The Zangtian Mountain Range lies in the northwest region of Zhongzhou. While today many people in Zhongzhou may find it unfamiliar, elders among the ancient races still recall it with great reverence—this was indeed the site of the great war between the Hun Clan and the Xiao Clan, a conflict so fierce that it once sent tremors throughout Zhongzhou. Deep within the mountain range lies an ancient battlefield, vast in scope. Normally teeming with wild beasts, it is a perilous place, rarely visited by humans. Today, however, the battlefield seems strangely unusual: the wild beasts that once roamed freely have vanished entirely. Across the expansive plain, not a single trace of a beast remains—quite as if they sensed an impending cataclysm. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" "Amid the mountains, where even the sound of wild beasts had been utterly silent, a sudden rush of wind swept through the landscape. Instantly, vast shadows emerged at the horizon, and after a few flickers, they materialized right upon the ancient battlefield. 'It's here...' Ancient Yuan gently set his foot upon the ground, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield now reduced to ruins. A touch of complexity stirred in his eyes—this very ground had witnessed the great conflict between the Hu and Xiao clans decades ago. Unthinkable now, after thousands of years, their battle with the Hu clan would once again begin here. 'Search the mountains.' As soon as the group had settled, several powerful figures from the three clans swiftly moved out, swiftly scanning the mountain range to ensure the Hu clan hadn't already laid an ambush. 'It seems the Hu clan has not yet arrived,' said Yanjin, stepping forward and gazing at the somewhat desolate ancient battlefield. Gǔ Yuán nodded slightly. Aside from some beast-wizards trembling under the pressure of their presence, there was indeed no trace of the spiritual strength of any Hún clan master. "The people from the Heavenly City Alliance have arrived," Xuāo Yīn suddenly raised his head, smiling as he gazed toward the northern sky, where a familiar ripple of spiritual energy was gradually becoming apparent. Upon hearing Xuāo Yīn's words, everyone turned to look in that direction, yet saw no visible figures. Nevertheless, no one questioned his statement—among those present, aside from Gǔ Yuán, perhaps no one could match Xuāo Yīn on the level of spiritual awareness. Under all their watchful eyes, not long after, the northern sky indeed began to echo with the sound of rushing wind, and a vast, dark wave of figures surged forth, their numbers equaling those of the combined forces from the three clans. "It seems the Heavenly City Alliance has truly sent their entire force." "Staring at that magnificent array, both Yanjin and Lei Ying were struck with a sense of wonder. Though perhaps in terms of elite strength, the Tianfu League still held a slight edge over the Yan and Lei clans, the sheer number of accomplished warriors had already reached an impressive and formidable level. 'Well, it seems we didn't come too late after all...' Under everyone's gaze, the vast shadows swiftly rose above the mountain range and then dispersed, settling down. Leading the group was clearly the Elder of Medicine, followed by Cai Lin, Xiao Yi Xian, and Xiao Chen—the other stalwarts of the Tianfu League. Even the Elder of the Dan Tower and the Shen Nong Elder had joined them. It appeared that the Elder of Medicine and his colleagues had been actively working to secure this seasoned master, renowned for his exceptional expertise in alchemical medicine." The main forces converged, and naturally, both sides had to put on a show of formality. Dantai the Elder and Shenlong the Elder, who had some familiarity with the three clans, found themselves particularly engaging and talkative upon meeting. As for Xiao Chen, however, he merely glanced at the members of the three clans before turning toward Xiao Yin. "You alright?" Xiao Chen asked, a gentle smile appearing on his otherwise composed face. Xiao Yin, who shared a similar ancestral relationship with him, returned a smile and gave a slight nod. He hadn't yet informed Xiao Chen about the developments concerning Xiao Xuan—he understood that Xiao Chen and Xiao Xuan shared a deep bond, and revealing such news might have been a significant blow. Thus, keeping it quiet was indeed a prudent move. As Xiao Yin and Xiao Chen conversed, a sudden fragrance breeze swept across, and upon lifting his gaze, he caught sight of Cai Lin's graceful yet cool and elegant features. Seeing Cailei's somewhat reserved demeanor, Xiao Yan rubbed his nose and offered a dry, polite smile. "Sister Cailei, it's good to see you again. How is Xiao Xiao doing?" Standing beside Xiao Yan, Xun'er watched Cailei approach slowly, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly before she smiled gently. Upon hearing this, a soft smile appeared on Cailei's usually cold and elegant face, and she spoke softly, "Yes, she's doing well. Though she's constantly worried and talking about someone who hasn't come home." Xun'er smiled warmly at this, while Xiao Yan shook his head in mild resignation—clearly, Cailei was also quite dissatisfied with his prolonged absence. "Have you recovered well?" Cailei's lips curled slightly as she observed Xiao Yan, and her tone softened noticeably. Though she was somewhat frustrated that he had been injured yet hadn't returned, she remained rational—such a mindset was entirely natural for a woman. "Hmm, all recovered..." Xiao Yan smiled, then glanced around, saying, "The elite from the Heavenly Palace have all come out—doesn't that make them vulnerable to being upended?" "Yao Lao said this time is particularly important for you..." Cai Lin said. Xiao Yan was momentarily surprised, then a warm feeling stirred within him. On the ancient battlefield, with the arrival of the Tianfu Alliance forces, the mountain range suddenly came alive with bustling activity. Moreover, many mid-state masters had been drawn here by the commotion, only to find themselves unable to advance further once they reached the Zangtian Mountain Range. They sensed the immense, terrifying concentration of energy now pulsing throughout the mountains—should they be drawn into this clash, they would surely perish without a chance of survival. Time passed slowly in quiet anticipation, and when the sun at the horizon reached its zenith, Xiao Yan and Gu Yuan, seated upon a massive stone, opened their eyes almost simultaneously. The deep, resonant voices caused every person present to instantly tense. "Here they come..." As soon as the two spoke, the mountains shimmered and suddenly erupted in layers of black mist. The mist swirled and coalesced into a vast spatial passage, from which surged waves of immense, solemn energies. The black mist surged across the sky, cutting off the sunlight entirely, and instantly, the temperature of the world dropped, a pervasive chill spreading throughout the realm. "Hmm, it's been quite some time since the Burial Sky Mountains have seen such a spectacle," said the figure emerging from the mist above. His gaze swept over the vast army below, a gentle smile playing on his face as he spoke. Behind the Spirit Emperor, Void Devouring Flame, the Four Holy Saint of the Spirit Clan, and numerous other powerful Spirit Clan members also materialized, indicating that the Spirit Clan was fully aware of the scale of today's confrontation and had dispatched a substantial number of its strongest warriors. Upon hearing this, the Spirit Emperor glanced at Xiao Yan, then waved his hand. Suddenly, ripples spread across the space behind him, and the sound of clanking iron chains echoed. Instantly, a prison formed from black mist rose into the sky, within which an elderly figure sat, tightly bound by chains that curled around him like venomous serpents. As the prison appeared, Xiao Yan's gaze froze upon the old figure, his body then trembling violently. Though the image was somewhat blurred, the very first moment he saw him, the blood flowing through his veins confirmed it—the figure was indeed his father, Xiao Zhan! Over the decades, the once-vibrant patriarch, now a frail old man with white hair, had grown thin and gaunt. For more than thirty years, he had lived a life akin to that of a prisoner. Xiao Yan's body continuously trembled, gazing at the thick chains binding the elderly figure. Waves of murderous intent surged within him, his fists clenched tightly, fingers pressing deeply into his palms, droplets of blood seeping through the crevices and falling steadily. "Hun Emperor," he said, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the Hun Emperor, his voice hoarse and barely audible. "One day, when the opportunity arises, I will leave not even a chicken or a dog of the Hun Clan alive!" At the same moment, an unparalleled, terrifying surge of soul energy radiated from Xiao Yan's body, spreading outward in waves. The sky instantly darkened, thunder rolling incessantly. "Hun Emperor's soul realm?" As the soul waves surged forth, the Hun Clan warriors who had previously scoffed at Xiao Yan's prowess now found their expressions suddenly stiffened. Even the Hun Emperor himself, whose face had remained composed until now, now showed clear signs of astonishment—never having anticipated that within just half a month, Xiao Yan's soul strength had advanced so dramatically. "Such a Xiang Yan!" The Hún Tian Di's voice was deep, with a subtle current of killing intent flowing beneath—it was now clear that Xiang Yan had truly become a threat. "Xiao... Xiang Yan?" The elderly figure, bound tightly by iron chains within the prison, suddenly trembled violently at these words, slowly lifting his head. His cloudy gaze settled upon the young black-robed figure hovering in the air nearby. Instantly, his body went rigid. Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down immediately. His hoarse, aged voice brought an overwhelming sense of sorrow.