Li Hao had seen an unrivaled swordsman through the eight trigrams. Through absorbing some of his blood, the seal over Stellaris loosened. While the young man had bled onto the little sword before, this result had never appeared.0

Plainly, the unsealing of the little sword might have something to do with that figure. It also enabled Li Hao and Yuan Shuo to realize a possibility—the swordsman really might be a Li ancestor.0

A premier powerhouse!0

Yuan Shuo tamped down agitation, fear, shock, and a tiny thread of anticipation stirring in his heart. “Let’s forget about this for now,” his voice was strained. “It’s too far removed from us and involves ancient experts. Our most pressing task at hand is to strengthen ourselves!”1

He came back to his senses—personal strength was the foundation of everything. The waters of this world ran deep, possibly so deep that the ancient civilization and all of its heritages were submerged. Only some ruins remained, as well as the incredibly debilitated eight families of Silver City.0

No, there was only one family...0