A clan could survive, just like that.
Unless you could become the one in control of everything.
"Let's talk about the matter of the Immortal Sovereign," Han Muye turned his head and walked towards the depths of the grand hall.
The grand hall was made of huge bluish-gray stones, weathered and rough, with a simple and unadorned appearance.
Many of the stones were engraved with various runes, profound and mysterious, with faint traces of power emerging.
This hall should be the legacy of a certain clan during the Desolation Era.
"Young master, my name is Zhu Ling, and I am from the Demon Luo Clan.
"In fact, our clan was simply expelled from the divine realm by the major sects of the divine realm and wandered around."
The young man called Zhu Ling stood in the hall and told Han Muye everything he knew.
The divine realm, that was the true center of cultivation, the known origin of the cultivation world, and the most powerful place in the known cultivation universe.
