But except for seven of the eight ancient clans, all of them had lost the power of the Doudi bloodline. What's worse, the Xiao clan, which was manipulated by Xiao Xuan, had fallen to the point where the family couldn't even produce a local-level technique.
The process of losing bloodline power is slow, with each generation being weaker than the previous one. When the bloodline power is exhausted, the clan's heritage is also running low. At this time, the ancient races withdraw from the prosperous stage and shrink themselves, otherwise the last bit of dregs will be eaten away.
"It seems that the ancient races that migrated to the northwestern continent have formed an alliance. What is this? The future version of the eight ancient tribes?" Ye Yu muttered to himself.
The east and southeast of the continent are the territories of the seven ancient tribes today, and the south is the territory of the Warcraft family. These ancient races can only flee to relatively desolate places in the west and north.
As for why they have to use the Soul Palace's skin as an excuse, it is simply because among so many major forces, only the Soul Palace appears everywhere, and only a force like the Soul Palace can have a deterrent effect. Even if they don't believe it, they will not act rashly.
Although the Soul Palace was mysterious to outsiders, he was familiar with its ways of doing things. And he was not just making it up. He had the Soul Devouring Sutra, so even if he hadn't practiced it, it wasn't difficult for him to imitate the Soul Devouring's abilities. After all, the Soul Nourishing Sutra he practiced was derived from the Soul Devouring Sutra.
This was a spur-of-the-moment idea on his part. After all, regardless of the exact situation of these forces hidden in the northwest continent, the high tower right here was related to the inheritance of a suspected Douluo. Finding a tenable identity for himself in advance would also facilitate his subsequent actions. When he went out, he gave himself an identity.
"Soul Palace? Soul Palace... How could someone from the Soul Palace come here?" Yue Qinghe kept repeating the word Soul Palace. His clan was always paying attention to the situation in Zhongzhou, so he was naturally aware of the existence of the Soul Palace, the dominant force in Zhongzhou. But how could he be convinced if someone just popped out and said he was from the Soul Palace?
"What evidence do you have to prove that you are from the Soul Palace? Do I have to listen to anything anyone says?" Yue Qinghe looked at the "allies" around him who were waiting to watch the show. His face was a little gloomy, and he was not willing to lose to Ye Yu in momentum.
"You'd better look at your feet!" Ye Yu estimated the time. Master Lu, who was injured by the soul skill, woke up.
"Hmm...hiss, ah! My head!"
As if cooperating with Ye Yu, a shrill scream came from the private room. Fortunately, there was a partition between the VIP room and the seats below, otherwise it would have attracted a lot of attention.
"It's a soul skill, such an evil soul skill, my soul power!" Master Lu climbed up and covered his head in pain, his expression ferocious and tears streaming down his face.
"Master Lu! Master Lu, how are you? Soul skills? What soul skills?" Yue Qinghe felt distressed when he saw the family's precious gold nugget squatting on the ground as if he had been raped.
"You are just a sixth-rank alchemist. I will consider the little bit of your soul power I harvested as interest. If there is a next time... I believe the soul of a sixth-rank alchemist is still very valuable!" Ye Yu lowered his voice, and the hoarse and low warning floated among the VIP seats.
Ye Yu had anticipated this situation. The Soul Nourishing Sutra was used on one's own body to nourish the soul. But the second half of the Sutra was used on others to treat their souls as livestock and harvest their souls.
As a sixth-grade alchemist, Master Lu's soul had "naturally matured", and Ye Yu used his soul skills to ruthlessly harvest a piece of his soul power. This method was derived from the Soul Devouring Sutra, but it would not harm people's lives, and the harvested soul power would not be accommodated in his body, so he did not give up directly like the Soul Devouring Sutra.
Ye Yu's performance severely shocked the Dou Huangs who were still talking big not long ago. In their eyes, how could someone who could solve a sixth-grade alchemist and Dou Huang without bloodshed be just an ordinary Dou Master?
In fact, it is not their fault to think so. Ye Yu has the upper hand by being able to borrow the power of the auction space, and he also possesses a little-known soul skill, and is the best among all soul skills. With multiple factors superimposed, any Dou Huang would have the same fate.
"Soul Palace... Soul Palace..."
A dark cloud lingered in everyone's mind. Was this mysterious force going to extend its claws to their families? These Dou Huangs were the elders of several families and knew a lot. They knew that the Soul Palace was related to an ancient race.
"The Sect Breaking Pill was successfully exchanged for a scroll of low-level Earth-rank fighting skills!" The auctioneer's voice barely broke the almost frozen atmosphere among the VIP seats.
After a long pause, Master Lu finally sat up straight, but the paleness on his face never faded. There were two intersecting cracks on his invisible soul, which were the wounds left by Ye Yu's forceful plundering of his soul power.
"Soul skills! What a powerful soul! He is only a great fighting master, but his soul power is not inferior to mine. Master Qinghe, who is this person?" Master Lu's eyes were dull, and he leaned against the back of the chair to support himself from falling down. Although he was asking, it sounded more like mumbling to himself.
This wound touched the origin. If it cannot be repaired, it basically means that there will be no possibility of impacting the seventh level in this lifetime, and even the sixth level may not be maintained.
"I wonder if Mr. Ye can give me some face? If this goes on, I won't be able to continue this auction."
Mr. Bai's voice came from behind, and Ye Yu realized that this person was the person in charge of this auction.
"I invite you to chat with me later, Mr. Ye, but for now, please wait for the auction to end. Otherwise, if other distinguished guests don't bid, my grand auction will become anticlimactic."
Mr. Bai reluctantly asked Ye Yu to take a look at the guests who were now cautious in the other VIP seats because of him.
"The guests in these private rooms are distributed across the northwest. Some are independent cultivators, some are affiliated families under the five major families, and there are also sects from the northwest continent. Except for a few forces that are banned from participating, almost all the prominent forces have representatives here." Mr. Bai explained, and deliberately walked to the balcony to show his figure.
The various forces below could also hear the conversation of the Douhuangs. They knew the transcendent status of the five major families in the northwest, but they did not expect that someone would dare to challenge them. When they saw Master Bai come forward, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The second item for auction appeared below, which was a low-level earth-level technique. But no beam of light lit up in the VIP seats. They were all waiting for Ye Yu to bid, fearing that participating in the auction would make Ye Yu unhappy and their heads would be attacked by the sudden force of space.
Ye Yu nodded. It was not his intention to disrupt the order of the auction. It was enough to teach that foul-mouthed alchemist a lesson.