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"Success!"
Hearing the hum of bloodline resonance emanating from Xiao Yu's body, a trace of delight flickered in Mo Yu's eyes.
With a deep breath, Xiao Yu slowly opened her tightly shut eyes, which glowed crimson for a brief moment before the light gradually receded. The clan mark that had appeared on her forehead vanished beneath her skin with a single thought.
"It's finally activated."
As she exhaled deeply, Xiao Yu could feel the peculiar energy mark hovering beneath the surface of her forehead—a testament to the activation of the Xiao Clan's clan mark.
"Thank you, Ancestor."
After the initial excitement passed, Xiao Yu noticed the translucent figure of the green-robed woman before her growing dimmer. Her expression froze as she realized the toll this process had taken and felt a pang of guilt.
"There's no need for guilt, child," said Fairy Xiao, the green-robed woman, shaking her head with a gentle smile. She reached out to stroke Xiao Yu's hair tenderly. "Even in death, being able to assist the descendants of my clan is the very purpose of our burial in the Heavenly Tomb."
After comforting Xiao Yu, Fairy Xiao sighed softly, as if recalling something important.
"With the decline of the Xiao Clan, it has been over a thousand years since a member of our bloodline has entered the Heavenly Tomb. Your arrival here must be fate. From now on, the future of the Xiao Clan rests on the shoulders of your remaining branch."
Hearing this, Xiao Yu's expression turned serious, and she said resolutely, "Rest assured, Ancestor. Apart from me, my cousin Xiao Yan has also entered the Heavenly Tomb. His talent far surpasses mine. There is hope for the Xiao Clan's resurgence yet."
"Yes, Cousin Xiao Yan's talent is on par with mine, if not greater. With him, the Xiao Clan is destined to rise once more," Mo Yu chimed in, stepping closer and gently holding Xiao Yu's jade-like hand.
The moment his fingers touched her delicate hand, Mo Yu felt as though he were holding a flawless piece of icy jade, cold and smooth, an irresistible temptation to anyone.
In that brief moment, Mo Yu realized Xiao Yu was no longer the same person she had been.
Though her appearance hadn't changed much, her aura and strength now rivaled those of Lei Fei'er, one of the most dazzling prodigies of the younger generation. The once-ordinary eldest daughter of the Xiao Clan from Wu Tan City had finally blossomed into a peerless figure on the continent.
Xiao Yu glanced at her hand clasped in Mo Yu's, her cheeks flushing slightly. She bit her lip and used her long hair to partially shield her reddened face. Though she and Mo Yu were close, she couldn't help feeling shy in front of others.
"Oh? Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan possesses talent comparable to yours?" Fairy Xiao remarked with surprise after hearing Mo Yu's words.
To her, the silver-eyed youth before her was an extraordinary talent, a peerless genius even among the Lei Clan. His depth and potential might even rival Xiao Xuan in his youth.
Yet Mo Yu claimed that Xiao Yan's talent was not inferior to his. Did this mean the Xiao Clan, which had been in decline for centuries, had birthed another prodigy akin to Xiao Xuan?
"Yes," Mo Yu said earnestly. "Though I hail from the Lei Clan, I grew up with the Xiao Clan. Not only was I childhood friends with Yu'er, but I also shared many experiences with my cousin Xiao Yan.
"We journeyed together from the northwestern region of the continent to Central Plains, relying solely on our own strength without the backing of any family. I can confidently say that Cousin Xiao Yan's talent and achievements are on par with mine. He is undoubtedly the one who will restore the glory of the Xiao Clan."
"To journey from the northwestern region to Central Plains on your own…" Fairy Xiao murmured, her gaze sharpening as she looked at the silver-eyed youth before her.
As a peak expert, she understood the immense challenges and dangers such a journey entailed. Accomplishing this feat without any external support was proof of exceptional strength and tenacity.
After all, even the eight great clans had not always been powerful. Their founding ancestors were ordinary people who had climbed step by step to the pinnacle of the Dou Qi continent, ultimately establishing clans that endured for millennia.
"It seems my Xiao Clan truly has a new seed of hope," Fairy Xiao said with a pleased sigh. Though she had never met Xiao Yan, Mo Yu's recounting assured her that the Xiao Clan's resurgence was not a distant dream.
With a thought, she summoned a mysterious, ancient jade flute that glowed with a vibrant green light.
The flute, though simple and unadorned, bore intricate carvings of nine phoenixes, their lifelike forms exuding a potent and unique energy.
"Yu'er, since you have inherited my bloodline and accepted the Xiao Clan's mark, this Nine Phoenix Flute shall now be yours." Fairy Xiao handed the ancient flute to Xiao Yu with a gentle smile.
"This…" Xiao Yu hesitated, but before she could decline, Fairy Xiao grabbed her hand and placed the flute in her palm.
Not stopping there, Fairy Xiao lightly tapped Xiao Yu's forehead, imbuing her with a vast and intricate stream of knowledge.
"This is the Heavenly Phoenix Melody Art, the technique I cultivated during my lifetime. Combined with your newly awakened eighth-grade bloodline, reaching my level of strength will no longer be out of your reach."
Xiao Yu froze as the torrent of information surged into her mind. Her face showed astonishment, and tears welled in her eyes as she listened to Fairy Xiao's words.
"Thank you, Ancestor…"
The Nine Phoenix Flute and the Heavenly Phoenix Melody Art—each was an invaluable treasure on the Dou Qi continent. Fairy Xiao had selflessly bestowed both to her, treating her as a true successor.
On top of helping her activate her bloodline, Fairy Xiao's sacrifices moved Xiao Yu deeply.
"Heh, these things are useless to me now, but in your hands, they may contribute to the Xiao Clan's revival.
"If possible, I would be delighted if you would call me 'Master,'" Fairy Xiao said softly, her smile warm and kind.
Her decision to pass on her legacy to Xiao Yu was not just because of their shared bloodline but also because Xiao Yu's temperament resonated with her own. Fairy Xiao would never entrust her heritage to someone unworthy.
Moved by her ancestor's sincerity, Xiao Yu knelt respectfully and bowed deeply. "Disciple greets Master."
Seeing Xiao Yu formally acknowledge Fairy Xiao as her master, Mo Yu smiled, feeling genuine happiness for her.
Though Fairy Xiao had passed away thousands of years ago and could no longer offer direct guidance, the inheritance she left behind would undoubtedly pave the way for Xiao Yu's rise.
With this legacy, Xiao Yu might not only reach the Dou Sheng realm but even touch the threshold of the legendary Dou Di.
"Mo Yu, I entrust Xiao Yu to you from now on. Additionally, if possible, I hope you can lend a helping hand should the Xiao Clan find itself in need."
At this moment, Fairy Xiao, who had accepted Xiao Yu as her disciple, turned her gaze toward Mo Yu and spoke softly.
"Rest assured, Senior Fairy Xiao. Xiao Yu is my fiancée, so I will naturally do my utmost to protect her. As for the Xiao Clan, it is the family where I grew up. If it ever faces danger, I will not stand idly by," Mo Yu replied earnestly.
"Then I shall thank you in advance, Mo Yu." Fairy Xiao nodded with a faint smile. She extended her delicate hand, and a silver heart, sealed within a block of ice, appeared in her palm. Despite the icy seal, an overwhelming vitality radiated from the heart.
"This is the Thunder Jiao Heart, taken from an ancient ninth-grade Thunder Jiao I slew thousands of years ago. I gift it to you now."
As her voice fell, the heart emanated a thick and terrifying thunderous pressure, far surpassing that of Mo Yu's Grand Desolate Thunder Orb. Its destructive potential was such that even a Dou Sheng might not escape unscathed if it were detonated.
"A ninth-grade Thunder Jiao's heart... truly terrifying." Mo Yu's expression grew solemn as he observed the frozen heart.
"It wasn't easy even for me to slay that ancient Thunder Jiao back then—I suffered significant injuries in the process," Fairy Xiao explained. "The Thunder Jiao Heart contains immense thunderous power. Whether you choose to absorb it or use it as a last-resort weapon, its effects will undoubtedly be extraordinary. Consider this a token of gratitude for the contributions you may make to the Xiao Clan in the future."
With a gentle smile, Fairy Xiao handed the frozen Thunder Jiao Heart to Mo Yu.
Mo Yu hesitated for a moment but eventually accepted it under her sincere gaze. Holding the heart, he solemnly promised, "Rest assured, Senior Xiao, the Xiao Clan will not perish while I'm around."
Fairy Xiao smiled faintly and nodded. Just as she was about to speak, the space around them began to tremble violently. An irresistible suction force emerged, as if intending to pull Mo Yu and the others into another dimension.
"The Heavenly Tomb is closing—we're being forced out!" Lei Fei'er exclaimed as she sensed the overpowering suction. The three years they had spent here had come to an end, and it was time to leave.
As soon as Lei Fei'er finished speaking, a massive spatial rift tore open, and the suction intensified. In an instant, it swallowed Mo Yu and his companions.
"Take care, Senior!" the trio called out before vanishing into the void.
Fairy Xiao gazed at the spot where the three disappeared, smiling gently. After a moment, she sighed softly and murmured, "Mo Yu, Xiao Yan… will my Xiao Clan truly rise again?"
In the verdant mountains, figures floated midair, their eyes fixed intently on the distorted space before them.
"Elders, today marks the end of the three-year period, correct?" an elderly man in a grayish-brown robe asked.
"Indeed," a senior from the Gu Clan nodded calmly.
"Who do you think has made the greatest progress this time?" an elder from the Yan Clan asked with a chuckle, stroking his beard.
"That depends on their fortune."
As the elders exchanged words, a sudden tearing sound echoed through the air. A black spatial rift opened, and two figures emerged from within.
"It's the Shi Clan—they seem to have come out unscathed."
The observing figures nodded as they noticed the two emerging from the rift. Their auras were evidently stronger than they had been three years ago, indicating significant gains.
"The Yao Clan, the Yan Clan, and the Gu Clan are coming out as well," someone remarked as more figures emerged one after another. Among them, one from the Shi Clan had advanced from a seven-star Dou Zun to an eight-star, arousing envy among the crowd.
Soon, another spatial rift appeared, and two more figures flew out. However, these two plummeted toward the ground the moment they appeared. Alert elders from the Gu Clan quickly caught them with gentle energy, only to discover that the two had already lost all signs of life.
"It's Hun Ya and Hun Li of the Hun Clan! Both of them have perished in the Heavenly Tomb?"
The revelation caused the onlookers' faces to change. A Gu Clan elder furrowed his brows and spoke in a deep voice.
The sight of the two corpses left everyone exchanging glances, some harboring a faint sense of schadenfreude. The Hun Clan had long been at odds with the other major clans, so this outcome wasn't entirely unwelcome.
Among those who had entered the Heavenly Tomb together, Huo Xuan and others stared at the corpses in stunned silence, their expressions turning contemplative.
"Something about this doesn't add up," Huo Xuan muttered under his breath.
"You mean?" Huo Zhi arched her slender brow.
"I heard those two intended to target Lei Clan's divine-grade bloodline member."
"You think Mo Yu killed them? But with their combined strength, even a nine-star Dou Zun might not prevail. Although Mo Yu has a divine bloodline, he grew up outside the clan and—"
"Who knows…" Huo Xuan shrugged. "Those two weren't good people to begin with. Dead is dead."
Just then, his attention shifted to a new spatial rift forming nearby.
Within moments, three figures emerged, radiating immense energy that drew the attention of everyone present.
"It's Mo Yu! What a powerful aura!" Huo Xuan murmured, his pupils constricting as he stared at the trio.
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