Ancient Yuan's voice resonated like a thunderclap bursting from the plain, causing every person present to instantly stiffen. In the next instant, one after another, their eyes widened in shock and lifted toward the empty space. The Black Yen army, who had previously been watching Xiao Yan's battle, saw their inner ki surge forth in an overwhelming wave within a matter of moments. "Sky Emperor?" Ancient Yuan's words echoed continuously in Xiao Yan's ears, making him gradually clench his fists. After all, the very culprit responsible for the near-extinction of the Xiao clan—was he finally about to appear? "Alert the Ancient Clan!" The three ancient clan immortals flashed into the sky almost simultaneously, their fierce roars echoing continuously throughout the heavens and earth. Immediately, across the vast mountain range, streaks of light surged forth, and all the ancient clan's elite warriors emerged at that very moment. At once, the sky thrummed with an immense presence—so grand was the array that Xiao Yan could hardly contain his breath. This, indeed, was the power of the ancient clan. Could it be that they... intended to strike against the Ancient Clan? Yan Jin said it firmly, and as the words left his lips, even he could feel his brows furrow. The Ancient Clan was no ordinary ancient race—no matter how many of the Spirit Clan mobilized, it would be difficult to eradicate them as completely as the Spirit Clan had been. Gu Yuan said nothing; his gaze remained fixed on that stretch of space. As his silence deepened, the once-bustling mountain range fell instantly into stillness, as though one could hear the rapid beating of hearts throughout the gathering. If the Spirit Clan truly arrived, everyone would understand what kind of moment this would become—one far surpassing the mere clash witnessed by the Medicine Clan. The stillness of the天地 lasted for approximately a few minutes, yet no one dared to relax. A steady stream of eyes fixed intently upon that empty space. As this silent gaze continued for several more minutes, the void itself suddenly began to ripple. At the same time, a light laugh drifted softly through the air. "Ah, Gu Yuan—so many years have passed, yet your sense of perception remains as sharp as ever..." The moment the voice resonated, every ancient clan warrior slowly bowed slightly, their inner qi surging like a flood. Should any subtle movement occur, an onslaught of attacks would immediately erupt like a downpour. The space trembled, and a vortex gradually took shape. Then, a slender hand emerged from within the vortex, gently pressing against its upper surface. Step by step, a figure stepped forward, finally coming into full view before all present. The figure stepping out of the vortex wore a gray-white robe, appearing to be around thirty years old, with a refined appearance and exceptionally bright eyes that seemed capable of penetrating one's very soul. At first glance, he exuded a cultured grace—had he been holding a scroll, he would have been indistinguishable from a scholar. Yet, at the very moment he appeared, even the faces of Lei Ying and Yan Jin grew profoundly serious, and Gu Yuan's gaze was fully fixed upon him. "Is he the Grand Chancellor of the Spirit Clan, the Spirit Emperor?" Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, finding it difficult to reconcile this seemingly gentle and scholarly figure with the most enigmatic and somber force on the Qi Continent. After this person appeared, several figures stepped forth from the vortex behind him. Leading the group was a figure enveloped in black flames—none other than the Void Devouring Flame that Xiao Yan had seen within the Medicinal Clan days prior. Behind him, the so-called Four Holy Saints of the Spirit Clan also joined in, all present. This lineup, when viewed across the entire Continent of Qi, would likely be hard to match again. Ancient Yuan gazed steadily at the man in the white robe and spoke slowly. "Throughout this realm, there is no place I have never been." The Spirit Emperor smiled, and between them, the conversation flowed as if they were simply chatting about everyday matters—calm and unremarkable. "Emperor Spirit, was it indeed your family that orchestrated the disappearance of the Spirit, Stone, and Medicine clans?" Lei Ying shouted sharply, though he already knew some of the underlying truths—he still wanted to ask directly. "Some answers simply need to be known within the heart..." The Spirit Emperor replied with effortless ease, his gaze slowly sweeping over the lower figures. To anyone caught in that gaze, an unshakable chill surged from the depths of their souls. Though his eyes appeared serene, beneath that calm lay a profound, emotionless cold—so cold that it seemed, in his eyes, all things in the world were no more than mere weeds. "Indeed, it was you!" Upon hearing the Spirit Emperor's reply, both Lei Ying and Yan Jin immediately grew grave-faced. "Back then, was the last Thunling King of the Thunling Clan consumed by the Void-Devouring Flame, the Void-Consuming Inferno? That would surely explain why the Huan Clan has persisted until now, wouldn't it?" Gu Yuan's gaze suddenly shifted to the figure cloaked in swirling black flames standing behind Huan Tian Di, and he murmured softly, "Had I known this earlier, I should have dealt with you back then..." "Heh, Gu Yuan, you're quite generous in your estimation. True, you did defeat me, but to completely destroy me? I doubt you've quite the capability yet!" Hearing Gu Yuan's words, the figure in black flames surged with vibrant energy, chuckling, "Moreover, I owe you a great deal—had it not been for this millennium of seclusion, I likely wouldn't have reached the rank of Nine-Star Battle Saint!" Upon hearing these words, everyone present except Gu Yuan immediately grew pale. A Nine-Star Battle Saint—such a title represented the very pinnacle of existence in this realm. Thus, the Huan Clan now boasted two such masters? "He actually possesses the strength of a Nine-Star Stellar Saint...” Xiao Yan's expression darkened at that moment. With two Nine-Star Stellar Saints, even the ancient clan could hardly match this level—thus it was no surprise that the Void Devourer, Xin Yan, could utterly destroy the Herb Clan with such a force. "I already knew this would happen the moment you managed to absorb the Herb Clan's spatial realm within yourself," Ancient Yuan said calmly. "You're only at the initial stage of a Nine-Star Stellar Saint. Should the opportunity arise, I will permanently seal you." "Perhaps you'll never get that chance," the Spirit Emperor smiled gently. "Emperor of Spirit, your sudden gathering of forces here today—should you intend to launch an offensive against our ancient clan, perhaps these people aren't yet sufficient." Ancient Yuan remained composed, clearly displaying the dignity of a clan leader. "Hmm, indeed, they're not quite enough," the Spirit Emperor nodded, smiling, and did not dispute. Below, Xiao Yan furrowed his brows, observing this scene. Though the Huan clan members had arrived, there was no sign of any intention to engage in combat. Yet he knew well that these people would certainly not make such a futile move—they must have a purpose behind it. "Perhaps they're setting up some kind of array again?" This thought flashed through his mind and then faded away. Gu Yuan's strength was truly formidable, equal to even the Huan Emperor in prowess. For him to carry out such actions right under Gu Yuan's watchful eyes would be difficult, especially since Gu Yuan wasn't merely a medicine specialist. "Gu Yuan, be on your guard—there's something suspicious!" On the sky, Yan Jin also spoke solemnly, clearly recognizing that the Huan clan's actions must have a purpose unknown to them. In response to Yan Jin's warning, the Huan Emperor smiled slightly, placed his hands behind his back, and said nothing, simply standing there with his people, facing off against Gu Yuan and the others. An odd scene, causing Xiang Yan's brows to furrow even more tightly. With a movement of his body, he appeared beside Xun'er. The situation was off-kilter—he had to concentrate fiercely to prevent any unforeseen developments, and Xun'er's safety clearly held the highest priority. "Be careful," Xun'er murmured, noticing Xiang Yan's presence beside her. Xiang Yan nodded slightly, his brows still furrowed. The actions of the Hún clan members were unusually strange; it seemed as though they were deliberately holding back the ancient Yuan and the others here. "What exactly do they want?" Xiang Yan rapidly rubbed his fingers together. Suddenly, his fingers stilled, and his gaze shifted to Xun'er. He whispered, "Has the ancient jade of your clan been placed upon your uncle's person?" Xun'er paused slightly, then replied, "No, the ancient jade remains in the ancestral hall—the most secure location of all." "Shouldn't the strong defenders within the ancestral halls have already come out by now?" Xiao Yan gazed at the ancient clan's elders in the sky, speaking. Xun'er's eyes swept over them, then her cheeks flushed slightly—she had indeed noticed many of the clan's powerful figures being summoned. "The Huo Clan's objective... is the ancient clan's ancient jade!" Seeing Xun'er's expression, Xiao Yan's face darkened immediately, and he raised his voice sharply, shouting upward, "Uncle Gu, be careful—the ancient clan's ancient jade!" On the sky, where Gu Yuan was currently facing off against the Huo Emperor, his expression suddenly tightened. Yet before he could issue a sharp cry, a sharp, urgent sound of alarm suddenly erupted from deep within the mountain range—the call of the clan's emergency siren!