Chapter 8: Ancient Family Feng Clan

After a long time, the two separated, reluctant to part.

"Suiyuan, are we really going to separate?" Lianyi's slender hands tightly grasped the corner of Si Shaolong's clothes.

Si Shaolong nodded slowly.

Lianyi felt like her heart was twisted into a knot. She couldn't cry at all. She couldn't express her emotions in words. The person she loved the most was standing right in front of her. But her every word and action was a reflection of separation.

"No, I don't believe it. You said you were dead, then who are you? Who is standing in front of me?" Lianyi was unwilling to believe what Si Shaolong said.

Si Shaolong walked slowly to the lake. The calm lake surface was like a mirror, reflecting Qian Suiyuan's face. It was a very handsome and clean face, without a trace of depression.

"Qian Suiyuan is dead. I am Si Shaolong. I will definitely become great and kill him!"

Si Shaolong suddenly raised his head and looked at Lianyi: "I want to borrow your body. I think this is fate and it cannot be stopped!
Lianyi was silent for a long time, her brows full of depression. After a quarter of an hour, she finally spoke: "I will accept my fate, and I will not let you replace him. You go, to the Starry Sky Ancient Road, where the only avenue with the greatest possibility of achieving enlightenment in this life will be contested."

"In this life, an emperor will really appear." Lianyi had a strong premonition. This was an indescribable strong throbbing. Too many deeds were heard from the ancient starry road, and many geniuses became bones under the feet of others.

Si Shaolong left, he wanted to solve all the mysteries of himself. Apart from a body that was about to be perfected, what else did he have! His first step was to think of the Emperor's son Jiang family in the Beidou Star Region.

The imperial family, which was once extremely glorious, has now fallen into decline. It has fallen into decline too quickly. Even if the emperor dies, there are still the emperor's own sons who can take on the great responsibility. Unfortunately...

Si Shaolong came to the Big Dipper star region.

There are many famous star fields in this vast universe. If you want to say which star field is the most famous, it is here: Emperor Burial Star.

Throughout the ages, many emperors and empresses have buried themselves here. Many invincible families have migrated here with their entire clans. This place is too mysterious. There are also absolute taboos.

The seven forbidden areas for life, the Taichu Ancient Mine, the Immortal Mountain, the Samsara Sea, the Immortal Mausoleum, the Ruins of Gods, the Heavens, and the Ancient Forbidden Land. There is definitely great terror here. For so many epochs, so many geniuses have accumulated, but if they choose to step into this area, they will all be annihilated. There will not be a single ripple.

This is an absolutely forbidden place that cannot be buryed by heaven, destroyed by earth, erased by time, or eradicated by the emperor.

Si Shaolong came to the East Desert, where countless forces stood side by side, including some truly eternal great emperor families.

Si Shaolong has arrived, and his blood is so surging that it is impossible to conceal it. A saintly body that has achieved success in cultivation, he has reached the pinnacle of the ancient star road. It is difficult to find an opponent. His reputation has spread to all the ancient star regions.

As soon as he set foot on the land of the East Wilderness, someone came to greet him from afar. This was the territory of the ancient Feng Clan. This clan was quite prosperous, with great saint-level masters coming one after another, and they had never been cut off. Even though they had never reached the top, their foundation was very terrifying. It was rumored that this clan was the most distant branch of Emperor Fuxi. Perhaps the Fuxi Dragon Stele, the ultimate imperial weapon of Emperor Fuxi, was hidden in the clan. But it had never appeared. Few people dared to risk their lives to verify this news.

At the front of the group was the chief of the Wind Clan, a famous great saint-level being. He had once fought his way through the ancient starry sky road in his time, but now he was old and weak.

"The holy body of the ancient star Tianhuang." Feng Changkong, the patriarch of the Feng clan, stood not far from Si Shaolong, looking at him from afar, his tone containing a hint of awe.

Si Shaolong nodded: "Chief Feng!"

The Wind Clan's strong men made way for Si Shaolong. They respected such a strong man because of his identity: the Ancient Saint Body. And because of his strength: the eighth level of the Quasi-Emperor.

"Please come into our holy land for a chat." Feng Changkong wanted to invite Si Shaolong to the ancient land of the Wind Clan. Si Shaolong didn't hesitate and walked into the ancient land of the Wind Clan. The Wind Clan was indeed worthy of being a first-class force in the East Wilderness. It was a small world opened up by human power.

There was abundant spiritual energy inside, and all kinds of rare and exotic animals were flapping their wings and flying. Countless beams of light were shining, forming a towering and magnificent temple.

Si Shaolong's eyes flashed, and those bright eyes seemed to see through everything. However, it did not do so. The layers of light covered everything.

Feng Changkong spoke up in time: "That was an ancestor of our clan. He was accidentally sealed by the Divine Source 70,000 years ago and has now been welcomed back by our clan."

Si Shaolong nodded, but said nothing.

"The ancestor has reached a watershed. If we cross it, our clan will truly prosper." Feng Changkong's eyes were full of hope.

Si Shaolong understood that the Wind Clan had mobilized almost all of its power to help the ancestor overcome the difficulty of becoming a quasi-emperor. They did not know where they got the secret method from to form this strange formation.

The situation is becoming more and more turbulent, and only the existence of a true quasi-emperor can have some strength to protect ourselves.

Si Shaolong suddenly said, "You invited me to have a chat, so you must have something to discuss."

Feng Changkong's old face turned red as Si Shaolong pointed out his intention.

"I would like to ask the Holy Body to protect our ancestor. The Wind Clan is not without enemies. We are also capable of stopping them, but we are afraid of accidents." Feng Changkong's words were very clear. He hoped that at the last moment, Si Shaolong could lend a helping hand to ensure that the ancestor of the Wind Clan would get through the difficult times.

Feng Changkong was afraid that Si Shaolong would not agree, so he said, "The Feng Clan is never stingy. I once traveled through the starry sky and found the burial site of an invincible being in a ruined ancient star field. It was suspected to be a great ancient saint body. He had been dead for an unknown period of time, but the aura that overwhelmed the universe was too terrifying."

Si Shaolong's expression changed and he was shocked.

A fully-developed holy body! Could it be one of the nine holy bodies?

"Can you be more specific?" Si Shaolong's breathing became very rapid.

Feng Changkong shook his head, his face showing bitterness: "I was a Saint King at that time, but that day, I was still scared out of my wits. I just wanted to escape and didn't dare to step in again."

"That is a supreme burial site. Only the truly powerful can find out." Feng Changkong said very accurately, his eyes full of earnestness.

Si Shaolong agreed without thinking: "Okay, I agree. On the day when your ancestor passes the tribulation, I will help him to overcome the final problem!"

Feng Changkong was very excited. He actually felt that Si Shaolong was unlikely to agree, even though the conditions he offered were very tempting. The Supreme Ancient Burial Ground had too many opportunities, but the risks were too great.

Feng Changkong pulled Si Shaolong aside to exchange pleasantries, and then led a group of young women from the tribe to come forward, very enthusiastically, saying that the women of our tribe were graceful and elegant, and were in their prime, and could be worthy of the Holy Body. Si Shaolong was so frightened that he fled in panic.

When Si Shaolong fled from the Feng Clan in a panic, he could still hear Feng Changkong shouting from behind: "Don't leave, Holy Body, there are still eight hundred girls I haven't introduced to you yet!"

Si Shaolong felt that his reputation was about to be ruined.

(End of this chapter)