This voice was as majestic as the heavens and earth, containing the fury of thunder. Every syllable contained boundless power, shaking the entire glacier, causing it to shake and crack inch by inch. Its aura made people feel like their guts were about to explode, and their hearts were filled with fear.
Xuanyuan's heart was trembling, and his face was a little pale. This was because Xuanyuan knew that this was definitely an extremely terrifying existence in the Mohist clan. He had probably only just learned of the destruction of the Mohist clan in the Central Divine Region, which was why he had lost his composure like this. It was no wonder that they had only found out now. Ever since the Immemorial Age, after the ancient Sage of the Mohist clan left, they began to live in a corner and spread their branches. They did not know much about the outside world, so it was only natural that they did not know.
Right now, the only thing they retained in their hearts was absolute respect for the ancient Sage of the Mohist clan. The Mohist clan in the Central Divine Region could be said to be their greatest faith, and the greatest pride of their lives, because that was the root of the Mohist clan.
But now, they actually heard from Xuanyuan that the Mohist clan had been destroyed in the Central Divine Region. How could they accept this?
It was as if an invincible existence in their hearts had collapsed in an instant. It was easy to imagine what kind of feeling that was.
An old man appeared in front of everyone on a dragon. He was not tall, and he looked a little hunched. His face was covered with the traces of knives and axes left behind by time. His eyes and the aura that he gave off gave people an incomparably majestic feeling, like a tall and straight mountain. As deep as the ocean, it was hard to predict.
The huge dragon under his feet was cold and its entire body was bronze in color. It didn't have the slightest bit of vitality, but it made people's hearts tremble involuntarily. They couldn't help but want to avoid the gaze of that huge dragon. It was as if something could pierce through them at any time. It was extremely dangerous. Even a Battle Emperor felt a bit scared.
"The technique you used is the enlightenment technique of the Mohist clan. Only the descendants of the Mohist bloodline can inherit it. Quickly tell me, what is the matter with the Mohist clan in the Central Divine Region? You must know that my Mo Clan has no Dao techniques, and its might is boundless. How many people have the ability to destroy my Mo Clan? "
That old man stared at Xu Anyuan, a trace of sobriety could be seen in his eyes. Luckily, someone managed to escape. If not, they would never know about this matter. However, the Mo Clan that they were so proud of had actually collapsed just like that. He still felt that it was hard for him to accept this. This kind of feeling wasn't something that ordinary people could understand. If the remaining members of the Mo Clan knew about this, it would definitely cause a huge wave of commotion.
"Seems like you guys are still suspicious of my identity. Forget it, I shouldn't have taken such a huge risk to come to the Southern Hell Immortal Prefecture to search for the bloodline left behind by the Sacred Ancestor. I will still leave. I didn't expect that I would be rejected at the entrance of my own clan. How sad. It's like drinking water, only one knows whether it's hot or cold. I should have long understood that in this world, even a person with a bloodline might not be able to tolerate you. I only hope that you guys can spare me and allow me to leave safely." Xuanyuan had a look of desolation and sorrow on his face. His eyes were filled with pain and bitterness. It was like he had painstakingly come all the way here, but all his hard work had gone to waste. As the sound of his voice faded, he turned to leave.
Draconis, Yuan 'er, the Emperor Of War and the others were all stunned. Because at this moment, they also felt that Xuanyuan was really a descendant of the Mo Clan.
"Bastard! The Central Divine Prefecture is the foundation of my Mo Clan. Now that a descendant who has met with misfortune has come to seek refuge, why aren't you quickly inviting him in? What are you making them stand there in a daze for? " A furious shout resounded from within the Ice and Fire Restriction, and it shook the old man who stood on the enormous dragon to the point of nodding repeatedly. He knew that he had been rude.
"Quickly, quickly come in. I was just anxious earlier, and I wholeheartedly wanted to know the situation of the Mo Clan in the Central Divine Prefecture. Please forgive me for my rudeness." The old man hurriedly bowed to Xuanyuan and the others and apologized sincerely.
Only now did Xuanyuan reveal a gratified expression. He touched it and nodded embarrassedly.
"Actually, it's nothing. On the other hand, I've been fleeing in panic and wandering between life and death all along the way. Most of the people I've encountered are bad people, so I'm disheartened. I didn't have much hope when I came here in the first place, and I have my faults as well. I shouldn't have gauged the heart of a gentleman with the yardstick of a villain."
Xuanyuan's expression changed very quickly. Hearing this, the Emperor Of War's face twitched. This Xuanyuan was simply a talent.
He was sure that Xuanyuan had nothing to do with the Mo Clan, but where did the Mo Clan's divine ability that Xuanyuan cultivated come from? Could it be that it was derived from the divine ability created by the All Energy-Absorption Body? It was actually so miraculous. The other party, who was a half-step to the Great Emperor, had acknowledged him just like that! There was no way it could be fake.
The old man standing on the giant dragon waved his hand, and a beam of spiritual light shrouded Xuanyuan and the others, bringing them to the Ice Fire Mountain.
A light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and they were in a trance. There wasn't the slightest power of spatial fluctuations, and everything happened silently. Xuanyuan used his Earth Eye to investigate, but he couldn't see anything at all. When the light gradually faded, Xuanyuan only saw an ice wall in front of him. It was crystal clear and smooth, and there were various traces of the Great Dao carved on it. The aura of the ancient sages permeated the entire Ice Fire Mountain.
The Battle Qi of Heaven and Earth was abundant here, and the Great Dao of the Ancient Sages of Heaven and Earth contained the Profound Voice of the Great Dao of the Ancient Sages. Cultivating here was far better than cultivating in most places in the Southern Hell Celestial Province. However, such a place was extremely rare. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, the entire Mo Clan chose to live in seclusion.
Looking at everything in front of him, Xuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.
"I presume that this is the home that the ancient sages of the School of Mohism and the women of the Southern Hell Celestial Province created together. There are many things that only the ancient sages of the School of Mohism would be able to set up. After generations of reproduction, this place has become so grand!"
Xuanyuan could feel that there were countless experts in the Ice Fire Mountain. Everyone was a sage, and they were humble and courteous. Everyone loved and supported each other.
"Hmm, you brat, you used this excuse to sneak in. Let's see how you're going to deal with them later." The Greedy Old Man laughed maliciously. Obviously, he wanted to see how Xuanyuan would deal with these old monsters of the Mo Clan.
Xuanyuan shrugged, and his attitude was completely indifferent.
"It's nothing, as long as I tell the truth. I don't believe that they will kill me. Who asked them to ignore me? I did this because I had no choice."
"Then I can only bless you from the bottom of my heart." The Greedy Old Man thought for a while and felt that it made sense. After all, Xuanyuan was a person of great fortune for the human race, and he had made great contributions to the Southern Hell Celestial Province. It would be unreasonable to kill Xuanyuan, especially since the Mo Clan was the inheritance of the ancient sages. If they dared to harm Xuanyuan, it would be like slapping their ancestors in the face. No one would do that, and no one would dare to do so. Coming from a family of sages, they had absolute respect for their ancestors!
"Child, what's your name?" Although Xuanyuan was a disciple of the Mo Clan, in the eyes of the old man, Xuanyuan was still a child. His voice was gentle, and his expression was apologetic. Obviously, Xuanyuan had suffered a lot along the way, and as an elder, he should give some comfort to the younger generation.
"Me? I'll be called Xuanyuan! "Xuanyuan raised his head and said solemnly.
"Xuanyuan? Mo Xuanyuan? "The huge dragon beneath the old man's feet transformed into a gigantic dragon boat and soared through the sky.
"No, I'm just called Xuanyuan." Xuanyuan spoke with a straight face.
"As a descendant of my Mo Clan, why don't you have the surname Mo?" The old man's eyes widened as he asked in a heavy tone. He couldn't be blamed for this, because it was extremely unreasonable for a descendant of the Mo Clan not to have the surname Mo. This was simply unfilial.
"As for this, bring someone who can make decisions in the Ice Flames Mountain and speak to me. At that time, everything will be explained to you." Xuanyuan had a mysterious look on his face.
"...... You?" This matter concerned the safety of the Mo Family. Thus, the old man did not dare to be careless in the slightest. A moment later, an old man with long black hair stepped out. The aura from his body was even older than before.
"I can still make decisions in the Mo Clan. What do you want? Just say it."
The old man with thick black hair before him wore a mysterious smile as he looked at Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan felt goosebumps all over his body as he let out a hollow laugh.
"Actually, I'm not a descendant of the Mo Clan."
Upon hearing this, Mo Teng and the old man riding the dragon were startled as they yelled, "Actually, I'm not a descendant of the Mo Clan.
Why do you know the supreme ancient Martial Art of the Mo Clan? This Martial Art is only passed down to the direct bloodline of the Mo Clan … "
Xuanyuan immediately interrupted Mo Teng's words and said in a powerful voice,
"In ancient times, the Sages of the Mo Clan left their teachings, wills, and spirits in the Central Divine Region and the Southern Hell Immortal Province without holding back. What do you mean it's only passed down to the direct bloodline of the Mo Clan? How much of the selfless and loving heart of the ancient Sages of the Mo Clan do you understand? "
Mo Teng was rendered speechless by Xuanyuan's words. He stared straight at Xuanyuan.
"Hehe, brother, welcome to my Mo family village. However, the abilities of the Mo family you practise seem to be even more profound than what we practise. You should have obtained the true legacy of our Mo family's Peerless Technique. This is your fortune. I'd like to know just what business you have with me to see you in such a way."
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