The first group of cultivators to arrive numbered several dozen, old and young alike. Most were Dao-Slaying Kings, though there were more than ten Great Powers as well. The younger ones were all exceptional figures with extraordinary bearing—the Ji Family's rising generation.
"The Ji Family."
Everyone recognized the newcomers. They belonged to the Ji Family, the Imperial Clan that ruled the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland!
Families and Holy Lands whose emperors still existed in the Dao Realm had, over the long Years, come to be known as Imperial Clans and Emperor Lineages.
The names distinguished them from ordinary Great Emperor inheritances.
Many Desolate Ancient Families, Holy Lands, and imperial dynasties were unwilling to admit it, but these Imperial Clans and Emperor Lineages did hold a slight edge over them.
A Desolate Ancient Family could be trampled flat, a Holy Land reduced to ashes, an imperial dynasty put to the torch.
But not an Imperial Clan. They were eternal, bound to the Dao Realm in life and death.
No one dared speak of trampling an Imperial Clan or Emperor Lineage flat.
The undying emperors in the Dao Realm made anyone think twice before harboring thoughts of exterminating an Imperial Clan.
One could oppose an Imperial Clan or Emperor Lineage, make them suffer heavy losses, even keep them suppressed for a lifetime with their heads bowed.
But no one dared try to wipe one out, and no one could.
Want to exterminate an Imperial Clan? Then go kill the Emperors if you're so capable.
"I hear the young man at the center of the Ji Family's group is the most outstanding of his generation!"
The elderly passerby beside Ye Fan started sharing what he knew again. Ye Fan was used to it by now.
It was normal enough for outsiders