The emergence of the Fire Flood Dragon Ruins stirred most of the factions in the Central Plains. Even long-established powers that usually kept their strength hidden sent people to investigate, let alone the others. For a time, the entire Central Plains became exceptionally lively. After all, the tomb of a Peak Dou Sheng was an immensely tempting prize.
Of the surviving Ancient Seven Clans, every clan except the Hun Clan sent several younger members to gain experience. Of course, as a precaution, they also sent a few Dou Zun along to protect them within the ruins. They all carried specially made Spatial Jade Slips as well. If anything seemed wrong, they could immediately crush a slip and escape.
Meanwhile, in the Starfall Pavilion, Yao Lao looked over the intelligence in his hands and sighed helplessly. The emergence of the Fire Flood Dragon Ruins was indeed an opportunity for them, but unfortunately, the Starfall Pavilion had no suitable candidates. They could only let this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity slip away.
Zi Yan and the others were only Dou Emperors at best; going there would be nothing more than throwing their lives away. Venerable Feng met the strength requirement, but he had to handle matters great and small within the pavilion and clearly could not spare the time. As for the others, Yao Lao did not particularly trust them. Xiao Yan should have been the most suitable candidate, but he happened to be away training during this period, and they could not reach him no matter what they tried. Yao Lao could only abandon the idea.
"Alas... I hope the little fellow hears the news. Otherwise, it would be such a shame." Yao Lao sighed. He had no idea where Xiao Yan was training now. If he was not too far away, perhaps he