The Dragonman clone first entered the Dragon Palace, then took control of the Immortal Gu house and flew into the blessed land.
The blessed land was the Ancient Clan's stronghold — someone else's territory. The Ancient Clan's patriarch was an Eighth Transformation cultivator, no small matter. It was best to be cautious and prudent.
The moment they entered the blessed land, an expansive landscape stretched out before them. The sheer breadth of this blessed land even surpassed that of ordinary cave heavens.
Throughout the blessed land, a diverse array of immortal materials could be seen everywhere. Many were things that had long since gone extinct in the present era, broadening even the clone's horizons.
"Although the foundation of this blessed land doesn't quite match Langya Blessed Land, it's not far off," Wu Shuai, the Dragonman clone, thought to himself.
Among all the blessed lands Fang Yuan had encountered, Langya Blessed Land ranked first in terms of foundation, the Royal Court Blessed Land was second, and this one before him was likely third.
"The Ancient Clan's blessed land has been cultivated for at least a million years! The patriarchs of the Ancient Clan across the generations have all possessed at least Seventh Transformation cultivation, and many reached the Eighth Transformation. With such powerful protectors, the calamities and tribulations facing this blessed land were never much of a threat."
"Besides… the Ancient Clan was not of the human race and had always received Heaven's Will's care. Even if calamities struck, their power would likely be limited."
Wu Shuai silently deliberated.
The Heavenly Dao diminished the excess to supplement the deficient, maintaining balance. In the present world, humanity was the dominant force, pressing all other races into corners where they barely clung to survival.
Therefore, every non-human race received Heaven's Will's protection.
"Senior Wu Shuai, this way." The Ancient Clan's patriarch was quite courteous, leading the way ahead.
Wu Shuai, the Dragonman clone, followed closely behind. After flying for a stretch, the two descended deep into a jungle.
In the heart of this primeval forest lay a massive tribe of over ten thousand people, and every member of the tribe was a beastman.
That's right — the so-called "Ancient Clan" was the Beastman race.
According to human historical records, the Beastman race had gone extinct. But in truth, Heaven's mysteries always left a sliver of hope. A remnant bloodline of beastmen had survived, eking out a meager existence and multiplying in silence.
Wu Shuai received a warm welcome from the entire tribe.
Before long, a banquet had been prepared, and the Ancient Clan's patriarch cordially invited Wu Shuai to take his seat.
Wu Shuai stepped out of the Dragon Palace, flanked by two Dragon Generals who served as his left and right protective guards.
The Ancient Clan's patriarch's pupils contracted ever so slightly before he broke into hearty laughter, his smile growing even warmer.
Wu Shuai had only revealed half of his Dragon Generals, but each one was an Eighth Transformation cultivator, on par with the Ancient Clan's patriarch. Within this beastman blessed land, aside from the Ancient Clan's patriarch himself, there was no other Eighth Transformation existence.
Because the Dream Realm had been explored beforehand, Fang Yuan's clone possessed extensive knowledge of this beastman tribe.
After chatting for a while at the banquet, Wu Shuai formed a clear assessment of the Ancient Clan's current state. And through this conversation, the Ancient Clan's patriarch thoroughly dismissed the last sliver of doubt in his heart.
Most of these beastmen had fish heads and human bodies, with gills on their cheeks, fins serving as ears, and dorsal fins growing from their backs. Beyond that, some had frog legs, some had seabird wings, some carried turtle shells, and some had rings of green seaweed atop their heads.
These beastmen had originally lived in the sea. When the Beastman race rose to greatness only to decline, and the Great Purge wiped them out, the land-dwelling tribes were annihilated entirely. Only this underwater branch survived by sheer luck.
In the grand trend of the Beastman race's fall and humanity's rise to dominance, this undersea beastman tribe had no choice but to reproduce quietly, not daring to harbor even the slightest thought of launching a counterattack.
But they had never forgotten their hatred toward humanity. Nearly every generation of the Ancient Clan's patriarch had harbored such thoughts — to incite internal strife among humans and create an opportunity for their tribe's resurgence.
In history, the true Wu Shuai had encountered an Ancient Clan's patriarch who, based on precisely this alignment, had helped Wu Shuai achieve immortality and even conspired to seize the Fate Gu — a true schemer and hero!
To counter the Dragonman Extinction killer move, Wu Shuai had discussed and forged an alliance between the two races with the Ancient Clan's patriarch.
Earlier, at the entrance to the blessed land, what Fang Yuan's clone and the current generation of the Ancient Clan's patriarch had discussed was precisely this alliance.
This was an arrangement left behind by the true Wu Shuai, intended to revive the Dragonman race in the future. Now that Fang Yuan had inherited the Dragon Palace and learned of this thread, he wanted to follow it through.
The Ancient Clan had cultivated the Eastern Sea for so many years. The Ancient Clan's patriarch was an Eighth Transformation powerhouse, and their foundation was this rich. Of course Fang Yuan wished to draw upon their strength.
Rallying more power to oppose the Heavenly Court was naturally something Fang Yuan welcomed with open arms.
Just as Fang Yuan's clone Wu Shuai and the Ancient Clan's patriarch were growing more cordial in their conversation, Yang Zihe and Zhang Yin in the Western Desert had already succeeded.
BOOM!
A deafening blast rang out as Yang Zihe delivered the final strike.
Looking out, a once prosperous and flourishing oasis had been utterly reduced to nothing — nothing but ruins.
This had been a major resource point of the Fang family. It was now destroyed, with no possibility of restoration.
"We should go!"
"This was the third one we've destroyed. Per the master's orders, completing this much is enough for us to report back."
"Let's still do a thorough check first, make sure we haven't left any traces."
The two Dragon Generals inspected carefully, and only after confirming everything was in order did they depart.
The Fang family was shaken!
Losing three major resource points in a single day dealt a considerable blow to the Fang family.
The Dong family was shaken as well!
Because amid the ruins, several lines of large characters had been left behind — "Dong Luchen was here."