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Outside the Heavenly Tomb.
Under the watchful eyes of countless individuals across the land, a trio—one man and two women—stepped out from the void. Their figures were tall and slender, exuding an ethereal elegance as they floated steadily in mid-air. A gentle breeze played with their robes and hair, giving them the appearance of celestial beings.
Leading the group was Mo Yu, standing between the two women with an air of intimacy that drew envious gazes from onlookers.
"Mo Yu, Fei'er... and that girl—she's from the Xiao Clan, isn't she? But her aura seems..."
Mang Tianchi, observing Mo Yu's safe return, let out a long sigh of relief. At this moment, Mo Yu was undoubtedly the most important person in the Lei Clan. Any mishap involving him would have been an irreparable loss.
However, when Mang Tianchi's gaze shifted to Xiao Yu, his expression revealed a trace of astonishment. He had heard about this fiancée of Mo Yu from the Xiao Clan through clan intelligence, so she was not unfamiliar to him.
What surprised him, though, was the extraordinary aura Xiao Yu exuded. The Xiao Clan, long in decline, had somehow produced such an outstanding younger generation. Even by Lei Clan standards, Xiao Yu would rank among the top talents.
"Strange... it seems this Xiao Clan girl gained quite a bit from her time in the Heavenly Tomb," Mang Tianchi thought to himself. But as his gaze returned to Mo Yu, his astonishment deepened.
"Even Mo Yu's aura has..."
His eyes lingered on Xiao Yu briefly before shifting to the silver-eyed young man beside her. Mang Tianchi's expression stiffened, his eyes reflecting a mix of shock and disbelief.
With his sharp perception, he could discern that Mo Yu's strength had soared to a level beyond the peak of Dou Zun. Compared to his state before entering the Heavenly Tomb, his power had increased severalfold.
"He's reached the level of Nine Turns To Sheng? Such terrifying progress..."
Other elders of the ancient clans also noticed the change, exchanging looks of disbelief and awe.
Even though the Heavenly Tomb was a miraculous place with peculiar effects of time, advancing by several stars within three years was still an unprecedented feat.
At least, in all the years of sending people into the Heavenly Tomb, they had never encountered anyone with such astonishing progress, not even those with divine-grade bloodlines.
"Could it be... because of Lei Zhen's ancestral tomb?"
Mang Tianchi's face lit up as a possibility occurred to him.
As a high-ranking member of the Lei Clan, he was naturally aware of the tomb of Lei Zhen, a powerful ancestor of the clan, within the Heavenly Tomb. If Mo Yu had gained such immense power, it was likely due to the inheritance left by Lei Zhen.
Under the many watchful eyes, Mo Yu's gaze swept across his surroundings, eventually landing on two corpses floating in mid-air. His brows furrowed slightly as he murmured, "I didn't expect even the corpses of Hun Ya and his companion to be transported out."
Mo Yu knew full well that Hun Ya and his companion held significant positions within the Hun Clan. Their deaths would undoubtedly bring trouble his way, though he did not care much.
"Ha, Brother Mo Yu, who would've thought that after just two years, your strength has already reached such heights!"
As Mo Yu muttered, Huo Xuan approached with Huo Zhi, both smiling warmly.
"Brother Huo Xuan, you've made great progress as well," Mo Yu replied with a smile. He could see that Huo Xuan was now on the verge of reaching the peak of an eight-star Dou Zun.
"Compared to you, I'm far behind. Truly, divine-grade bloodlines are unparalleled," Huo Xuan remarked with a wry smile, sensing the profound depth of Mo Yu's aura.
Mo Yu merely smiled. He understood that without Lei Zhen's inheritance and his perfect Heavenly Thunder Body, his progress would not have been this explosive.
"Look, it's Xiao Yan and Xun'er! They're out too!"
While Mo Yu and Huo Xuan were talking, Xiao Yu pointed toward a familiar pair in the distance with a smile.
Following her gesture, Mo Yu turned to see Xiao Yan and Xun'er, their figures radiating a celestial harmony as they emerged.
Noticing Mo Yu's group, Xiao Yan and Xun'er quickly approached.
Upon sensing the immense aura radiating from Mo Yu, Xiao Yan and Xun'er exchanged wry smiles, shaking their heads.
However, they had long grown accustomed to Mo Yu's extraordinary capabilities, so their surprise was limited. What caught their attention was Xiao Yu, whose transformation made their expressions subtly shift.
Xun'er studied Xiao Yu intently, her beautiful eyes showing rare astonishment. "Cousin Xiao Yu, you've changed so much!"
Xiao Yu smiled playfully, winking at Xun'er. "What's wrong, Cousin Xun'er? Don't recognize me anymore?"
"Haha, it seems Cousin Xiao Yu also encountered an ancestor of the Xiao Clan," Xiao Yan said with a chuckle, as if realizing something.
Xiao Yu nodded, her face showing gratitude. "After we were separated in the Heavenly Tomb, I ventured deep inside and stumbled upon the tomb of Fairy Xiao. Upon learning of my identity and the decline of the Xiao Clan, she accepted me as her disciple. During that time, she not only helped me restore my Dou Di bloodline but also passed on all her knowledge to me."
"Fairy Xiao..." Xun'er murmured, her expression tinged with surprise.
As a powerful Dou Sheng of the Xiao Clan from millennia ago, Fairy Xiao's reputation extended even to the Gu Clan. Learning that Xiao Yu had received her inheritance, Xun'er felt both astonishment and joy.
Xiao Yan, too, nodded, sincerely happy for Xiao Yu.
"Judging by your aura, Cousin Xiao Yan, it seems you also gained a great deal in the Heavenly Tomb," Mo Yu said with a light laugh, observing Xiao Yan's profound energy.
"Indeed, Brother Mo Yu. I encountered Ancestor Xiao Xuan and also had my Xiao Clan bloodline restored," Xiao Yan admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Xiao Xuan..."
Hearing this name, Mo Yu nodded, unsurprised.
By contrast, Lei Fei'er's beautiful eyes flickered with shock. Compared to Fairy Xiao, Xiao Xuan—former patriach of the Xiao Clan—was far more renowned.
After all, Xiao Xuan had once stood at the pinnacle of the continent, only a step away from becoming a Dou Di.
Lei Fei'er now regarded Xiao Yan with newfound seriousness. Mo Yu's earlier remark that Xiao Yan's talent rivaled his own had initially seemed like mere consolation. But seeing Xiao Yan's progress, Lei Fei'er realized that despite his humble origins, Xiao Yan was truly exceptional.
"Speaking of which, I really must thank Xiao Yan and Sister Xun'er for securing a spot in the Heavenly Tomb for me…" At this moment, Xiao Yu gently held Xun'er's fair jade-like hand and expressed her gratitude.
Hearing this, Xun'er shook her head lightly and smiled faintly. "This spot was originally meant for the Xiao Clan. If anything, the Gu Clan has taken advantage of it for years. If there's someone to thank, it should be Cousin Mo Yu.
"Cousin Mo Yu possesses the divine-grade bloodline of the Lei Clan, and you are his fiancée. Because of that, some elders in the clan were hesitant to act rashly…"
"Oh…" Xiao Yu's beautiful eyes flashed at these words. She then turned her gaze toward Mo Yu, her eyes brimming with uncontrollable affection.
Whether it was the Heavenly Tomb spot or the Bloodline Reversion Pill, they were all meticulously arranged by Mo Yu for her. This filled Xiao Yu's heart with immense gratitude.
Everything Mo Yu had once promised her was gradually becoming reality…
Seeing Xiao Yu's expression, Mo Yu reached out to take her hand. Just as he was about to speak, a surge of black mist, resembling a black dragon, suddenly shot across the distant sky. In an instant, it appeared beside the two icy corpses on the ground.
"Hun Ya! Hun Li!"
The black mist condensed into the form of an elderly man in a black robe. Staring blankly at the lifeless bodies of Hun Ya and Hun Li, he seemed thunderstruck. He had never imagined that the two sent into the Heavenly Tomb would both perish.
Noticing the elder's increasingly bloodshot eyes, the surrounding crowd hurriedly distanced themselves, fearing that this old man from the Hun Clan might suddenly lose control.
"Hu…"
The black-robed elder from the Hun Clan gasped heavily, his eyes filled with rage. After a brief pause, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the spot in the sky where Mo Yu stood.
Before Hun Ya and Hun Li had entered the Heavenly Tomb, he had been aware of their intent to eliminate the Lei Clan's divine-grade bloodline within the tomb. Yet now, not only was Mo Yu perfectly fine, but his strength had also grown significantly.
On the other hand, Hun Ya and Hun Li had met such miserable ends. This turn of events left the black-robed elder with no choice but to suspect Mo Yu.
"You brat from the Lei Clan!"
The black-robed elder's venomous gaze fixed on Mo Yu. After a moment of silence, he could no longer suppress his fury, and a low roar filled with killing intent echoed across the sky.
Hearing this outburst, Mo Yu calmly turned his gaze toward the elder and said indifferently, "No need to guess. I killed them. To be precise, they brought it upon themselves."
"How audacious! Since you admit it, then it's time to pay with your life!"
Hearing Mo Yu's direct admission, the black-robed elder was momentarily stunned before his expression darkened.
As the last word fell, he flicked his sleeve, and a pitch-black chain emitting a chilling aura tore through the void, hurtling viciously toward Mo Yu.
Facing the sudden attack, Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged. He stepped forward and extended his hand, grabbing the black chain firmly. A moment later, a purple-gold thunder whip shot along the chain, launching a fierce counterattack!
"Hmph!"
The black-robed elder snorted coldly as he tightened his grip. Black mist, like a venomous serpent, surged along the chain, colliding violently with the purple-gold thunder whip.
"Boom!"
The thunder whip and the black mist exploded upon contact, and the force of the blast shattered the chain in mid-air.
As the chain disintegrated, a powerful gust swept out from the explosion. Mo Yu shrugged off the impact effortlessly, while the black-robed elder staggered back a step, clearly at a disadvantage in the exchange.
"Old man, is that all you've got?"
Casually discarding the broken chain in his hand, Mo Yu's cold gaze fixed on the black-robed elder as he sneered.
The elder steadied himself, his expression extremely grim. Despite his strength being around the eighth stage of Dou Zun, he had failed to gain any advantage over Mo Yu.
"Hun Sen, you decrepit old fool! How dare you target Mo Yu? Are you declaring war against the Lei Clan on behalf of your Hun Clan?"
At this moment, Mang Tianchi appeared, glaring at the black-robed elder as he bellowed.
"Hmph, Mang Tianchi! My Hun Clan's people lost their lives at the hands of your Lei Clan, and you dare to turn the tables?" A cold voice interrupted before Hun Sen could respond.
A swirl of black mist emerged behind him, and a figure in a purple robe stepped out. The elder's features were aged, but his aura was incomparably powerful, instilling a sense of immense pressure—even Mo Yu felt it. This was another Hun Clan expert, no weaker than Mang Tianchi—a Ban Sheng!
"Mang Tianchi, a war between two clans is no trivial matter. Even you lack the authority to make such a decision. Hand Mo Yu over to us, and come with us to the Hun Clan. Otherwise, our clan will never let this go!" The purple-robed elder's cold eyes swept over Mo Yu as he spoke.
"Hun Xiu, so it's you, you old relic! Do you think I don't know what your Hun Clan is planning?
"Hun Ya and Hun Li conspired to assassinate a divine-grade bloodline of my Lei Clan. Their deaths are well-deserved. If anything, it proves your Hun Clan's incompetence!
"Before I left, the patriach personally instructed me to protect Mo Yu at all costs. If you want to take him, you'll have to step over my dead body first. And be ready for the Lei Clan's declaration of war!" Mang Tianchi roared furiously, utterly unfazed by the Ban Sheng's threat.
Hearing Mang Tianchi's aggressive stance, the purple-robed elder's expression darkened. While the Lei Clan's strength was inferior to that of the Gu Clan, it was still formidable. Moreover, the Lei Clan was known for its love of battle. Targeting Mo Yu could very well ignite a war between the two clans.
Realizing the implications, Hun Xiu hesitated. He could not afford to bear the blame for provoking a clan war. After some deliberation, he coldly declared, "Hmph! Twisting the facts and making baseless accusations. Mang Tianchi, don't get too arrogant. In a mere ten thousand years, the Lei Clan won't even be a match for the Hun Clan.
"And you, Mo Yu, remember this: the deaths of Hun Ya and Hun Li will not go unavenged. My Hun Clan will settle this score!"
Mo Yu's expression remained calm as he replied indifferently, "I'll be waiting."
Seeing Mo Yu's composed demeanor, Hun Xiu's eyes turned even colder. However, he understood that with Mang Tianchi present, capturing Mo Yu today was impossible.
With a wave of his hand, he retrieved the corpses of Hun Ya and Hun Li. Glaring at Mo Yu one last time, the two Hun Clan elders transformed into shadows and sped toward the exit of the Heavenly Tomb.
Watching their retreating figures, a faint chill flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. He then turned to look at Mang Tianchi, who stood protectively in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
Having a powerful ally truly made all the difference…
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