Sikong Lai had now been supporting the Soul Prison Clan on his own. He had long been exhausted, and his inability to break through into the late Nascent Soul Realm had left him feeling hopeless.
Once he finally passed away in meditation, or before he ascended, went searching for a passage to ascend, who would take control of this clan?
Although Xuan Yi and another member of the clan appeared to have reached the Pseudo-Nascent Soul Realm, the cultivation resources within their clan were currently insufficient. It would be exceedingly difficult for those two to form a Nascent Soul.
There were simply many matters he could not voice. In the end, he could only rack his own brains for a solution, yet he alone knew best the plight of a lone tree unable to hold up the forest.
Bringing the Third Ancestor's branch and the Great Ancestor's successor back into the clan carried the greatest danger of inviting wolves into the house. Yet the other side truly was too powerful.
They had already traced the Soul Prison Clan here and forced their way in all the way, yet in the end, they had not made a move.
After considering all the information he had uncovered, Sikong Lai gritted his teeth and decided to gamble. If he bet correctly, the once-powerful Soul Prison Clan would return to the world.
Otherwise, if they continued to drag out a wretched existence like this, how much longer could they endure? In perhaps another few thousand years, these two branches might truly perish.
Though he struggled fiercely within his heart, he ultimately made his choice!
Once he had made his decision, Sikong Lai was extraordinarily decisive. After hearing only Elder Hao's brief promise, he had decided to stake the fate of the entire Soul Prison