Who was Duan De?
He was the man who had dug up the ancestors' graves of the great families and robbed the tombs of holy land powerhouses, yet still stood firm on the Big Dipper, alive and kicking, even after his deeds came to light.
He harbored a great secret. Even the families and holy lands wanted to capture him and investigate, but Duan De escaped every single time.
Yet this very man, a source of endless headaches for the great families and countless holy lands, had actually suffered a setback at the hands of an unknown little brat.
If word got out, who knew what the rulers of those Desolate Ancient Families and transcendent holy lands would think?
"Who exactly are you? Fellow Daoist Duan called you Brother Luo. Could you be a direct descendant of some family? There isn't a single Desolate Ancient Family named Luo in the entire Eastern Wasteland, but there is one Top Family that is no weaker than a Desolate Ancient Family.
"Could you be a direct descendant of the Luo Family?" Yan Ruyu had never believed what the child said earlier. As a descendant of the Demon Emperor, she could tell at a glance who held the Demon Emperor's Heart.
She thought of the two divine steeds beside the child: a horse and a donkey.
According to rumor, the Ancient Saint ancestor of the Luo Family rode a donkey.
That made it impossible for Yan Ruyu not to connect him with his Luo surname.
Just then, the Demon Emperor's Heart hidden within Luo Yan seemed to be stirred by some force. It emerged again, radiating astonishing, utterly terrifying fluctuations. Its vast, majestic power poured down like the Silver River cascading from the nine heavens, while a horrifying life essence surged from the heart