105: Chapter 105 Lucky Guy's Sky Has Collapsed

After squeezing through the crack in the stone gate, Xiao Yan did not stop for a moment.

He dragged the xuan heavy ruler behind him, leaving a long scorch mark. The four-colored Heavenly Flames surged endlessly around his body, scorching the dense ancient energy in the Heavenly Tomb until it hissed.

He did not pause as he swept past the soul fragments drifting in the void. A few soul fragments sensed the Xiao Clan bloodline on him and tried to approach, but were directly vaporized into nothingness by the Heavenly Flames surging around him.

His purpose in coming here was clear—to borrow the power of his ancestor and push his soul strength to the Emperor Realm.

He had been to this Heavenly Tomb twice. The first time was with Gu Qingyang; he had just stepped into the Dou Sheng realm then, and Xiao Xuan sat on the stone chair, watching him with eyes full of weariness and satisfaction.

The second time, he broke in alone, and Xiao Xuan burned his remnant soul to help him break through his cultivation bottleneck, telling him before he left: "The path of the Xiao Clan must be walked by you."

Now was the third time. He had already stepped into the mid-stage of the Seven-Star Dou Sheng, and his soul strength had long reached the Heaven Realm Great Perfection, only one threshold away from an Emperor Realm Soul.

As long as Xiao Xuan helped him one more time, he would be able to use an Emperor Realm Soul as a foundation to search for the inheritance of the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor's Cave Abode.

That was his last hope—the hope for the revival of the Xiao Clan, and his hope for revenge against Hun Feng.

However, when he landed in front of the residence, his footsteps suddenly froze in place.

The stone gate was ajar. He remembered clearly—the last time he left, he had sealed this door tightly.

Now, a faint light leaked through the crack, and the ancient restrictions on the door had been broken from the outside, with residual energy scorch marks glowing eerily in the darkness.

His heart felt as if it had been fiercely gripped by an invisible hand, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He reached out to push open the stone gate. The moment his fingertips touched the door panel, several lingering ripples of energy surged into his meridians—violent, icy, scorching, and corrosive.

Four distinct types of energy were intertwined, chaotic and overbearing. Even with his four Heavenly Flames, he could not distinguish the specific source of each energy in a short time.

He could only perceive the attributes of these energies—one carried the unique blood-evil aura of the Hun Clan, one carried the cold devouring power of some ancient snake clan bloodline, one was the scorching mark left by some high-ranking Heavenly Flame, and one contained highly corrosive poison.

Each one was powerful enough to contend with an ordinary Dou Sheng alone, and their owners had clearly joined forces to attack this place.

His breathing became shallow and rapid. He slammed the stone gate wide open and rushed in.

The great hall was still the same. The mottled stone chair was still placed in the center of the hall, and the Xiao Clan totems on the walls were still faded and peeling, but the familiar aura that filled the air—the faint golden light unique to Xiao Xuan's remnant soul—had completely dissipated.

In its place was a pungent odor mixed with remnants of various energies, as if a devastating siege had just taken place.

Xiao Yan stood at the entrance of the hall, his gaze slowly sweeping from the stone chair to the walls, and then from the walls to the dome.

His body was trembling, and the knuckles of the hand holding the xuan heavy ruler made cracking sounds from excessive force.

On the dome directly above the stone chair, there remained an extremely overbearing sword mark. The sword mark contained the devouring power of an ancient snake clan bloodline, tearing fine cracks into the surrounding ancient energy.

On the ground in the corner of the hall, there were several deep grooves split by a whip-like weapon. At the bottom of the grooves, the unique blood-evil aura of the Hun Clan still remained, and one could faintly see wisps of dark red blood light that had not yet dissipated.

On the walls on both sides, there were faint scorch marks of golden flames. The temperature of the flames was extremely high, scorching the Xiao Clan totems on the walls beyond recognition.

At the base of the stone pillar near the rear hall, there was a patch of mottling corroded by highly toxic poison. The toxicity was extremely similar to the Calamity Poison Body, corroding the surface of the hard stone pillar into pits and bumps.

These traces were still very new, no more than a few years old. The four energies intertwined to turn the entire hall into a battlefield that completely obliterated souls. And Xiao Xuan's last remaining soul and spirit had no possibility of escape under the siege of these four forces.

Xiao Yan stood blankly in the center of the hall, his hands supporting the cold armrests of the stone chair, his whole body trembling violently.

His lips moved several times, but he couldn't say a single word.

The ancestor was gone. The remnant soul of the last patriarch of the Xiao Clan, the old man who had burned all his bloodline a thousand years ago to impact the Emperor Realm, the ancestor who had sat on the stone chair for a thousand years just to pave the way for his descendants, could not even keep his last wisp of soul.

He recalled the look in Xiao Xuan's eyes when he first entered the Heavenly Tomb and saw him sitting on the stone chair—gratitude, expectation, and a trace of relief.

At that time, Xiao Xuan said he was the last hope of the Xiao Clan, saying that as long as he was still there, the Xiao Clan would not be dead.

But now the ancestor was gone, and even his last wisp of soul had been wiped clean.

He could no longer suppress his churning blood, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto the mottled armrest of the stone chair.

The crimson blood slowly flowed down the stone patterns, staining the faded Xiao Clan totems with a shocking dark red.

He supported himself on the armrests with both hands, gasping for air. Every breath felt like swallowing a knife, and every mouthful of air he inhaled felt like it was burning in his chest.

For so many years, he married Cai Lin, only for her to be snatched away by Hun Feng; he married Xun'er, only for her to be snatched away by Hun Feng; Xiao Yi Xian was snatched away by Hun Feng; Yun Yun was snatched away by Hun Feng; Xiao Xiao called Hun Feng father; the Sky Mansion Alliance was beaten into disarray, and the hope for the revival of the Xiao Family and Xiao Clan was crushed again and again.

Now, even his ancestor, who was a soul body, had been plotted against, leaving him not even a shred of thought.

He hadn't even had time to let Xiao Xuan see him break through to the Seven-Star Dou Sheng, hadn't had time to tell his ancestor that the Xiao Family still had descendants, hadn't had time to let his ancestor know he would collect that thousand-year-old debt for the Xiao Clan. The ancestor was gone.

Xiao Yan straightened up abruptly, grabbed the xuan heavy ruler, and rushed out.

He didn't know who the perpetrator was, but looking at the entire continent, only the Hun Clan had the power to mobilize four high-level Dou Sheng to enter the Ancient Clan's forbidden area simultaneously, and only Hun Feng could find the location of Xiao Xuan's residence so precisely.

He was going to find Hun Feng and fight to the death, regardless of whether he could win, regardless of whether he could come out alive.

He had nothing left—the ancestor was gone, the hope for the Xiao Clan's revival was gone, and even the last bit of thought had been cut away cleanly. What else did he have to worry about?

However, just as he was about to rush out of the hall, a faint golden light suddenly lit up directly above the stone chair.

That light was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost invisible under the reflection of the four-colored Heavenly Flames.

But it did exist, slowly condensing into a translucent phantom in mid-air.

Xiao Yan stopped abruptly and looked back—it was the appearance of Xiao Xuan, but it was even blurrier than the last time they met, so blurry that even the contours of his facial features were almost invisible.

It was not a remnant soul, just a soul imprint left by Xiao Xuan at the last moment.

The phantom spoke slowly, its voice as light as the wind blowing through the empty hall, yet every word clearly reached Xiao Yan's ears.

"The Tuoshe Ancient Emperor's Cave Abode is nowhere else, it is under the Jia Nan Academy. Beneath that land where he once lived and fought, sleeps the complete inheritance of the last Dou Di of the Fighting Qi Continent."

"The cave abode requires eight pieces of Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade to be combined to open. The Xiao Clan has one piece, which is hidden in the secret chamber under the Xiao Family ancestral hall, sealed by the Xiao Clan bloodline restriction."

"To obtain the recognition of the Ancient Emperor's inheritance, two conditions are required—an Emperor Realm Soul, and a Fire Spirit formed by the fusion of multiple Heavenly Flames. Neither can be missing."

The phantom's voice suddenly became extremely weak when it reached this point, like a candle about to burn out.

The last instruction dissipated in the air—the location and opening method of the cave abode had been told to him, and the rest of the path had to be walked by himself.

After speaking, the phantom turned into countless pale golden light spots and slowly drifted away, without leaving even a trace.

Xiao Yan stood in place, staring blankly as those golden light spots completely dissipated.

Emperor Realm Soul—his soul strength was only at the Heaven Realm Great Perfection, and Xiao Xuan's remnant soul had dissipated; no one could help him break through this threshold again.

Fire Spirit—he only had four Heavenly Flames: the Green Lotus Core Flame, the Fallen Heart Flame, the Bone Chilling Flame, and the Three Thousand Burning Flame. The Purification Lotus Demon Flame was in the hands of Hun Feng, and the second-ranked Void Swallowing Flame was the foundation of the Hun Clan. He couldn't even gather five Heavenly Flames, let alone condense a Fire Spirit.

Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade fragments—he only had this one piece from the Xiao Clan, and the other seven were scattered all over the continent, with the Hun Clan holding at least two.

Every condition was like a mountain pressing on him, making even breathing difficult.

The ancestor told him the location and opening method of the cave abode, but did not leave him any practical help. This only way out was also blocked.

He stood in the empty hall for a long time, his eyes so red they looked like they were dripping blood, but he never let the tears fall.

Everything was gone. The ancestor was gone, the path to the Emperor Realm was broken, and although the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor's Cave Abode was under the Jia Nan Academy, he couldn't even touch the door.

What else could he do? What else could he fight for?

Suddenly, he lifted his head abruptly, the last trace of madness surging in his eyes, which were burned red by despair.

Since he had nothing left, there was no need to worry about anything anymore.

Hun Feng had destroyed everything of his—his wife, his daughter, his alliance, his ancestor, his path to the Emperor Realm; every path he could take had been cut off by Hun Feng one by one.

He would go find Hun Feng and fight to the death.

Even if he couldn't win, even if he died in the Soul Realm, at least he would leave a scar on Hun Feng, let him know that Xiao Yan was not dead, let him know that Xiao Yan could still fight, let him know that he would not let everything be snatched away.

He grabbed the xuan heavy ruler and rushed out of the residence, speeding toward the direction of the tomb gate.

The four-colored Heavenly Flames burned crazily around him, more violent and scorching than when he arrived, turning the dense ancient energy in the Heavenly Tomb upside down.

The tomb gate closed behind him with a boom, and he was already inside the void crack leading to the Soul Realm.