World-Creation Continent's Xiao Clan

Xiao Yan, entering the pillar of light, instinctively used his soul power to probe his surroundings. Yet, despite possessing soul power at the Emperor Realm, he found it restricted to within a hundred meters inside the pillar. This greatly shocked Xiao Yan. With his current soul power, he could sweep across half of the Battle Qi Continent. This unknown world truly was terrifying. Xiao Yan reminded himself to proceed with caution. He had come to this unknown world not only for himself, but also for Xun'er and Cai Lin. Before they arrived, he had to possess the strength to protect them. The battle-hardened blood in Xiao Yan's bones began to boil at that moment.

The passage stretched endlessly before him, with what seemed to be lightning flashing around it. Xiao Yan hurriedly surrounded himself with battle qi. The lightning posed little threat to Xiao Yan, who was already a Dou Emperor. However, for peak Dou Saints such as Gu Yuan and Zhu Kun, a single bolt of lightning would be enough to finish them. Xiao Yan could not measure time within this passage, so he had no idea how long he had been flying through it.

Just as Xiao Yan was growing impatient, a blinding light shot into his eyes. Startled, Xiao Yan hurriedly shut his eyes. When he opened them again, an unfamiliar city appeared before him.

The city stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with all kinds of buildings. Some were tall, majestic, and magnificently lavish, while others were low, cramped, and unsightly. Naturally, the former were concentrated in the center of the city, while the latter were scattered around its outskirts. What astonished Xiao Yan most was the abundance of Emperor-Origin Qi here. Who could have imagined that the Emperor-Origin Qi which had caused such a calamity on the Battle Qi Continent was so plentiful here? This must be a higher-tier continent. Compared to this place, the Battle Qi Continent was not even worth scraps.

"You are the one from the Battle Qi Continent, aren't you?" At that moment, a voice reached Xiao Yan's ears. At some point, a soldier clad in armor and holding a long spear had appeared before him.

"That would be me." Though curious, Xiao Yan still answered. Since the other party could accurately state that he came from the Battle Qi Continent, there was no need for him to hide it.

"Mm. There is only one person from the Battle Qi Continent—Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan. Your name is Xiao Yan, correct?" The soldier flipped through a small booklet in his hand as he spoke to Xiao Yan.

"Mm, my name is Xiao Yan," Xiao Yan replied.

"Good. Follow me, then. You are the last one. Everyone from the Xiao Clan has now arrived." After saying this, the soldier turned and headed in one direction.

"The Xiao Clan? Could there be a Xiao Clan here as well?" Xiao Yan's heart filled with excitement. What could be more wonderful than meeting members of his own clan in this unfamiliar world? Though he had many questions, Xiao Yan wisely did not ask the soldier. Once he reached the Xiao Clan, he would know everything.

Xiao Yan followed the soldier through street after street in the city. He also spotted others like himself, each being led by a soldier. Yet what shocked Xiao Yan most was that everyone here seemed to be stronger than a Dou Emperor. Could this be a place where Dou Emperors gathered?

As Xiao Yan was still astonished, the soldier in front of him said, "This place is called Guidance City. It is the first stop for Dou Emperors from Lower Planes arriving on the World-Creation Continent. Although fighting is forbidden outside Guidance City, the various clan outposts are different. Let me warn you: once you enter the Xiao Clan's outpost, be careful. Someone may come looking for trouble. On the World-Creation Continent, the rules are the same as in the Lower Planes—the strong are supreme."

Xiao Yan was full of curiosity. He had only just arrived on the World-Creation Continent. He knew no one and had met no one, so why would anyone come looking for trouble with him? Besides, was he not going to the Xiao Clan? Why would members of the same clan cause trouble for him?

While Xiao Yan was lost in thought, the soldier pointed at a small courtyard and said, "I can only take you this far. Go in by yourself." After saying that, the soldier turned and left, paying no heed to the still-surprised Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan walked up to the gate. Out of courtesy toward his clansmen, he did not use his soul power to probe what was inside. Yet even from the entrance, he could hear a burst of rowdy laughter.

World-Creation Continent's Xiao Clan

Xiao Yan stepped forward and knocked on the door, the sound carrying into the small courtyard. Yet after waiting outside for the time it took an incense stick to burn, no one answered.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly. His knocking had been loud enough, so why had no one responded after all this time? After some thought, Xiao Yan knocked again, deliberately making it louder this time. Yet the result was the same: no one answered. Xiao Yan knew there were people inside. They were clearly doing this on purpose. When had Xiao Yan ever received such treatment? On the Battle Qi Continent, wherever he went, people treated him with respect. But remembering that these were people bound to him by blood, and that the soldier had said he was the last one, he guessed they wanted to teach him a lesson for making them wait so long. Xiao Yan forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and knocked a third time. This knock already showed his sincerity. If they still treated him this way, Xiao Yan would not mind forcing his way in.

To Xiao Yan's relief, once the third knock ended, a voice came from inside. "The gate isn't bolted. Push it open and come in yourself." Hearing this, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Things were finally moving in a good direction. Xiao Yan truly did not want to fight them. It was not that he feared the strong, but because they were, after all, members of the same clan. In his eyes, family outweighed everything.

Xiao Yan straightened his robes and pushed open the gate. Yet the instant he did, hundreds of long arrows formed from battle qi shot toward him. Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly. He had never expected to receive such a grand gift the moment he entered. But would this work against Xiao Yan? After years of desperate battles, Xiao Yan had countless ways to deal with such a situation. The Eternal Ancient Flame Ruler appeared in his hand. With a single sweep, Xiao Yan shattered every arrow without missing a single one.

After that experience, Xiao Yan no longer dared to let down his guard. Although the soldier had said this was the Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan had not yet exchanged bloodline auras with them. Who could guarantee that they would not attack him?

His Emperor Realm soul power immediately spread across the area, but Xiao Yan discovered that his soul power seemed to be malfunctioning. In the past, he could clearly sense every movement of every blade of grass and tree within ten thousand meters. Now, once his soul power extended beyond five hundred meters, it lost contact with him. He could only gain a vague impression of things beyond one hundred meters; only within one hundred meters could he clearly sense everything around him.

Even so, Xiao Yan found the source of the earlier voice. A group of finely dressed people had gathered on a small open patch of ground. One white-robed man said to Xiao Yan, "You are Xiao Yan, right? You came at the right time. There is one more match, so watch and learn. Xiao Yao, you go."

Xiao Yan did not quite understand what the man meant. He stepped beside the crowd and saw four people lying on the ground, blood at the corners of their mouths and injuries covering their bodies.

At that moment, a man dressed in luxurious brocade robes stepped into the center of the crowd and declared arrogantly, "Heavenly Spirit Continent, Xiao Yao."

Then a gray-clothed man stepped out opposite him. His expression was somewhat gloomy. Compared to the confidence of the richly dressed man, there was more fear in his eyes. As a genius of his continent, he possessed his own pride. But only after witnessing the attacks of these richly dressed people would they understand that they had merely been frogs at the bottom of a well. Yet he could not avoid this battle. He represented not only his own honor, but the honor of his continent. Since it could not be avoided, then he would fight.

"Azure North Continent, Huang Lin." The gray-clothed man's voice rang out, not loud, yet filled with fighting spirit.

Xiao Yan found this somewhat strange. Was this not the Xiao Clan? Why was there someone surnamed Huang here? But compared to that, Xiao Yan was more interested in the match before him. He also wanted to see just how formidable these geniuses from other continents were.