Chapter 162: The Daughter of the Seven Colored Demon Saint
Boom!
As countless skeletal remains began to tremble faintly, the once dead magical beast skeletons, dormant for thousands of years, lit up with glowing red eyes.
In an instant, hundreds of blood red gazes locked onto Xiao Yan, making even his expression turn grim.
Clack. Clack.
With their eerie red eyes, the skeletal beasts began moving, inching closer to Xiao Yan and his group. Their slow, deliberate movements were unnervingly lifelike.
"Master, please step back," Xiao Wu said, positioning himself in front of Xiao Yan protectively.
"Be careful, Wu," Xiao Yan said, his own expression growing serious.
"Heh, these skeletons? Even if they were alive, they wouldn't be a match for me. Unless the Seven Colored Demon Saint rises from the grave, they're no threat to me," Xiao Wu said with a faint smile.
Just as he finished speaking, a loud creaking sound echoed.
The massive serpent skeleton, which had been lying motionless in the distance, emitted a noise as crimson light ignited in its hollow eye sockets.
"I just had to jinx it!" Xiao Wu muttered, smacking his forehead in frustration.
It was too late. The colossal skeletal serpent an imposing presence that resembled a skeletal dragon was slowly coming to life, its glowing red eyes locking onto their group.
For the first time since they left the Xiao Clan, Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu wore solemn expressions.
A five star Dou Sheng skeleton, even after millennia of death, still exuded an aura of dread.
As the massive skeleton moved, the tension rose. Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu, sensing the impending battle, unleashed their full power.
Boom!
Their immense auras surged forth, causing the surrounding space to tremble.
But just as the two were preparing to engage the Demon Saint's skeletal remains, another formidable aura, also at the level of a Dou Zun, emanated from the serpent's skull.
"Another Dou Zun?" Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu exchanged serious looks.
"Wait," Xiao Wen said, frowning. "This aura feels... strange. It's weak and unstable."
A faint, self deprecating laugh echoed from the skull of the Seven Colored Demon Saint.
"To think that mere ruins would draw two Half Saint level experts..."
Moments later, an elderly figure appeared atop the massive serpent skull.
A Frail Elder
The woman had snow white hair and wrinkled skin, her frail appearance reminiscent of someone with one foot in the grave. Yet, her aura and demeanor hinted at a time when she had been a peerless beauty.
Seeing the elderly figure, Xiao Yan and the others were taken aback.
"A living person?" Xiao Yan muttered, stunned.
Given her condition, it was clear her life was nearing its end. Even for a Dou Zun, thousands of years were the upper limit of their lifespan.
"That's... the Seven Colored Demon Saint's daughter, Medusa!" Yu Mo's voice came from within the black lotus.
Xiao Yan's expression turned incredulous.
"Medusa? Isn't she supposed to be the Snake People Queen? Why is she here... as a granny?"
The mental image of the captivating and regal Snake People Queen shattered, replaced by the frail elder before him.
Hearing Yu Mo's exclamation, the old woman turned her gaze toward Xiao Yan and the black lotus.
"A Netherworld Serpent?" she said, her tone calm but laced with suspicion. "You know who I am? Wait, what's your connection to Yōu Líng?"
"Yōu Líng was my grandfather," Yu Mo replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "Even as he approached death, he never stopped longing for you."
"Yōu Líng's descendant, huh?" The elder sneered, her tone filled with disdain.
"Your grandfather the 'brave' Yōu Líng abandoned my father and the rest of his brothers during the great calamity. Look around you. Do you see these countless skeletons? They were his comrades, and he fled while they stayed to fight."
Yu Mo was stunned, his face betraying his disbelief.
Rejecting the Inheritance
Ignoring Yu Mo's shock, the elder turned her attention to Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu.
"If you two have come seeking my father's inheritance, I advise you to abandon such thoughts. The Seven Colored Swallowing Python's legacy isn't something humans can cultivate. And anything else here would hardly be of interest to you."
"So this inheritance is useless for humans," Xiao Wen said with a faint chuckle.
Hearing this, the elder shifted her gaze to Xiao Yan.
Her eyes scanned him carefully, lingering as she took in his young face and astonishing strength.
"To be so young and yet possess such power... Your talent is truly remarkable. Are you the descendant of these two Half Saints?" she asked.
"Senior, please mind your words," Xiao Wen interjected, waving his hands hurriedly. "He is our clan's Imperial Scion!"
"Imperial Scion?" The elder's eyes widened in surprise.
"In this era? Is there anyone in the Dou Qi Continent who still dares use such a title? It's been nearly ten thousand years since the fall of the Dou Di realm. Yet you're telling me this boy has been granted such a title?"
"Indeed, senior," Xiao Yan said with a light smile. "I come from the Xiao Clan."
"The Xiao Clan?"
Recognition flickered across the elder's face.
"So, you're a descendant of the Xiao Clan... My father once had dealings with your clan's strongmen. But even back then, the Xiao Clan was struggling with the decline of their bloodline. After all these years, I would've thought your bloodline had nearly faded entirely."
"To think the Xiao Clan can still produce two Half Saints as protectors," she said, her voice tinged with admiration.
But Xiao Wu couldn't resist adding with a proud smile, "Our Xiao Clan has always been blessed. A millennium ago, we even produced a new Dou Di!"
This casual remark struck the elder like a thunderclap.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! A Dou Di appearing in this era?!"
(Chapter End)
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