Doupo: Marry a Young Doctor and Be Rewarded with Douhuang Cultivation

228: The Soul Emperor’s army is at the city gates!The next day, the air in the deliberation hall seemed to solidify. Gu Yuan, Yan Jin Yan Jin, and Lei Ying Lei Ying, along with Xiao Ze, sat around, conducting the final discussions on the details of the three clans’ joint resistance against the Hun Clan, including troop deployment, material allocation, and intelligence sharing. Every decision concerned the future safety of the Central Plains.

However, just as Gu Yuan spoke of the Ancient Clan opening the Ancient Secret Realm to train top combat forces for the allied army, his eyes, which seemed capable of piercing through the dust of ages, suddenly narrowed. His normally peaceful aura instantly became as sharp as a sword.

He abruptly looked up, his gaze penetrating the thick roof of the deliberation hall and piercing directly towards the boundless, deep Void Realm outside the Ancient World.

”Hun Tiandi, with your status, why act like a rat?”

Gu Yuan’s voice was not loud, but it contained the majestic Dou Qi of a Nine-Star Dou Sheng and the millennia-old prestige of the Ancient Clan, like a Nine Heavens divine thunder, roaring and exploding in the depths of everyone’s Soul.

In an instant, all the powerhouses in the deliberation hall stiffened, and then, endless horror and intense Battle Intent surged skyward.

The killing aura that had just subsided on the training ground was instantly replaced by an even more deadly, more oppressive sense of crisis.

Only Hun Tiandi could make Gu Yuan lose his composure like this, no one else!

”Hun Tiandi...” Xiao Ze slowly stood up, Purple-Gold Flame and dark flames entwining around him like two dormant spirit snakes. As the flames intertwined, they emitted a suffocating high temperature.

His eyes became colder than ten-thousand-year-old profound ice. This Devil Head, whose image was etched into the Xiao Clan’s Bloodline, who caused the Xiao Clan’s demise and the suffering of countless beings, finally stopped hiding and revealed his fangs.

”Ancient Clan, Level One Alert!”

The figures of the three Ancient Clan Immortals streaked across the sky above the deliberation hall like three bolts of lightning. Their aged but powerful shouts transformed into rolling sound waves, spreading like thunder throughout the vast mountains of the Ancient World.

In an instant, streams of light pierced the sky, and powerful auras surged heavenward.

Countless slumbering Ancient Clan powerhouses were startled awake, emerging from their respective Immortal Caves and Family strongholds.

There were white-haired veteran Dou Sheng, sharp young Prodigies, Elders holding Divine Artifacts, and guardians riding exotic beasts.

Above the sky, an immeasurably vast energy wove into a giant heavenly net. The might, condensed from the Ancient Clan’s millennia-old heritage, even made Xiao Ze, who had reached Nine-Star Dou Sheng, look sideways.

”Gu Yuan, what’s going on?”

Yan Jin Yan Jin and Lei Ying Lei Ying’s expressions changed drastically. Their figures flickered, and they appeared beside Gu Yuan. Blazing flames and violent lightning respectively ignited around them as they vigilantly gazed at the seemingly empty space.

They used their full senses but detected nothing. This invisible sense of oppression only intensified the dread in their hearts.

Gu Yuan did not answer, merely staring intently at the Void Realm, slowly clenching his hands. Subtle ripples began to appear in the space around him.

Clearly, he was ready to strike at any moment.

The entire Ancient World fell into a deathly silence, with only countless hearts pounding violently in chests. The muffled thumping sounds converged, forming a peculiar resonance.

Everyone understood that once Hun Tiandi’s true form appeared, today’s events would surely lead to a river of blood, far more tragic than the battle that destroyed the Medicine Clan.

This suffocating silence lasted for several minutes, feeling as long as a century.

Finally, the calm space began to ripple with strange undulations, like stones cast into a tranquil lake. A voice, with a faint smile yet imbued with an indifference to all things, slowly drifted over.

”Heh heh, Gu Yuan, it’s been many years. Your perception is still as keen.”

The moment the voice fell, space twisted violently like water waves, and a vortex as black as ink slowly formed. As the vortex spun, it emitted a terrifying aura that seemed to devour all light and energy.

A slender, fair hand, carved like jade, stretched out from the vortex and gently pressed against its edge. Then, a figure slowly stepped out, finally fully exposed to everyone’s gaze.

The newcomer wore a long gray-white robe, its sleeves fluttering. His face was handsome and refined, appearing to be only around thirty years old. His eyes were bright like stars, as if they could see into the depths of people’s hearts.

If not for the tense atmosphere, if not for the faint, terrifying aura around him that made heaven and earth lose their color, he would look more like a scholarly gentleman with a book in hand, rather than the legendary Devil Head who viewed all living beings as mere grass.

”He is Hun Tiandi?”

Xiao Ze frowned, his heart filled with surprise.

He had seen descriptions of Hun Tiandi countless times in the Xiao Clan’s ancient texts.

Fierce and malevolent, bloodthirsty and cruel. But the refined man before him was truly difficult to connect with that legendary image.

Yet he dared not be careless in the slightest. A strong premonition from the depths of his Soul told him that the person before him was indeed the culprit who had destroyed the Ling and Shi clans.

Behind Hun Tiandi, the dark vortex did not dissipate. Several more figures emerged in succession.

The leader was wreathed in surging black flames, his aura vast and domineering, having also reached the Eight Star Dou Sheng level. He was clearly a newly risen top giant of the Hun Clan.

And behind him, Soul Butcher and Soul Fiend, the only remaining members of the Hun Clan’s Four Devil Saints, also appeared, a dense smell of blood permeating around them.

Such a lineup, though not the Hun Clan’s Peak combat power, was enough to make the entire continent tremble.

”Today, the Ancient Clan is quite lively.” Hun Tiandi surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over Gu Yuan, Yan Jin Yan Jin, and Yan Jin Lei Ying in turn, still wearing that indifferent smile. ”Gu Yuan, Lei Ying, Yan Jin, it’s been thousands of years since the four of us have gathered like this, hasn’t it?”

”Hun Tiandi, the Ancient World is the Holy Land of my Ancient Clan, not a place you should come. Retreat quickly!” Gu Yuan’s voice was as cold as ice, the energy around him growing increasingly violent, ready to erupt at any moment.

”There is no place in this world that I, Hun Tiandi, cannot go.”

Hun Tiandi gently shook his head, his tone flat yet undeniably domineering, as if stating a most ordinary fact.

”The Ling and Shi clans were consecutively wiped out. Was that the work of your Hun Clan?”

Lei Ying Lei Ying could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, questioning sharply. His fists were tightly clenched, and lightning crackled around him, as if he would unleash a thunderous strike in the next second.

”Some things are best left unsaid, knowing them in your heart is enough.”

Hun Tiandi’s gaze nonchalantly swept over the Ancient Clan members below. In the depths of his seemingly peaceful eyes was an icy indifference to all things, as if in his eyes, these vibrant lives were merely blades of grass that could be crushed at any time.

Everyone touched by his gaze felt a chill originating from the depths of their Soul, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and even their breathing became difficult.

”It really was you!” Yan Jin Yan Jin and Yan Jin Lei Ying’s expressions completely darkened, their eyes filled with killing intent.

The three clans had already formed an alliance. Now, the Hun Clan openly admitted to the crime of extermination and even brought their forces to the Ancient World. They had no reason to retreat.

”Gu Yuan, if you hadn’t interfered back then, uniting with other races to hinder our clan’s great plan, how would my Hun Clan have declined to this day?”

The black-flamed Elder behind Hun Tiandi suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and venomous, as if accumulating thousands of years of hatred.