"Xiao Yan, brother, the Shi clan has vanished, and the Gu clan must have also suffered significant setbacks. Therefore, perhaps I should go back and visit them first..." On a green peak, Xiao Yan gazed toward the western sky, the delicate voice of Xun'er echoing once again in his ears. With a touch of melancholy, he naturally understood that since Xun'er had disappeared with him for two years, her absence must have caused a major disruption within the Gu clan. Now that they had finally broken free, both by emotion and by reason, she deserved a visit—especially considering the recent upheaval involving the Shi clan. "Xun, I promised you I'd go to the Ancient Clan to make a proposal. I'll be waiting for you..." Xiao Yan gently grasped his palm in front of him, as if trying to catch the fading figure of her form. After a moment, he quickly composed himself, his eyes gradually growing slightly blurred. Along the way, he had gained a clear understanding of the current situation between the Heavenly Realm Alliance and the Spirit Temple—the intensity of their conflict far exceeded his expectations. Now, the two sides are nearly at war to the point of mutual annihilation. The Spirit Temple has destroyed numerous cities within the Alliance, while the Alliance has in turn devastated several branches of the Spirit Temple. Aside from the true高层 who are still striving to maintain a semblance of stability, the rest of the conflict can be described as fierce and heated. Naturally, Xiao Yan had no objections to this situation. His relationship with the Spirit Temple and the Spirit Clan has always been one of irreconcilable rivalry, with no room for compromise. He had indeed anticipated such a scenario, but he hadn't expected it to unfold so swiftly or so fiercely. "Two tigers fighting will surely sustain injuries. The Huan Pavilion has suffered a significant setback, and given their temperament, they absolutely won't let it go without a fight. However, the current alliance now has Xiao Chen's ancestral lineage firmly established, and is also secretly protected by that old Dan Ta master. Even if the Huan Pavilion's master is as assertive as he is, he'll dare not advance to strike. Nevertheless, beyond the Huan Pavilion, there's still the Huan clan itself—acting as the clan's vassals, they certainly won't allow the Huan Pavilion to be destroyed by the Tian Fu Alliance." Xiao Yin's gaze flickered, though he had been absent for a long time. With the information he had gathered, deducing these developments was not particularly difficult. "The Hall of Souls... perhaps it's finally time for us to face off. When you wiped out my Xiao family back then, nearly eradicating our lineage, now it's time for me to repay that blood debt..." Xiang Yin gradually clenched his fists, flames flickering in his eyes. Yet a subtle sense of cold, eerie stillness began to seep through. Then, with a sudden movement, space rippled as if by magic—his form vanished entirely. With the rapid growth of the Tianfu Alliance, the internal oppositions that had emerged among the various factions due to the alliance have completely dissipated. In fact, subtly, the major powers—guided by the various norms within the alliance—are showing clear signs of gradual integration. Some disciples, in their spoken references, have unconsciously shifted from identifying themselves as members of their original sects to simply calling themselves Tianfu people. Through prolonged harmonization, these distinct factions are increasingly being assimilated into a single, unified force—the Tianfu Alliance itself. Regarding this point, the leading figures of the major powers were well aware, yet ultimately chose to remain silent. Now that the Alliance and the Spirit Temple have become locked in an unyielding rivalry, should any unforeseen crisis befall the Alliance leading to its dissolution, these powers would inevitably become the primary targets of the Spirit Temple's retaliation. Their fate in such a scenario would likely be quite dire. At this juncture, only by uniting closely can they hope to withstand the Spirit Temple's pressure; otherwise, they would face certain extinction. Around the grand hall, waves of soul perception continuously sweep back and forth, forming a network as vast and intricate as heaven's web and earth's lattice—such defense would instantly detect even the smallest intrusion, like an ant making its way through. Upon hearing his words, numerous senior figures from the alliance immediately turned their attention toward him. "According to the intelligence we've received, the Huan clan will dispatch true powerhouses to assist the Huan Temple in eliminating our Tianfu Alliance..." "Hmph. That's quite an ambitious claim—especially with Master Xiao Chen and Elder Danta both present—how dare the Huan Temple make such statements!" As soon as Wind Elder finished speaking, a few murmurs of disapproval rose throughout the hall. Over the years, the Tianfu Alliance has demonstrated an exceptionally strong presence, and under such strength, even the Huan Temple has suffered significant losses. Some more optimistic members have even compared the Tianfu Alliance to a rising dominant force in the Central Region—this naturally fosters a sense of pride and arrogance among certain individuals. "It's good to have confidence, but if one goes overboard and becomes overly boastful, they may simply be paving their own path to downfall..." Elder Yao glanced at the few individuals who had spoken, and said calmly. "Have you learned who the Huan clan has sent this time?" "Wind Sovereign licked his lips, gazed at the Elder of Medicine, and then nodded, saying, 'Hun Qianmo...' Upon uttering these words, he glanced around the hall and noticed many people looking puzzled. He added, 'A six-star Battle Saint, reportedly, once participated in the siege against Xiao Xuan.' 'Boom!' "Finally, the last sentence struck like a powerful bomb, instantly sending ripples of excitement and shock through the hall. Many faces reflected astonishment—how could the Huaxin Clan have dispatched a master-level elder spirit-being of such caliber? It seemed they had truly resolved to eliminate the Tianfu Alliance entirely." "Xiao Chen..." A hoarse voice suddenly rose in the now-silent hall, and as it did, everyone fell quiet at once. Their eyes turned toward a corner of the hall, where a thin, pale figure sat in stillness, his expression rigid as that of a zombie—exactly the one Xiao Chen had been rescued from the Xianghuo Phantom Realm by Xiao Yan. Xiao Chen merely uttered the name, then fell back into silence. Only those with exceptionally strong inner power could sense the subtle signs of spatial instability surrounding him—the very atmosphere seemed to tremble, indicating the depth of his emotional turmoil. "How could the Huan clan send out such an old beast? Wouldn't they fear dissatisfaction from the Gu clan and the other three clans?" Elder Huayun furrowed his brow. Though now healed of his old injuries and having reached the second-star Dou Sheng level with the aid of certain elixirs, even at this rank, he still felt an unyielding pressure. "Among these ancient lineages today, each one harbors suspicion of the others, fearing that the events involving the Spirit and Stone clans will be repeated. Who among them would have the leisure to attend to the Huan clan? Moreover, the Huan clan's current move seems to be a test—otherwise, they wouldn't have sent merely Huan Qianmo alone..." The Grand Elder of Dantai shook his head, his expression serious. "If this old monster truly decides to act, we may have no choice but to summon the Elder to intervene. In that case, as long as one of the Huan Palace's Palace Masters or the Huan Demon Elder is assigned to assist, they could temporarily hold back Master Xiao Chen. This would fully tie up our strongest forces, leaving only one to lead the Huan Palace's elite in an offensive against the Alliance. Then, we would face a fierce and devastating battle." Hearing this, the senior elder of Dan Ta shook his head helplessly. Even if they could manage to hold off the Hall Master of Huan Pavilion, a five-star Battle Saint, the presence of so many Battle Saints would inevitably spread their forces thin—only other Battle Saints could effectively contain one another. Should the Huan Pavilion's Battle Saints break through, the rest of the alliance's forces would suffer a devastating blow. "If Miss Zǐ Yán were here, we wouldn't be having such difficulties," one sighed. Miss Zǐ Yán was indeed an invaluable asset. Yet, the affairs of the Tú Xuē Ancient Dragon Clan were far from settled. Though the three Dragon Kings had retreated wounded, they were no longer as strong as before—still a potential threat. She had to remain at Dong Long Island, overseeing the campaign until the three islands were completely eliminated. Inside the hall, another wave of heavy, oppressive silence settled in, and only now did the gathered guests realize that an intense downpour had gradually enveloped the Alliance. And should they now fail to withstand it, all their previous efforts would be rendered in vain.