When the vibrant seven-colored light enveloped the hall, several elders' faces subtly changed, their bodies barely trembling—this bloodline pressure would have caused them to kneel like the guards, had it not been for their formidable strength. "Xun...," some elders sighed, shaking their heads. Such a level of bloodline pressure, in the ancient clan, was truly rare—besides Xun, who else could possess it? Under the watchful eyes of all present, a graceful figure slowly advanced through the hall, the seven-colored glow spreading from her brow. "Ah well," said Elder Tongxuan, sighing in resignation, glancing at the elders whose faces looked rather unwell, especially Gu Shan, "Xun, let's first收 up the clan seal." Hearing the words of the Elder Xuan, the seven-colored glow at the center of Xun'er's brow gradually dimmed. As she approached the conference table, flames of anger flickered in her beautiful eyes—she knew these people would not easily accept Xiao Yan, even now that the latter had demonstrated such overwhelming strength. Some of them still couldn’t help but subtly obstruct him. Xun stared straight at Gusu, her words growing increasingly sharp, leaving the latter unable to speak or counter. "Xun, this is the hall where the Elders conduct their ceremonies—your sudden intrusion has already violated protocol," Guxian said, frowning. "Guxian Elder, have you forgotten the privileges granted by the Seven-Color Clan seal?" Xun replied coldly. Guxian was momentarily stunned, then slightly disgruntled. According to the ancient customs of the clan, any member bearing the Seven-Color Seal instantly held a status surpassing most Elders. Thus, entering this meeting room was no breach of protocol at all. "Enough—let's stop arguing," Elder Tongxuan said, his brow furrowed. With his voice, the hall grew noticeably quieter, and a steady stream of eyes turned toward Elder Tongxuan. "It truly is rather excessive to exclude Xiao Yan... Considering him as well, our ancient clan has held the heavenly tomb slots for so many years from the Xiao clan. Now, it's time to return a fair share. Moreover, this time, the Xiao clan has only Xiao Yan. Even if he is admitted into the heavenly tomb, our ancient clan will still retain five slots—this is already quite favorable. Therefore, I believe there's no need for further discussion among you all." The Senior Tongxuan crossed his hands and spoke in a calm, steady tone. "Um, excuse me, elders," Xun'er nodded slightly, bowed politely to the elders present, and then turned, walking out of the hall with respectful deference from the guards watching her. As Xun'er's silhouette faded into the distance, several elders exchanged glances, surprised—never having expected that Xun'er, who had always been indifferent to such matters, would take such a firm stance on issues concerning Xiao Yan. "Senior Tongxuan, in the Heavenly Tomb, is there still Xiao Xuan's ancestral estate? We haven't entered there yet, not even once," said Gu Shan, who remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. Upon hearing this, Senior Tongxuan's brows furrowed slightly. "There's no need for you to make any moves regarding Xiao Xuan's mausoleum. With his once-celebrated abilities, the mausoleum he left behind is so well-protected that even if the Clan Elder himself were to intervene, success would only reach fifty percent. Therefore, there's no point in wasting effort on it." As the elder with the deep, thoughtful expression nodded, a clear, resonant voice suddenly rose gently within the hall. Upon hearing it, Gu Shan promptly silenced himself. Once such a senior figure had spoken, it seemed that Xiao Xuan's mausoleum was truly beyond any hope. "Alright, everyone, disperse now. The Ancient Realm has recently invited several powerful figures. Please be mindful and ensure that no one disrupts the Ancient Realm's descendants." "Understood." Hearing this, the various elders bowed respectfully and then rose slowly, one by one, to leave the hall. Sitting in his seat, Elder Tongxuan gazed at the gradually emptying hall and sighed, saying, "What do the Elders think of Xiao Yan?" "As the Senior Master Tongxuan spoke, the space on the side of the conference table subtly warped, and gradually, a weathered figure wrapped in a gray robe emerged, his voice calm and gentle: 'He has the potential to become great.' 'Indeed?' Tongxuan's brows lifted slightly. To hear such words from elders whose expectations were so lofty—well, that was no small feat. 'What about the ancient jade of the Tuo She Emperor? According to my expectations, it should be on Xiao Yan's person. Should the Soul Palace claim it, that would certainly pose some complications...' Tongxuan hesitated, then asked again. The gray-robed figure gently rubbed the back of the chair with his dry hands, and after a moment, spoke: 'Do not worry—everything will be taken care of.' 'Indeed so...' Tongxuan nodded slightly, murmuring to himself. ... On the lush, verdant peak, soft mist drifted gently, like a paradise. Xiao Yan walked steadily toward the summit of Qing Feng, his body now fully restored from both injuries and energy depletion. His flesh, refined by Zhuo Yan's Dragon-Phoenix power, had become exceptionally strong, and thus his remarkable recuperative abilities were no surprise. "Junior Xiao Yan, if my arrival has disturbed you in any way, I beg your forgiveness." Xiao Yan bowed respectfully to the figure and then slowly stepped back, his movements cautious—this person's presence felt unusually strange, and he couldn't help but remain vigilant. "No need, I've been waiting here for you all along..." As Xiao Yan took just a few steps backward, a soft, gentle laugh echoed in his ears. When he blinked and focused again, he found himself already atop the mountain, surrounded by drifting mist and an ethereal atmosphere. Yet despite the serene scene, a cold sensation crept through his heart. What kind of technique was this? Over the years, he had encountered countless powerful individuals, but someone who could seamlessly shift their true form without him even noticing—this was the first time he had witnessed such a feat. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward the figure standing a little distance ahead. Though the presence wasn't overwhelming, it commanded such an air of stillness that Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel no small regard for him. He was certain that, from birth to the present moment, this person was the most formidable he had ever encountered. Nevertheless, since he had come, Xiao Yan naturally didn't linger in unnecessary astonishment. He quickly composed himself—his opponent's strength was simply too immense, leaving him with no room for resistance. In fact, precisely because of this, he felt no concern about what the opponent might do. After all, with such power, a single gesture could easily wound or even injure him. To engage in such trivial theatrics would only seem dull. "Heh, I never expected it—after the once-great Xiao lineage's bloodline was abandoned, the Xiao clan has still produced such outstanding young talents. This makes me truly believe that Xiao Xuan's earlier actions must have held some merit..." Xiao Yan's heart stirred slightly. From this brief statement, he immediately realized that the mysterious figure before him had a connection with his ancestor—meaning, the person was also an ancient master, possibly living for decades. This ordinary appearance fell a bit short of what Xiao Yan had imagined, yet he hadn't quite recovered from the discrepancy when the middle-aged man spoke the next words, which left him utterly stunned. "I am Xu'er's father." "Xu'er's father?" Xiao Yan stammered. He had heard Xu'er mention that her father was the clan chief of the ancient clan and one of the true elite figures in this realm. Now, this very elite figure of the Continent of Qi appeared before him in such an utterly ordinary manner!