On this day.
Lin Tian could finally rest easy.
All the drawbacks and obstacles that had once worried him, preventing the Xuan Yuan Clan from entering the greater Primordial World, had essentially been shattered by him over these hundred thousand years.
After all.
The Little Beast Emperor had already become one with the Xuan Yuan Clan's bloodline.
At the same time, a new, true core of the Xuan Yuan Clan had emerged, someone who genuinely wielded the clan's origin law. That core was Ji Rui.
Over these hundred thousand years, the drive that the Xuan Yuan Clan ought to have possessed-the urge to rise, to stop lying around like salted fish-had also been awakened.
For Lin Tian, it could be said that he no longer had any worries left behind him.
He had also remedied the regrets and hidden troubles he had left behind when he created the Xuan Yuan Clan on ten million units of dedicated soil, all because his cultivation realm had been too low.
For a hundred thousand years.
Xuan Yuan had remained kneeling outside the Outer Academy.
Now, with thunderous rumbling, he took a great stride forward, manifesting in midair the might of his bloodline as the Ancestor of the Xuan Yuan Clan.
Behind him stood his wife, Lei Zu.
Then.
Xuan Yuan straightened his robes and headdress and once again performed three bows and nine kowtows before his great ancestor, Lin Tian, whose demeanor had remained calm throughout:
"Xuan Yuan offers countless thanks to the Ancestral God for granting the Xuan Yuan Clan a path to set out anew and be reborn!"
In truth.
During these hundred thousand years, when Lin Tian annihilated the Xuan Yuan Clan's three billion elite descendants, Xuan Yuan had initially harbored resentment.
After all, nurturing those three billion elite descendants