An overcast atmosphere enveloped the Ziling Sect. Their young sect master had been kidnapped right before their eyes, and none of them could do anything. This was too humiliating.

  "This won't do. I'm going to go find the sect master. Only the sect master can save the young sect master," said Duo Ji with his teeth clenched.

  He had previously heard from Xiang Shaoyun that Xiang Yangzhan was still alive. With his current strength, he was entirely capable of entering the forbidden Wumo Pass and searching for Xiang Yangzhan. He could only place his hope on the sect master.

  "If even you are leaving, there won't be anyone left to supervise the sect," said the turtle.

  "That's right. Tell me where the young sect master's father is at. We'll go look for him," offered the toad.

  "I'm afraid you won't know that place even if I tell you about it. Also, it's very dangerous. A slight carelessness can get you killed. Just guard the sect and keep the sect safe. Someone with great fortune like the young sect master will be fine," said Duo Ji.

  He then entered the sect and had a talk with Pang Tongyuan and Old Yao, telling them what to watch out for during his absence. They had to ensure that the sect remained stable during this period of time. The turtle, toad, and taurus could only continue their duties as sect guardians.

  Demonic beasts like them placed extreme importance on oaths. The moment they agreed to do something, they would basically not change their mind anymore. The other Ziling Sect members were unaware that Xiang Shaoyun had been captured. They only knew that with the Saints around, they could be at ease.

  Meanwhile, Xiang Shaoyun was no longer struggling. He wanted to see if the kidnapper was really bringing him back to the Xiang Clan. If that was the case, he didn't mind paying the clan a visit. After all, it was still a place he once stayed at during his previous life. He was also quite curious as to how that place looked now.

  "Release me. I'll go with you. Not like I can escape anyway," said Xiang Shaoyun, who did not enjoy having his movement restricted by Xiang Chenge.

  "Um. I doubt you can try anything with me here," said Xiang Chenge. He was not worried that Xiang Shaoyun would do something. He released Xiang Shaoyun and only kept his energy around Xiang Shaoyun like the others as he dragged them along.

  When one reached Xiang Chenge's level, one would be able to travel quickly even without using teleportation formations. About seven days later, they arrived at a seemingly desolate place. Upon his arrival, numerous scenes surfaced in Xiang Shaoyun's mind.

  Once, this was a place with an unending mountain range, a paradise fit for immortals. There were dragon veins on the ground, phoenix aura in the air, numerous spiritual herbs in the area, and saint-grade springs dotting the landscape. This was a cultivation paradise that any cultivator would yearn for.

  A big city also used to be right beside one of the mountains. Back then, it was one of the biggest cities in the Western Desert and had an enormous population. Alas, all that was no more.

  Xiang Shaoyun remembered that back when the eight major organizations attacked this place, the attacks of the Rebirth Realm experts had flattened the landscape. This place was the ruins of the previous Xiang Clan, with nothing but desolation left. No trace of their past glory was visible. The Xiang Clan was forced to live in seclusion not far from here. With the use of spatial techniques, the entire place had been sealed from the outside world.

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  "This is where our clan used to be, a place where we enjoyed boundless glory. Unfortunately, we lost everything because of one person," said Xiang Chenge with a sigh when he looked at Xiang Shaoyun, who was blanking out.

  "10,000 years ago, our Xiang Clan was the overlord of the Western Desert. Even the Yu Clan was afraid of us. Before long, our Xiang Clan will once again dominate the Western Desert," said Xiang Qianren with a look of yearning.

  "One day, I will reach the Rebirth Realm and lead the Xiang Clan to glory!" vowed Xiang Zixuan with his fists clenched tight.

  Xiang Shaoyun smiled calmly and said nothing, but his current emotions were extremely complicated. In his previous life, he was valiant and bold, aiming to become the strongest overlord of the world. He had led the Xiang Clan and waged war everywhere. Ultimately, he had provoked too many enemies, resulting in the near destruction of his clan.

  He found the hatred he had for the clan vanished completely. They all shared the same roots. What was the point in hating each other?

  Xiang Chenge brought them to a certain spot and activated the formation there. They all vanished into thin air.

  The group reappeared in an old city exuding a thick ancient aura. It gave one an illusion that one had traveled back in time. Everything in the city looked like an antique. There were few pedestrians, but each person had a solemn and steadfast aura, as though everyone had undergone the baptism of blood.

  With his sharp senses, Xiang Shaoyun realized that they had to be trained from a young age to develop such an aura. From these people, one could see that although the Xiang Clan had been in seclusion, they had not forgotten to constantly temper and train their descendants, granting each descendant a tough physique and strong faith since childhood.

  They were currently within a place that was essentially a city within a city, a place that had existed since his previous life. This was a city constructed by the clan's first patriarch, a city protected by a powerful god-grade formation with earth-shattering power.

  This formation was the reason why the eight organizations didn't dare to launch a direct offensive into the city during their invasion back then, and it had prevented the Xiang Clan from the fate of extinction.

  When the pedestrians saw Xiang Chenge's group, they gave the group a salute before moving on with whatever they were doing. They weren't overly deferential, only giving a salute in accordance with the etiquette of meeting one's elders.

  "Each disciple of the Xiang Clan is an iron-blooded soldier. Not a single one is a coward," declared Xiang Zixuan proudly.

  He was obviously saying these words for Xiang Shaoyun. Xiang Shaoyun smiled calmly, not saying anything.

  "Bastard, are you looking down on our Xiang Clan?" said Xiang Lingyu unhappily.

  Xiang Shaoyun shrugged and said, "I don't really feel anything. It's not like I have that much of a relationship with the clan."

  "Are you still not sensing the resonance in your bloodline even now?" asked Xiang Chenge.

  "Are you referring to the lightning bone?" said Xiang Shaoyun as he released the power of his lightning bone, enveloping his entire body with a deep purple radiance. The instant he released the power of his lightning bone, a certain power within the clan stirred.

  Deep inside the city, a statue abruptly emanated a powerful aura. A terrifying purple radiance emanated from the statue, flooding the entirety of the city, alarming the clan's many big shots. The people around Xiang Shaoyun were completely stunned.

  "Th-this is the recovery of the ancestor's bone power!" Xiang Chenge exclaimed in alarm.

  Chapter 1176: Equipping the Blood-Soaked Robe, the Overlord's Recovery

  Within the Xiang Clan were eight worshipped statues. Each statue represented a valiant hero who had once appeared in the clan, a person capable of looking over the entire world with disdain.

  The first statue was the first patriarch of the clan. With an astonishing talent in cultivation, he had tempered his bones into the lightning bone through perseverance alone, forging the bloodline unique to the Xiang Clan. As a Rebirth Realm God, he was someone who had turned the Xiang Clan into a super organization.

  The second statue was the third patriarch. This was someone who had made his name during his youth. His tyrannical might had spread in all directions as he had singlehandedly expanded the clan's territory by several times, even having an entire province named Xiang Province after the clan. Stories of his exploits were something the Xiang Clan descendants talked about to this day.

  The third statue was the eighth patriarch. At the time, the clan was declining. This patriarch had led the clan to a new height, bringing the clan back to the right path and eliminating many of the clan's enemies.

  As for the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh statues, they also represented the different outstanding ancestors who had contributed greatly to the clan. As for the eighth statue, it represented Xiang Dingtian, a person shrouded in controversy.

  He was exceptionally talented in cultivation and was the strongest in the clan during his generation. He also had the intelligence and wisdom of his ancestors, which allowed him to recruit capable individuals from all over the world. He was the one who had once again brought the clan to the very peak of the world.

  However, Xiang Dingtian was too ambitious. Not satisfied with dominating the Western Desert, he had wanted to dominate the entire dominion. He had thus led the powerful Xiang Army into numerous wars. Ultimately, he had provoked too many powerful enemies, resulting in the clan's near destruction.

  He had thus become someone who the future descendants of the clan would constantly argue about. In fact, when this statue was erected, many people in the clan had objected. Ultimately, someone had suppressed all voices and had the statue erected.

  Within each statue, there would be some belongings or even the blood essence of the person the statue represented. Within Xiang Dingtian's statue was a certain item of his that had soaked in his blood essence.

  When Xiang Shaoyun stirred his bloodline and activated his lightning bone, the item in the statue flew out and rushed toward Xiang Shaoyun. The item was none other than a badly damaged, blood-soaked robe.

  As Xiang Shaoyun gazed at the incoming blood-soaked robe, a gentle look appeared in his eyes, and he muttered, "So you survived. Good."

  He then grabbed the robe and draped it over him. A resonance formed between the blood essence in the robe and the blood in his veins, instantly transforming the aura around him. The Overlord Skyslaying Saber appeared in his hand, and a thick battle intent radiated from his eyes as he roared, "The Xiang Army will never be defeated, kill!"

  His sonorous voice rumbled all over the clan.

  An indescribable sensation rose in all the Xiang Clan disciples as they all shouted uniformly, "The Xiang Army will never be defeated!"

  A massive uproar erupted within the clan. This was the slogan of their clan, one that had been passed on for generations, one that had been etched into the very bone of every single Xiang Clan member. This slogan was where they derived their motivation from, the source of their warlike temperament.

  Xiang Chenge, Xiang Qianren, Xiang Fengchen, and the others around Xiang Shaoyun were completely stunned. They could all sense a certain power recovering within their bloodline, a power they couldn't suppress even if they wanted to. When they looked at this man before them, they had an illusion that they were before the presence of their ancestor, giving them an urge to prostrate before him.

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  Xiang Zixuan and Xiang Lingyu, who were the weakest of the bunch, were already on their knees. What they saw before their eyes was not only an ancestor but also a unique and unrivaled war god. They had no way of defying him. At this time, numerous figures rushed over from all directions, including Heaven Battling Realm experts.

  "What happened exactly? Who activated the ancestor's statue?" shouted someone.

  At this time, Xiang Shaoyun's blood was reaching boiling point. It was as though he had returned to the Rebirth Realm, turning into the real Xiang Dingtian. He gazed at the newcomers with a cold expression that disdained the entire world.

  "Before the presence of this Overlord, why haven't you gotten your asses down here yet? What are you waiting for?" demanded Xiang Shaoyun with a high and mighty attitude.

  His imposing aura had exceeded the Heaven Battling Realm, and his words were akin to an imperial edict that pounded on the hearts of everyone present. Even those Heaven Battling Realm Saints in the air descended from the sky, fear rising involuntarily in their hearts.

  One of them was an old man. As a Great Saint, he could withstand Xiang Shaoyun's aura. He pointed his staff at Xiang Shaoyun and shouted, "Who are you? You dare pretend to be our ancestor? You deserve death!"

  As he spoke, he unleashed his strength as a Great Saint. Strands of lightning energy danced about his staff as he swung it at Xiang Shaoyun. This Great Saint was Xiang Youjing, the current first elder of the clan. He had an extremely high status in the clan, and even the current patriarch had to show him respect. He was also Xiang Zong's ancestor. He had always loved Xiang Zong greatly, but unfortunately, Xiang Zong had been killed.

  "Ignorant old man," said Xiang Shaoyun with scorn.

  With a casual swing of his Overlord Skyslaying Saber, he released an ordinary and mediocre slash that actually contained an indescribable power. The slash destroyed Xiang Youjing's attack.

  Xiang Youjing's eyes flickered as he stabilized his footing. He shouted, "Come clean. Who are you? Otherwise, I'll take you down even if I have to die today!"

  At this time, the other Saints had also broken free of their suppression and surrounded Xiang Shaoyun.

  With the image of Xiang Shaoyun holding the Overlord Skyslaying Saber in one hand and wearing the bloody robe around him, it was as though the statue of their ancestor had come alive.

  "I-is this Ancestor Xiang Dingtian? Has he come back from death?" someone exclaimed in alarm.

  "They look exactly the same. The saber and the robe are definitely real. Both were the ancestor's belongings when he was alive," said someone else.

  "There is no mistaking this. His aura and his bloodline give me an intimate sensation."

  "Ancestor, please accept this descendant's respects."……

  Even the Saints kneeled down before him. They were all sure that Xiang Dingtian had returned to him.

  "You have all gone crazy. He is definitely not Xiang Dingtian. Look at him. How can Xiang Dingtian be so young? He is fake! Let me expose him!" said Xiang Youjing, who couldn't accept this fact. He attacked once again.

  The space before him warped as his staff instantly reached Xiang Shaoyun's chest. He was trying to kill with one strike, and it was obvious he showed no regard for their ancestor, Xiang Dingtian.