.
No one dared call them human slaves or blood-food races.