The middle-aged man stared suspiciously at Xu Wendong, his eyes as sharp and cold as two gleaming blades, glistening with an inspecting light.
Those eyes seed capable of penetrating all disguises, reaching deep into the soul, as if to completely dissect the inner world of Xu Wendong: "This place is the forbidden land of my Blood Clan, isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years, never has an outsider dared to intrude."
"You, just a re junior of the True Immortal Realm, how exactly did you cross the nurous restrictions to reach the holy land of my Blood Clan?"
His voice was deep and icy, much like a fierce winter wind, carrying a chilling aura that made Xu Wendong involuntarily shiver, a surge of coldness snaking up his spine.
Xu Wendong, in a panic, waved his hands hastily: "Please calm down, senior! I truly intended no offense and had no idea this place was the holy land of the Blood Clan!"
At this, his voice abruptly stopped, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.
His eyes revealed unhidden terror, his lips slightly trembling, stamring: "This... this is... the holy land of one of the Twelve Immortal Clans?"
The middle-aged man slightly furrowed his brows, a groove forming between his sword-like eyebrows, a flash of icy light passing through his eyes: "Who exactly are you? How do you know about the Twelve Immortal Clans?"
The Twelve Immortal Clans, an ancient and distant existence, like a mysterious treasure buried deep in the long river of ti, scarcely known.
Not to ntion ordinary immortals, even so exalted deities only know a little about it, so even unheard of.
Now, for Xu Wendong to easily ntion the Twelve Immortal Clans, how could it not shock him?
Xu Wendong’s complexion turned as pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, he hurriedly and fearfully said: "Please calm down, senior, please calm down!"
"The matter of the Twelve Immortal Clans, in today’s Immortal Realm, is almost known to everyone!"
The middle-aged man furrowed his brows tightly, speaking in a low voice: "What do you an by this?"
Xu Wendong nervously swallowed, composing himself, he said: "Senior, you may not know, but the Three Realms are currently in chaos, a thousand years ago, the otherworldly demons invaded the Immortal Realm like a tide."
"They are like demons from Hell, where they go, life turns to ruins, a scene of devastation."
"Now, those otherworldly demons have already conquered the entire Immortal Realm, leaving the clans in deep distress."
"Those demons are extrely cruel, their thods are unimaginably brutal."
"During my escape, I was forced to a dead end by them, in panic losing my way and barging into the Netherworld Blood Pool."
"At that mont, I thought I was dood, yet unexpectedly, I stumbled upon this place by pure chance." He spoke earnestly, a hint of the lingering terror of having survived flashed in his eyes, his expression seemingly genuine.
"As for the Twelve Immortal Clans..." Xu Wendong paused slightly, continuing, "To tell you the truth, senior, an Immortal Clan has already stood up to fight to the death against the otherworldly demons, slaying many of them."
The pupils of the middle-aged man suddenly contracted, a flash of panic flickering in his eyes, evidently, the words "otherworldly demons" brought him considerable shock.
His gaze softened a bit, after a mont of contemplation, he said: "Let first take you to the clan’s territory!"
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, a broad sleeve raising a stream of powerful air.
In an instant, a majestic and boundless force enveloped Xu Wendong like raging waves, then their figures flashed, transforming into streaks of light racing toward the territory of the Blood Clan.
Xu Wendong felt the surrounding scenery flash past his eyes like lightning, the speed was ultimate, arriving at the Blood Clan’s territory in the blink of an eye.
The architectural style here was unique, everywhere exuding an aura of mystery and antiquity, as if every stone bore the mories of ti.
Enormous blood-red pillars pierced through the clouds, like colossal columns supporting heaven and earth, densely inscribed with all sorts of mysterious runes on the pillars.
These runes glowed with faint light, like stars twinkling in the night sky, each rune seed to contain endless mysteries.
Most of the buildings were constructed from dark red boulders, enduring the baptism of ti, yet still imnsely sturdy.
The edges and corners of the buildings were ticulously carved with exquisite Blood Clan patterns, there were Blood Bats poised to take flight, their wings seemingly trembling, as if about to break free of the stone.
There were nacing Blood Beasts, their ferocious faces and sharp claws vivid as if ready to leap off the stone the next mont, radiating a mysterious and majestic aura, intimidating those who beheld them.
Upon learning about the appearance of a stranger in the tribe, the Blood Clan’s powerful were astounded.
They had been living peacefully in this isolated place for hundreds of thousands of years, never having any contact with the outside world.
Now, Xu Wendong’s sudden appearance was like a pebble cast into a calm, mirror-like lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility, causing ripples in the Blood Clan.
In no ti.
The Blood Clan’s strong all hurried toward the Grand Elder’s place of cultivation, their eyes flickering with intertwined lights of curiosity, confusion, and vigilance.
So of the strong from the Blood Clan quietly observed Xu Wendong from afar, whispering among themselves, their gazes full of inquiry.
So couldn’t resist their curiosity, approaching slightly, carefully observing his appearance and aura, yet constantly maintaining a certain distance.
As if Xu Wendong were so extrely dangerous unknown creature, a slight misstep could bring them a catastrophe.
Xu Wendong appeared exceedingly reserved, this reserve emanating from within.
He could distinctly feel the aura of the surrounding Blood Clan as surging as a vast ocean, each aura overwhelmingly powerful.
Even those toddlers still babbling possessed the cultivation level of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.
The spiritual power fluctuations emanating from them were like an invisible mountain, suffocatingly oppressive.
Let alone those elderly.
They appeared frail and hunched, but within them contained mountainous power, like dormant volcanoes, that if erupted, would annihilate everything.
The deep foundation and imnse strength of the Ancient Immortal Clan had reached shocking levels!
If they truly wished to leave this place and intervene in the disputes of the Immortal Realm, with their power, they are fully capable of overthrowing the rule of the otherworldly demons and expelling those despicable demons from the Immortal Realm like trash!
Amidst the crowd, Xu Wendong t with one of the elders of the Blood Clan.
The elder sat quietly in the center of a grand and magnificent hall, the walls of the hall embedded with countless blood-red gems, these gems like splendid stars, emanating captivating brilliance.
The elder, his hair white as snow, each strand woven by the threads of ti, gracefully hanging over his shoulders, exuding a soft luster, like the first snow of winter.
Yet his face remained young and handso, skin smooth as fine jade, without a trace of age, but those deep eyes seed to house a vast history, hinting at endless vicissitudes.
The middle-aged man from before quickly walked to the Blood Clan Elder’s side, whispering a few words in his ear.
Upon hearing these words, the elder’s tranquil eyes flashed with a look of shock.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Xu Wendong, his ancient eyes shimring with a crimson light, uttering a voice that sent chills down the spine: "Words alone are not proof, you don’t mind if this old man performs the Soul Searching Technique on you, do you?"
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