Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Inside the solemn Wang Clan hall, an atmosphere heavy with pain and sorrow hung like an oppressive shroud.

Uncertainty and fear gripped the hearts of those who gathered. In the center of it all, the Wang patriarch stood, his face etched with profound grief, his eyes burning with a seething rage that seemed to consume him from within.

"Who dares kill my daughter?" His voice, deep and resonant, cut through the stillness, echoing throughout the hall. Each word was laced with an agony that reverberated in the very bones of those present.

All the Wang elders, their heads bowed, dared not meet the furious gaze of their clan patriarch. They, too, were burdened by a sense of deep loss and frustration.

The disappearance of the wayward young master and now the murder of their eldest daughter were grievous blows that struck at the very core of their clan.

The Wang patriarch's fury raged on, a tempest of emotions threatening to tear him apart, when suddenly, the main doors of the hall burst open.

A middle-aged woman, her eyes swollen with tears and her voice quivering with anguish, rushed inside.

"What happened to my daughter?" she wailed, reaching out to grip the Wang patriarch's hand. "Wang Duyi, give me back my children," Wang Luli cried out, her words heavy with sorrow.

As he looked into the eyes of his heartbroken wife, Wang Duyi's bitterness surged. His soul ached with sorrow, and he longed to offer comfort, but words failed him.

The more he gazed upon his wife's tear-streaked face, the more his hatred and fury burned in his heart.

"If I don't exact vengeance for our children's deaths, I won't be Wang Duyi," he vowed within the depths of his soul.

"Honey, don't worry," he said, his voice heavy with an undercurrent of icy resolve. "I will ensure the ones responsible for our children's deaths pay for their sins."

"No, no. Bring the perpetrator to me," Wang Luli cried out with a chilling intensity. "I will gouge out their eyes, peel off their skin and feed them to the dogs, cut out their tongues, and hang their naked bodies at the city gates."

Her words sent shivers down the spines of all the elders present. They couldn't help but be horrified and terrified by the woman's chilling determination.

The thought of such gruesome retribution painted a macabre picture in their minds.

While they pitied those who had brought about Wang Baozhai's death, deep down, they secretly wished they had been the ones given the opportunity to exact vengeance.

Suddenly, a guard rushed into the main hall, panic etched across his face. "Clan master, we have visitors."

"Get out of here, Wang Duyi," a commanding voice resounded from outside.

Bang!

The guards attempting to bar the entrance were sent flying, crashing into the hall's walls.

Unconscious and bleeding, they lay in a heap, the intruder's arrival like a furious tempest shaking the very foundations of the Wang Clan.

Wang Duyi stepped out of the hall, his anger simmering beneath the surface, a tempest of emotions brewing within him.

His daughter was gone, and his son remained missing, a double blow that threatened to shatter his resolve. As he surveyed the scene outside the hall, he was left speechless.

Before him stood a gathering of tens of clan masters and elders, their collective gaze fixed upon him with unwavering determination. It was a formidable assembly, and they appeared ready for war if he did not provide them with satisfactory answers.

Beside her husband, Wang Luli was equally stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief as she observed the various clans represented.

What struck her even more profoundly was the presence of their long-standing rivals—the Cheng and Liu clan patriarchs.

"What is going on here?" Wang Luli muttered in a hushed voice, her expression clouded with confusion.

The impatient Cheng patriarch could not contain his anger any longer.

He pointed an accusing finger at the Wang patriarch. "If you don't give me back my daughter, I won't hesitate to declare an all-out war against your clan."

"It's not just the Cheng clan you'll be contending with," the Liu clan patriarch added, his gaze sharp and deadly.

Wang Duyi took a deep breath, his patience worn thin by the mounting pressure and the dire circumstances.

He met the furious gazes of the clan leaders and spoke slowly, "Can someone please tell me what is going on? I have just lost my daughter, and my son is missing. I don't have time for this."

"You lost your daughter?" the Cheng patriarch asked, his skepticism evident.

The other clan masters and elders present shared a similar sense of astonishment, their eyes fixed intently on the Wang patriarch.

"Yes, why do you think I'm crying?" Wang Luli retorted with a mixture of anger and grief in her voice.

Wang Luli's tear-streaked face and the genuine sorrow in her voice left the assembled clan leaders with no doubt regarding the authenticity of their grief. Dry tears adorned her cheeks, and her pain was unmistakable.

"You may have lost your daughter, but that has nothing to do with us. Give us back our son and daughter," the Cheng patriarch retorted, his anger evident in his voice.

Wang Duyi, already at the limit of his patience, was growing increasingly irritated. "If you want war, bring it on. Do you think I'm scared of you, hmm?" he shouted, his anger boiling over.

The Cheng patriarch's face flushed with rage as he shouted back, "Right, haha." The loss of his beloved daughter weighed heavily on his heart, and the thought of avenging her consumed him.

With weapons drawn and tempers flaring, the two hot-blooded patriarchs were on the brink of a violent confrontation. However, before blows could be exchanged, the Liu patriarch intervened.

"Can you tell us where you lost your daughter and why?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.

Wang Duyi hesitated for a moment, then began to recount the events as described by his daughter through the communication talisman. The atmosphere within the gathering descended into an abrupt silence as they listened to the disturbing tale. It became clear that they all shared a common enemy.

"Do you believe it?" Liu patriarch asked, his gaze unwavering as he fixed his eyes on Wang Duyi's face.

"At first, I didn't believe it. But when I sent one of my trusted aides, and he failed to return, I realized that the barren land is no longer the desolate place we once knew," Wang Duyi responded, his voice filled with grim determination.

The gathered clan leaders absorbed the gravity of what they had heard and exchanged meaningful glances. They had all lost sons and daughters, and a shared resolve began to take root.

"Why are you all so quiet?" the Cheng patriarch retorted impatiently. "We should gather our forces and launch a full-scale assault on that forsaken barren land."

Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the barren land, a storm was brewing on the horizon.

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This would not be a mere skirmish; it was the harbinger of full-scale war.

The barren land, still unaware of the gathering storm, remained shrouded in its own secrets. If the inhabitants of the barren land were to learn of the impending invasion, who could predict their reaction?

One thing was certain: the barren land would not sit idly by and allow themselves to be wiped out.

The first war between the main land and the barren was on the verge of erupting, and the fate of both sides hung in the balance.