The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Hearing Fang Luo's inner thoughts, Fang Ting understood that this incident had also occurred in his past life. He had originally thought it was caused by the existence of the Fang family in this lifetime.

In order to obtain more useful information, Fang Ting continued speaking.

"The Duan Clan and the Great Xia Empire are hegemonic forces. Not only do they have Saint King-level experts, but they also possess powerful mountain-guarding formations. To eliminate them to such a degree, it would take at least seven or more hegemonic forces working together."

Back then, Fang Ting had relied on an Imperial Weapon to easily break the protective formation of the Taichu Holy Land. If it had been any other Saint King-level experts, even seven or eight wouldn't have succeeded—at least twenty or more would have been needed.

The Duan Clan and Great Xia's people were in their own main strongholds when their defenses were breached in a short time, and they were completely annihilated.

If only two or three hegemonic forces of the same tier had joined hands, they couldn't have done it. Only a sufficient number of Saint King-level experts could have managed such a feat.

Therefore, the Eastern and Southern Regions could be ruled out directly. That left only the Buddhist sects of the Western Region and the demon clans of the Northern Region.

And if Buddhism were to act, their target would most likely be the Demonic Cult of the Southern Region—not something like this.

So in any case, the most suspicious party was the demon clans of the Northern Region.

After hearing Fang Ting's analysis, Fang Luo nodded in affirmation.

"That does make the demon clans of the Northern Region the prime suspects. And they indeed have the strength to pull it off."

"The demon clans have been dormant for over a hundred thousand years. Though they still haven't regained their ancient era's full might, they've already recovered a great deal. If the Ten Imperial Clans joined forces, even the Buddhist sects of the Western Region would have to step back."

[In my past life, among the Ten Imperial Clans, only the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan and the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan refused to cooperate. The remaining eight clans united and successively wiped out several hegemonic forces.]

[That Qiu Dragon King was ruthless and strong, with ambition to become Emperor and rule as the Demon Sovereign. Through various means, he won over the other clans. When the eight joined forces, no force in Cangzhou could stand against them.]

[If left unchecked, they would have continued to destroy more hegemonic powers, gathering more resources, and ultimately allowed the Qiu Dragon King to ascend the throne of Demon Sovereign.]

Fang Ting's eyes glowed with insight—so it was all because the Qiu Dragon King wanted to become the Demon Sovereign!

Now it was all clear.

After the ancient era, due to various reasons, Cangzhou had been unable to produce an Emperor-tier expert from the Saint King realm.

One of the reasons was a lack of resources. No single force had the wealth or cultivation resources necessary to nurture an Emperor-tier powerhouse.

Now, the Qiu Dragon King had reached the peak of the Saint King realm and required a massive amount of resources to break through.

So he united the other Imperial Clans and secretly began attacking the major forces of Cangzhou, destroying them one after another. This allowed him to gather the enormous amount of resources needed to break through.

At that moment, Little Grey spoke from the side.

"The Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan definitely wouldn't want to join hands with the other clans."

As an elder of the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan, Little Grey naturally understood their nature.

"It was probably because the other clans wanted to form an alliance, but the Heavenfire Blazebeasts refused to join in. That's why something must've gone wrong, and they've been out of contact since," Fang Luo speculated.

[Heavenfire Blazebeasts, like Little Grey, love eating, drinking, and sleeping. If it's not a matter of great importance, they rarely get involved in anything.]

[The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is the same. In the past life, they and the Blazebeasts were the only two clans that didn't participate—but their fates were different. The Heavenfire Blazebeasts, while lazy, were unyielding to the end and were eventually wiped out.]

[The Nine-Tailed Foxes, on the other hand, were much craftier. They didn't want to fight, and when it became clear that resistance was futile, they eventually chose to submit.]

[In the past life, the alliance of nine clans launched a series of strikes, and the Qiu Dragon King ultimately succeeded—breaking through to the Emperor realm and becoming the Demon Sovereign. But some unexpected events later stopped him from leading the demon race to revival.]

Fang Ting silently nodded.

He thought to himself:

"I don't care if the Qiu Dragon King wants to be the Demon Sovereign. But now that Little Grey is part of the Fang family, and the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan is friendly with us, we must prevent the tragedy from repeating itself. I won't let them be exterminated again like in the past life."

Just then, Fang Qiuefeng, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke.

"Among the Ten Imperial Clans of the Northern Region, besides Little Grey's Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan, and the ones we've fought—like the Golden-Winged Tiger Clan, the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan, and the Howling Moon Golden Wolf Clan—who else is there?"

[If we end up fighting in the Northern Region, I'm definitely getting a feast out of it!]

To Fang Qiuefeng, who possessed a Devour-type body as a Chosen Son of Fate, demon beasts were the finest delicacies.

And high-bloodline beasts from the Ten Imperial Clans? Top-tier gourmet fare.

Fang Chen turned his head and asked, "Don't you know about the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan?"

The folkloric fox spirits are based on them—men are handsome, women seductive, their charm is irresistible.

"Of course I know," Fang Qiuefeng replied with a peculiar tone.

They all knew the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's traits. If Fang Ting weren't here, those two would surely be gossiping by now.

Fang Chen continued:

"Among the Ten Imperial Clans, nine are descendants of ancient exotic beasts like Little Grey. The last one is an ancient beast species in itself—the Qiu Dragon Clan."

"The Qiu Dragon Clan may have few descendants and clan members, but they are incredibly powerful and have always been the undisputed number one among the Ten Imperial Clans."

Fang Qiuefeng raised an eyebrow, surprised.

He hadn't expected that, aside from standalone ancient beasts like Little Grey and the Heaven-reaching Mystic Tortoise, there was actually a whole clan of them.

And they were dragons! He hadn't eaten a dragon before!

Last time when they came to the Northern Region for a buffet—no, for training—they only encountered ordinary demon beasts. They hadn't even seen any of the Ten Imperial Clans, much less fought them.

This time, with the clan leader accompanying them, they were almost guaranteed to confront the top-tier demon beasts. And when that happened...

Just the thought had drool running from the corner of Fang Qiuefeng's mouth.

Fang Chen didn't need to look to know what he was thinking and continued:

"The remaining four clans are the Vajra Demon Ape, the Heaven-Devouring Python, the Nightcry Luan, and the Whitecloud Deer."

These were also all descendants of ancient exotic beasts. The last two, though, were weaker and less prominent—so many didn't know about them.

Fang Qiuefeng nodded, pretending to be deep in thought.

[I don't even dare call myself "Heaven-Devouring," and these snakes dare call themselves Heaven-Devouring Pythons? I'll make sure to catch a few and roast them over a fire!]

While Fang Qiuefeng was only thinking about food, Fang Luo wore a troubled expression—he knew the enemies were not only powerful but also vast in number. This trip was unlikely to go smoothly.

Only because he hadn't yet realized—Fang Ting had already ascended to the Emperor Realm.