He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

A secluded cave dwelling in the Western Nether Continent.

A young male cultivator and an old man were talking to each other.

"Grandpa, this is an invitation from the Lintian Pill Pavilion. Is this really the Snow Clan's Mystic Seal?" The young man looked at the black-clad elder stroking the invitation in his hand, on which a Mystic Seal—a six-pointed snow-light seal—was attached in a hidden corner.

"It's true." The old man closed his eyes, seemingly recalling the glorious history recorded in the secret manual of inheritance. He opened his eyes again, looked at the six-pointed star seal on the post, and sighed deeply.

"I never thought there would be anyone who wanted to revive the Holy Clan. I envy the Snow Clan for being able to preserve its members. Now, in my Fire Domain, only my grandfather and I are left to depend on each other for survival."

Yan Li could only comfort her grandfather, and then asked, "Grandpa, I heard that two great cultivators appeared in Xiqi City a few days ago. One of them is a senior from the Leng family from the Dongming Continent. She is Elder Leng Huanxue of the Misty Immortal Sect, that saintess."

The old man's expression shifted slightly: "You said she is a Mahayana cultivator? Every member of the Holy Clan who can cultivate to the Mahayana level is someone who has awakened profound power. It seems this post is most likely true."

“There aren’t many people who know about the Mysterious Seals of each race these days. The fact that she is so openly releasing the Mysterious Seals shows that she is sincerely inviting the remaining Hidden Races to the Western Frontier to jointly build the Western Frontier Holy Land… There are very few Mahayana cultivators left on the continent. She is fearless.”

Seeing Yan Li deep in thought, the old man unfolded the post and browsed it again: "Establish the Western Frontier Holy Land, guard Hongyuan, and revive the glory—you have ambition!"

“那我们要去吗？”

"Go! This is an opportunity." After thinking it over, the old man looked at his grandson: "I have been stuck at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm for hundreds of years. Why not take this opportunity to go out and gamble? The success or failure of our clan's revival depends on this one move!"

"But what if it's fake? Wouldn't we be exposed?"

"No, look at the post, it talks about people of ambition from all sides, it doesn't say anything else. This Snow Clan Saintess is very cautious, she also considers the other hidden clans."

The old man flashed out of the cave, looked up at the vast sky, his eyes distant and lingering, "Ah Li, this is also your opportunity, the heavy responsibility of passing on the legacy rests on your shoulders."

He still raised his deeply lined face and looked up at the sky: "Of the hundreds of holy clans, I wonder how many still exist. Let's go see how many hidden clans she can gather to build a holy land together."

After saying this, the old man grabbed his Nascent Soul stage grandson's shoulder, disappeared into the spatial rift, and headed straight for Xiqi.

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Similar scenes are playing out in several places, some bustling and some secluded.

Leng Huan waited for seven days, but Wen Changge did not return. Instead, he was greeted by well-informed individuals who had come to see him.

Of course, they were mostly chivalrous people and skilled and daring individuals who were unwilling to stay in the rear. After confirming that they were not from the Hidden Clan, Leng Huan assigned them to Fu Xun, asking him to lead them to guard Xiqi City first.

Then she left behind a few people: a grandfather and grandson, and a young female cultivator. The way they looked at Leng Huan was increasingly strange.

Leng Huan roughly knew she had found the right people. She led them to the original city lord's mansion and set up a security barrier, which allowed her to officially meet the group.

"Let's all introduce ourselves first." Leng Huan sat at the head of the table, her gaze sweeping over the three of them. With an aura of dominance, she waved her wide sleeves and rested them on the armrest, slowly speaking: "I am Leng Huanxue, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Clan, from the Eastern Sea Continent. I intend to invite the hidden clans to revive the Holy Clan."

"Greetings, Holy Maiden of the Snow Clan. I am Yan Wu, the current patriarch of the Yan Clan, and this is my grandson, Yan Li." The old man in black bowed and said, "Now it seems that the Holy Maiden was not lying." Yan Li followed his grandfather in bowing.

After the old man sat down, the young female cultivator spoke: "I accidentally stumbled into a hidden place and activated my inheritance with my bloodline... uh..."

She scratched her head a little awkwardly: "My name is Gu Yubing, and I come from Xiyou. I should belong to the Star Clan of the Ziwei Sacred Domain. The remnant soul of my clan's predecessors allowed me to inherit their will and restore the Star Clan, so I am the new patriarch of the Star Clan."

Leng Huan smiled and nodded at her, secretly noting down the names of the Yan Clan and the Xing Clan, especially the Xing Clan, which already had a small population and was fortunate to have a bloodline to carry on.

Yan Wu looked slightly surprised: "So you are actually a member of the Star Clan. The Star Clan is skilled in using the power of stars for attack and in the art of divination of the celestial bodies. They have the fewest members, I didn't expect there to be a lineage of them."

Gu Bingyu looked to be no more than twenty years old, but his cultivation level was already at the Nascent Soul stage. Leng Huan felt that this guy was also a chosen one, just like Fu Xun.

"Alright, since you're here, it means everyone agrees to jointly build the Holy Land. Xiqi City also needs manpower. We'll advance the defense line inch by inch. Remember, building a Holy Land isn't something that can be done overnight. If everyone has made a decision, we can't give up halfway. So..."

Leng Huan looked at the group and said, "You need to think this through. I'll give you three days to consider."

After a brief meeting, Leng Huan dismissed everyone. Later, more people arrived after receiving the news. Leng Huan wanted to gather the Hidden Clan, but he didn't exclude other cultivators.

Instead, they accept all comers, as newly established forces are currently short of manpower. As for benefits, well, the Hidden Clan has so many traditions; any one of them would be enough to attract cultivators.

Inheritance is about passing things down; only by passing them on can they be truly inherited. What a pity it is to see those who have no descendants or disciples, whose lineages disappear!

As for the Leng family, apart from the core cultivation technique, the other cultivation techniques are also practiced by all the disciples of the Leng family. At the very least, it would be good to have a portion of the inheritance from the Qinglai Holy Land from the Holy Snow Valley, or the inheritance from the Qiankun Tower.

Perhaps in the future, as things develop, we can integrate the strengths of each group?

Leng Huan now only wants to wipe out the demon race and develop the Western Frontier; leaving this place undeveloped is a real waste.

When Wen Changge returned, there were already many more people in Xiqi City, and gradually many rogue cultivators arrived.

Regardless of whether it's for fame or for the benefit of newly established forces, the Western Frontier is a good place. It was deserted before because the major powers had all fled, but now that there are two major towns, it's time to make ourselves known!

A month later.

A certain inn on the Southern Continent.

Wang Chen, who had been separated from Leng Huan for two or three decades, held the invitation from the Lintian Dan Pavilion in the Western You Continent. His eyes widened, and he turned to Shen Hanyan, who was straightening the clothes of their child, and exclaimed, "My God! Wife, do you think Leng Huan is about to do something big?"

"Father, who is Leng Huan?" The eight-year-old girl obediently let her mother tidy her clothes and braid her hair. Hearing her father's voice, she asked curiously.

Shen Hanyan had already read the post. After calmly putting the protective jade lock on the child, she said, "Hmm, Leng Huan wants to turn the Western Frontier into an impregnable land. To suppress Hong Yuan, her ambition is truly grand. Do you think she can't do it?"

"Sigh, she can definitely do it, borrowing the power of the Hidden Clan, wow, that's quite an idea..."

Seeing Shen Hanyan begin packing her daughter's luggage, Wang Chen also put away the invitation and went over to help pack the items. While folding clothes, he said, "Nowhere is safe now. Leng Huan's move is good. Gathering cultivators from the mainland to Xiqi City, plus her and Fu Xun in charge, there is nowhere in the world safer than her place."

He gently pinched his daughter's cheek and answered her question earlier: "Zhenzhen, Leng Huan is a very powerful fairy, a friend of Father's from before. Shall I take you to meet her now?"

In the past month, due to the impregnability of Xiqi City, the demons began to turn to other continents, so there were more and more demons on the Nanzhan Continent. Occasionally, when people woke up in the middle of the night, they would be confronted by demons on the roof beams.

The situation caused widespread panic and unrest. Wang Chen was preparing to leave. He originally intended to return to Dongming, but after receiving the invitation, he changed his mind and decided to take his wife and children to find Leng Huan. He was a powerful figure, so why not take advantage of him?

"What do you think, wife?" He turned to look at Shen Hanyan.

"Hmm." Shen Hanyan put her luggage into her ring and put a storage bag disguised as a sachet on her daughter's hand. "I haven't seen Leng Huan for decades, and I miss her a little."

Wang Chen: "...It's enough that you miss me."

Shen Hanyan: "I'm serious."

Wang Chen: "I'm serious too!"

"..."

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