Evening.
The setting sun resembled blood, and the waning moon seemed to hide.
The ancestral land of the Blood Clan!
The sky was ominously overcast, the trees aged and decayed. A few black crows perched on the branches screeched in harsh, grating cries.
Ye Wudao and his party arrived here.
"Is this really the ancestral land of the Blood Clan?" Ye Wudao asked curiously, surveying the surroundings.
"That's right! The ancestral land was once the cradle of the Blood Clan's rise. Generations of Blood Clan emperors hailed from this place, countless great figures emerged—it was truly prosperous! But a hundred years ago, calamity struck the ancestral land. The clan splintered and ultimately declined, fading into obscurity," Will explained, visibly sorrowful.
"From a feng shui perspective, this location is quite exceptional, though the yin energy here is excessively heavy," Dugu Zhan remarked.
"Big Brother, you understand feng shui?" Ye Wudao asked in surprise.
