Chapter 801: The Clans Observe the Game

In the distant land, within the Eternal Dream Realm, home of the Dream Clan.

On the peaks, countless members of the Dream Clan gazed upon this scene, watching the Southern Region Tournament.

They knew that Meng Wanning, the Dream Clan's prodigy and holy maiden, governed the once-mighty sect Dream Nine Abyss, once under the Immortal Emperor's command, and that she would compete in this tournament; before the contest, she had sent word back to the clan, revealing that her sect had recently gained an unparalleled prodigy who could bring great renown to Dream Nine Abyss.

Since then, the entire clan had paid extraordinary attention to this year's Southern Region Tournament.

Along the way, they quickly learned who this prodigy mentioned by Meng Wanning truly was.

And as he advanced step by step, though he had made them hold their breath and their hearts race countless times midway, the final outcome had repeatedly shocked and electrified the entire clan.

Especially when Li Hao defeated Jian Xin with three swords, every member of the Dream Clan was stunned, knowing this was an unparalleled demon prodigy—they seemed to see Dream Nine Abyss rising swiftly under his radiance, its name echoing across the Southern Region.

The many events that followed left them reeling, but at this very moment, as the Dream Lord's gaze pierced through the stars, all members of the clan seemed to understand: the clan's prodigy holy maiden was not gazing at empty space, but at the Eternal Dream Realm—at every single Dream Clan member!

"Wanning…"

"After years of silence, this youth fights for our Dream Clan—how can we abandon him in his hour of peril?"

"Clan Chief, shouldn't we respond?"

Someone turned toward an elderly woman in the clan, dressed in coarse linen, her hair gray and white, looking utterly plain.

The old woman leaned on an ancient divine staff, forged from withered vines, utterly ordinary—yet at its tip, a seven-colored divine stone had sunk deep within; this was the Dream Clan's supreme treasure, the legendary Illusionary Heaven Stone said to mend the Primordial True Realm!

At this moment, the old woman's gaze fixed on the heavens, watching the towering silhouette reflected in the background.

That figure sat upon the clouds, towering into the sky, face obscured—but she seemed to see it ruling all under heaven, orchestrating everything from behind the scenes.

She fell silent for a long while, then whispered softly: "A transformation unseen in ten thousand years has arisen—then let us enter the game."

As her words ended, a seven-colored aura of divine energy suddenly spread from the Dream Lord before the Emperor's Altar.

On her forehead, the seven-colored light condensed to its utmost, like a vertical pupil slowly splitting open, radiating dazzling brilliance that illuminated the deep void ahead.

The deep void seemed to be torn apart, suddenly cracking open to reveal a swirling rift.

Seeing this, Meng Huaiyue on the ground was stunned, her face pale with horror.

She stared blankly, never imagining her master could go this far for that youth!

This was dragging the entire Dream Clan into it!

"Clan Blood Call—it's the Clan Blood Call!"

"Has she gone mad? She's trying to pull the whole clan in—if she angers the Supreme One, this means annihilation!"

"Who would've thought the declining Dream Clan still retained the power of the Clan Blood Call—how deeply they've hidden it!"

"But will anyone from the Dream Clan even come? She's insane—does the whole clan follow her into madness?!"

Countless people were stunned, recognizing this sight—especially the hundred clans of the True Realm, all renowned great clans—who felt the Dream Lord had gone utterly mad, risking the entire clan's fate for this matter; even among the hundred clans of the True Realm, unless one was among the top ten, the Supreme One could crush them with a flick of the wrist!

Beside her, Yin Jingcheng was also frozen; though Li Hao's defeat of Jian Xin had shattered his Dao heart, leaving him no trace of envy toward the youth, his master's actions now struck him as utterly insane.

Yet at this moment, his heart held not envy, but confusion and complexity.

"Dream Nine Abyss is truly going all out!"

At Wan Mountain Sword Tower, all elders wore grave expressions—if the Dream Clan angered the Supreme One, their fate would be horrific.

"If such a prodigy were born in our clan, we too would fight to the death!"

Nearby, in the Star Palace, many elders wore worried expressions, unsure whether the Dream Clan's move could alter the youth's fate.

"Can you survive this tribulation…?"

Xing Lan gazed at the youth, her eyes filled only with deep concern.

She had watched him step by step, from the Yan-Chu border to the Ancient Immortal Realm, until now, the Southern Region Tournament—only now did she realize how much he had concealed, and how swiftly he had grown.

Yet even the swiftest meteor, within the Tiangong region, would struggle to shine eternally—only to vanish in an instant.

"Yan-Chu has birthed such a prodigy—even if not of our Yan-Chu imperial line, he bears Yan-Chu's name here—does Emperor Chu truly sit idle?"

In the Tide Pavilion, many turned their gazes toward the majestic figure in the clouds; now, to protect the youth, beyond the Dream Clan, the greatest hope lay with that Emperor.

Yet he had spoken not a word since the beginning, leaving his intentions and concerns utterly inscrutable.

At this moment, amid the debates of all sides, the faces of Jin Fengling and the others blocking the way had changed—they never expected their sect master to be so ruthless, borrowing the power of an entire clan!

But would his own family truly follow him into madness?

Countless eyes fixed on the seven-colored rift, including Li Hao's, who cast a questioning gaze.

Then, the rift fell silent, utterly still.

As many began sneering, declaring the Dream Clan had only one madwoman, suddenly, ripples erupted around the rift—figures stepped forth from it, arriving from the distant Eternal Dream Realm.

"We have received your holy call, Dream Holy Maiden—we answer!"

"Called by blood, answered by blood!"

"Wanning, we've come—I want to see who dares bully my granddaughter!"

One after another, figures emerged from the rift, their voices loud and resonant echoing across the heavens; each figure reined in their radiance, each possessing a unique aura, standing together without dimming the others' light.

As their qi radiated outward, among them were unmistakably several Immortal Kings—by rough count, seven or eight!

Seeing this, countless people drew sharp breaths—was the Dream Clan truly sending their entire clan?

This was Tiangong! This was the Emperor's domain! Was one youth worth it?

This was an entire clan!

The Dream Lord, seeing those familiar faces, had grown pale moments ago—now her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes misted over with tears for the first time in ages; the last time she had wept was when her brother perished.

After tens of thousands of years, this was her first time invoking the Clan Blood Call—and the entire clan answered.

"Youth, today, with the Dream Clan here, no one shall touch you!"

An aged figure flew forward, arriving beside the Dream Lord—it was the elder who had called out for his granddaughter.

He glanced at the stunned youth behind him, grinned broadly, then turned to the Dream Lord: "Well done. Our Dream Clan stands tall and proud—we did nothing wrong. Why fear others?" Hearing his booming, vigorous voice, countless people were moved into silence.

After centuries of obscurity in the Southern Region, many had forgotten this once-powerful race—but now, they rediscovered the mettle and grandeur of this former top hundred clan.

"So this is the Dream Clan? I heard they were nearly pushed out of the top hundred."

"I thought one person was mad—turns out the whole clan is mad. Too extreme—is there not a single sane soul among them?"

"Better not provoke the Dream Clan—a bunch of fearless fools."

Countless voices buzzed in awe.

Many great clans wore complex expressions; some sighed in lament.

"The Dream Clan has staked everything!"

"Too bad—the more they fight for him, the less chance the youth has of leaving alive."

In the depths of certain great clans, elder ancestors murmured to themselves, having already perceived something beyond the dispute—something tied to forbidden secrets too dangerous to speak of.

As more figures emerged from the sky, the Dream Clan's presence swelled—within moments, they filled half the sky beyond the Emperor's Altar.

Each of these figures radiated a chilling aura; the lowest among them were all Immortal Lords!

Those who came to fight all began at the Immortal Lord level, led by Immortal Kings.

There were twenty-two distinct Immortal King auras alone!

The aura of dominance once held by Jin Fengling and his group was instantly crushed, utterly erased.

The black-robed elder and the round-faced, narrow-eyed elder who had faced the Dream Lord now stood frozen, clearly stunned by the other side's madness.

"What do you mean? Summoning your entire clan—do you intend to spark a clan war? Or do you think we, the Jin Dynasty, fear your Dream Clan?!"

Jin Fengling's face darkened as he demanded sharply.

Before the Dream Lord could speak, the old man beside her glared, his temper explosive, bellowing:

"How dare you be born into the Jin imperial clan? You're an Immortal Lord, yet you fear a True Immortal who hasn't even taken a master—afraid he'll catch up and surpass you, so you try to crush him in the cradle? You've wasted your cultivation—cowardice like yours has no place on the path to the peak of immortality!"

Hearing his thunderous roar, Jin Fengling's face turned ashen, his body trembling violently, his legs shaking like leaves in the wind.

Under the pressure of an Immortal King's aura, he had no power to resist—especially since this elder was clearly stronger than the Dream Lord.

"What kind of skill is it to bully the young? Your Dream Clan overwhelms with numbers over a trivial matter—do you think other great clans have no one?!"

The black-robed elder behind Jin Fengling's face darkened; though crushed by the overwhelming aura of the Dream Clan's Immortal Kings, he refused to show weakness—he did not believe the Dream Clan would truly risk full-scale war.

As he spoke, his Primordial Spirit swiftly transmitted a message via secret technique; soon, he received word from a noblewoman in the distant imperial capital.

He exhaled in relief, then immediately whispered to Jin Fengling.

Jin Fengling listened, paused, then relaxed—his eyes hardened, he glared fiercely at the Dream Lord and Li Hao, then suddenly raised his hand; his Immortal energy surged, and soon, a vertical pupil split open on his forehead, radiating brilliant light.

Seeing this familiar sight, countless people erupted in shock.

No one expected Jin Fengling could also invoke the Clan Blood Call—clearly, he had been entrusted with it by his clan as a great hope.

Yet given his talent, to be granted the Clan Blood Call mark and appear at the Southern Region Tournament was not surprising.

As Jin Fengling's call echoed, the light projected outward, and countless eyes turned to the rift—soon, dozens of figures stepped forth, each radiating Immortal King qi; over twenty were Immortal Kings, nearly matching the Dream Clan's strength.

But their Immortal Lords were far fewer—they clearly had not sent their entire clan.

"That's the Wind Spirit Clan—ranked fifty-third among the hundred clans, far superior to the Dream Clan!"

"The Wind Spirit Clan's chief hasn't appeared—they don't intend to fight to the death with the Dream Clan, only to intimidate."

"Two mere youths' fight has drawn two great clans—this is absurd!"

Amid the stunned silence of countless onlookers, the Dream Lord's face darkened rapidly—she had not expected that after summoning her entire clan, the other side would also fight to the death!

"Hmph!"

The old man beside the Dream Lord snorted coldly, his gaze disdainful and icy: "Call your chief out—or do you really think these few of you can hold us back?!"

As he spoke, the dozens of Wind Spirit Clan elders remained cold and expressionless, glancing at him once with cold smirks, ignoring him entirely.

At that moment, a figure coalesced from the rift like a gentle breeze, taking human form—it was the chief of the Wind Spirit Clan.

His beard and hair carried a bluish tint; his eyes bore crescent-moon markings—the famed Wind Spirit Dao Body, which naturally perceives the origin of wind.

Wind, Thunder, Light, and Darkness—though not among the Nine Sequences, they were among the most formidable primordial Dao paths, surpassing even the origins of swords and blades.

They ranked among the top primordial Dao paths outside the Nine Sequences.

Next come various immortal arts and swords and knives.

The lowest tier consists of trivial arts, such as drinking wine and painting.

The Wind Spirit chieftain appeared, slowly raising his palm, where a crescent divine sword materialized in his palm.

Seeing this sword, the elderly Dream Spirit elder standing among the crowd, clutching a withered vine divine staff, narrowed her eyes.

It was a top-tier weapon, said to approach the level of an Immortal Ban Emperor Artifact, reaching the half-step emperor weapon tier, and also the ancestral divine weapon of the Wind Spirit clan.

Unexpectedly, the opponent had brought this divine weapon—this was a genuine intention to ignite a racial bloodbath!

Other great clans also recognized this weapon; all were stunned and pale. Could it be that these two factions of the Hundred Clans truly intended to wage a racial war over two mere youths?

This is not the time to contest the Hundred Clan Emperor Mountains, nor is it the time for the Hundred Clan rankings. To initiate bloodshed prematurely would ensure that, when the Hundred Clan Emperor Mountain contest arrives, they will be suppressed and surpassed by other great clans, cast out of the Hundred Clans, losing control of cultivation resources and immortal lands and cavern halls, causing the entire clan's strength to decline.

"Feng Ling, go cut off that boy's head and use it as a stepping stone on your path to kingship—I want to see who dares intervene!"

The Wind Spirit chieftain's eyes were narrow and long, holding the crescent divine sword, his gaze cold and detached, yet his aura radiated outward with overwhelming might.

Hearing his words, Jin Fengling was overjoyed, silently thanking his great-grandfather—he knew this was his mother using her influence to summon clan elders; he had not invoked his father's side, for the Jin imperial family's involvement would inevitably bring complications, and his father would hardly welcome the imperial clan being drawn in.

He was very familiar with his father's temperament.

But fortunately, his mother came from a great clan, and was equally reliable!

(End of chapter)