Entering the Ancient Realm

Xiao Yan had run into a little trouble—no, perhaps it did not even count as trouble. The eight commanders of the Black Nirvana Army challenged him one after another, but all were swiftly defeated.

Yang Hao, knocked off the platform with one palm strike...

Lin Xiu, one punch and one kick...

Gu Zhen, defeated in two moves...

Ling Quan did not even dare challenge Xiao Yan after Xiao Yan merely glanced at him...

Xiao Yan had lost much. Many people who should have been by his side in the original story were gone, but he had also gained much. At the very least, his strength far surpassed that of the original story at the same point in time.

At this moment, he possessed the strength of a nine-star Dou Zun. In terms of cultivation level alone, he ranked among the very best of the Ancient Clan's younger generation.

After several sparring matches, the eight commanders had been beaten into submission. They could only hope that the Four Commanders would recover some face for them, though they did not hold out much hope. Xiao Yan's strength was rather absurd. Even Brother Gu Qingyang, the strongest among them, might not be able to defeat Gu Zhen within two moves!

Ling Quan kept muttering, "The Xiao Tribe has declined, and they do not even have the Dou Emperor bloodline anymore. They have neither resources nor cultivation techniques, so how could someone like this emerge?"

Gu Zhen was comparatively calm. "So what if I lost? One's background is certainly important, but some people are not bound by their origins."

In the central region of Ancient Holy City lay an enormous lake. Its waters were exceptionally clear, yet completely still, giving off an air of lifeless silence.

Above the lake, soldiers of the Black