The Four Ancient Clans had stood for countless millions of years on the strength of one thing: their deep foundations. Wealth, companions, methods, and land-their foundations encompassed more than accumulated cultivation resources. Across those long years, their disciples, old associates, and powerful figures who owed them favors were everywhere. Unless someone possessed the overwhelming strength of an Immortal Emperor, utterly destroying them was nothing but a dream.
Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang's ties to the Ji Clan were the final trump card in Ji Shuyue's hand.
Why couldn't Yun Huang count as part of the Ji Clan's foundations? Although the Ji Clan had now been kicked aside like some roadside dog, if they were shameless enough and sacrificed a few of their uncles and elders, they could still lick up a little goodwill.
That meant there was still room to turn things around.
Ji Shuyue elegantly straightened his slightly disheveled ritual robes, then casually took a handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of his eyes, wiping away every trace of the "tears" that had barely existed to begin with.
Watching that seamless performance, so effortlessly controlled, the powerful figures present who had failed to secure even the slightest benefit cursed inwardly without end.
For this Crown Prince of Great Zhou not to become an actor was truly a tremendous loss to the cultivation world!
Yun Huang had spoken only a few words and never mentioned "taking over," but his meaning was plain for all to see.
Great Zhou had a new master.
"Disperse." Yun Huang spared the crowd no further glance and lightly swept his sleeve.
"Farewell, Immortal Emperor!"
Everyone bowed, their voices perfectly aligned, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
Yun Huang turned, and without any visible action on his part, the space beside him rippled like water.
Yun Huang