Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 853 Soul Emperor: Old friend, you don't want your successor to be overshadowed by my daughter, do you?

"What did you say?!!"

Even though he was already aware of the Soul Emperor's ambition, Xiao Xuan still couldn't help but feel a momentary flutter when the other party actually said it.

The Soul of the Heavenly Tomb.

As the supreme will that governs the Heavenly Tomb, the existence of the Heavenly Tomb Soul can easily control the life and death of all the internal energy bodies. Even Xiao Xuan himself is forced to be subject to its control.

A single thought can ignite a vast ocean; a single thought can cause the sun and moon to set.

It can be said that within the Heavenly Tomb, it is akin to a 'Minor Heavenly Dao'!

Now that things have come to this, the Soul Emperor, who has only descended in one avatar, has set his sights on the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb.
Such scheming truly chilled Xiao Xuan to the bone.

"The soul of that tomb, I have lived in seclusion in this world for six thousand years and have never seen its true form. Now it has become a lamb to the slaughter in your mouth. How ironic."

Xiao Xuan remained expressionless and said calmly, "Without any evidence, why should I believe you?"

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, the Soul Emperor did not care and smiled casually: "As my only opponent in the past, after a thousand years, have you forgotten our former goal?"

"Target?"

Xiao Xuan frowned, then his pupils suddenly contracted: "You mean a Dou Di?!"

The Soul Emperor smiled without saying a word.

"This is impossible!"

When the topic of Dou Di came up, Xiao Xuan became extremely cautious, his gaze fixed intently on the Confucian scholar.

For six thousand years, although Xiao Xuan was controlled by the soul of the Heavenly Tomb, the relationship between the two was not simply one of superior and subordinate.

After all, with Xiao Xuan's former strength, he was only half a step away from the legendary Dou Di. The Heavenly Dao of a small world could not possibly do anything to him.

That being said, because he only had a remnant soul left, he was also restrained by the desperate suppression of the soul of the Heavenly Tomb. Over time, this created a subtle constraint in which neither side could do anything about the other.
Therefore, Xiao Xuan was naturally the first to disbelieve that the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb was related to the legendary Dou Di.

"I have fought the soul of that Heavenly Tomb several times, and I can say with certainty that there is no one on this Dou Qi Continent who understands it better than I do. Stop trying to distort the truth here!"

"Turning black into white?"

The Soul Emperor couldn't help but chuckle, his tone unusually tinged with disappointment: "Old friend, it seems that these thousand years of wasted time have indeed caused you to regress quite a bit."

"You!" Xiao Xuan's gaze suddenly turned cold.

The Soul Emperor ignored the other party, and instead stood up on his own, walked to the eaves, and gazed at the snow falling softly from the sky.

"The reason you don't understand is simply because your perspective is too limited," he said softly after a long pause.

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Even Hun Ruoruo, who knew the Soul Emperor's plan best, couldn't help but look extremely strange after hearing these words.

Is Xiao Xuan's vision limited?

Looking across the entire Dou Qi Continent, it seems that only his own father would dare to utter such absurd and nonsensical words.
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Xiao Xuan's face was ashen, but he did not refute, instead frowning and asking, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Upon hearing this, the Soul Emperor did not rush to answer. Instead, he raised his hand and summoned the snowflakes, which fell silently and gently into his palm.

The snowflakes that melt upon landing seemed to freeze in his hand, lying peacefully and quietly in his palm, the patterns on them unfolding layer by layer, revealing exquisite details.

Gazing at the fine snow in his palm, the scholar sighed softly and said, "All I want to say is that a thousand years have passed, and we are now lagging behind the times."

"Ruoruo."

As the scholar's gentle voice rang out, Hun Ruoruo seemed to realize something, quickly stood up, and respectfully said, "Father."

The Soul Emperor nodded slightly, then took out the fine snow from his palm and pressed it onto the girl's brow.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred!

"Om-"

With a clear, resonant hum, an unprecedentedly dazzling light suddenly burst forth from between the girl's brows. The nine-colored divine light, like a rainbow cloud, was almost branded into Xiao Xuan's pupils.

But in the next instant, the darkness, powerful enough to engulf all light, swallowed it all up in a bizarre and captivating way.

"This is a Primordial Divine Item?!"

Xiao Xuan's face was utterly shocked, and he murmured in disbelief. Deep within his eyes, a barely concealed fervor had quietly flickered!

"hehe."

Taking in Xiao Xuan's gaze, the Soul Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile becoming even more gentle.

"The significance of the Primordial Divine Item is self-evident."

"The falling snow is formed from the energy of the Heavenly Tomb, which should normally be extremely repulsive to living beings from the outside world. Yet, it resonates with Ruoruo's bloodline. I think you understand the implications of this better than I do."

Having said that, the Soul Emperor slowly raised his head, looked at the unpredictable Xiao Xuan before him, and smiled slightly: "How is it?"

Xiao Xuan: "."

After a long silence, he took a deep breath, glanced at Xiao Yan who seemed to have anticipated this, and quietly said, "You also know about that girl's bloodline level?"

"This"

Xiao Yan scratched his head and said awkwardly, "At the ancient clan's coming-of-age ceremony, the ancient clan sent an elder to have the juniors test their bloodlines. It was at that time that Xiao Yu happened to tell the juniors about Ruoruo's bloodline."

He didn't intend to fool his ancestors, but due to the suddenness of the situation, he had completely forgotten to mention it. Now that he's stepping forward, it seems a bit like belated wisdom.

"You little rascal, you've really forgotten your ancestors now that you have a wife!"

Xiao Xuan was so angry that he glared and pointed at his nose, cursing, "And you old thief, you were willing to use the daughter of a Primordial Divine Grade to lure me into a trap! Is there anything in the world you wouldn't do?!"

It has to be said, he really has no temper left.

First, they secretly infiltrated the Heavenly Tomb without the knowledge of the ancient clans, then they used the daughter of a Primordial God as bait, and finally even the descendants of his Xiao clan were drawn into their scheme.
Damn it, who exactly is the owner of this celestial tomb?!
Seeing Xiao Xuan's furious expression, the Soul Emperor chuckled, a rare occurrence for him, his eyes filled with mockery: "But even so, old friend, aren't you tempted?"

"what?"

"Those three old friends of yesteryear, though they had the ambition to become emperors, lacked the courage and determination. They possessed unparalleled cultivation but never developed any ambition."

The Soul Emperor stepped forward slowly, placed his hand on the other's shoulder, and said softly, word by word, "The only true heretics are you and me."

In an instant, Xiao Xuan's deep eyes flashed with an almost burning fervor, and even his hands trembled slightly.

Become emperor!

For Xiao Xuan, this was undoubtedly his lifelong ambition and the pursuit of his clan.

Although the Soul Clan was the culprit in that battle, he knew that even without their involvement, he was destined to never become a true Dou Di, given the rules of the Dou Qi Continent.

And the failure at the last minute became Xiao Xuan's lifelong torment.

The sacrifice of his people and the extinction of his bloodline had long since worn away the will of this ambitious and powerful being. In order to preserve the last vestige of the Xiao clan's lineage, he could only wait in the Heavenly Tomb for thousands of years.

My body has perished, my soul has vanished. Even with boundless passion, how can I defy the heavens once more?
"Now, what right do I have to talk about becoming a Dou Di?"

Xiao Xuan suppressed the fervor in his eyes, sighed, and said calmly, "I admit your words are very appealing, but it's impossible for me to risk my life for you based on that alone."

"Hehe, although your chances of becoming an emperor are slim, your descendants may not be so."

"You mean Xiao Yan?!"

"Your Xiao clan's bloodline is nothing more than a tiny trace of divine blood from your body. It would be difficult for them to even achieve an ordinary divine rank, let alone compare to your former self."

The Soul Emperor glanced at the young man and woman beside him and said quietly, "The only thing that can truly transform him is the secret of the Soul Emperor and the Xiao Emperor hidden in this Heavenly Tomb!"

"This"

In an instant, Xiao Xuan's scalp tingled, and his eyes were filled with horror.

He knew that the Soul Emperor had a very high opinion of Xiao Yan, but he never expected that the other party would compare him to the former Emperor Xiao!

Does that mean that in the eyes of the other party, the young man and woman in front of them have the potential to replicate Emperor Xiao and Emperor Hun?

"not to mention"

At this point, the Soul Emperor suddenly changed the subject, saying with a half-smile, "Old friend, you wouldn't want your Xiao clan's heir to be constantly overshadowed by my daughter, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo, who had been secretly winking at Xiao Yan, suddenly stiffened, her pretty face instantly becoming incredibly interesting, and she blinked blankly.

"what?!!!"

(End of this chapter)