Xiang Shaoyun told Xiang Feidong's deeds to Xiang Youjing, which made Xiang Youjing burst into tears.
Although he didn't quite believe what Xiang Shaoyun said, he had already accepted it in his heart.
"Xiang Feidong is the pride of our Xiang family. It is precisely because of him that the Xiang family is dying today. Of course, this is also my fault. If it weren't for my willful actions, the Xiang family would not be where it is now. "The situation" Xiang Shaoyun said with great emotion and self-blame.
His eyes were filled with deep nostalgia. He thought of the Xiang Jiajun back then and the glory of the Xiang family. The deep self-blame made him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
Today, he finally regrets his original decision. If he could think about his family at that time, maybe so many people would not have died.
"You...are you really the overlord of my Xiang family?" Someone couldn't help but trembled.
This is a saint whose blood is about to wither because of his old age. He is of the same generation as Xiang Youjing, but he also did not participate in the war that year, but he is extremely close and has heard of Xiang Dingtian's deeds.
Xiang Shaoyun looked at the old saint with a sad look and said, "Yes, you can also say no."
After saying that, he ignored the people who came again and walked directly towards the Xiang family's forbidden area.
He was so fast that in the blink of an eye he was no longer where he was and was going deep.
"What are you going to do?" Xiang Youjing exclaimed and followed him from behind.
He was injured by Xiang Shaoyun, but Xiang Shaoyun didn't really kill him or seriously hurt him. He was still able to keep up.
The other saints all chased after him, leaving only a group of Xiang family disciples who had not yet come to their senses.
"What... what's going on? Could it be that he can still transform?" Xiang Lingyu said with a confused look on her face.
Xiang Zixuan also shook his head heavily and said, "I don't know what's going on with them. This world is too chaotic. I'll go back and wake up!"
No matter what, Xiang Zixuan couldn't accept the fact that Xiang Shaoyun was Xiang Dingtian, and his combat power was too terrifying. Even the great elder of his clan was not a general in one, which was a huge blow to his self-confidence.
Ji Honglei said in her heart with a look of admiration, "Is this the most outstanding overlord of the Xiang family? He is indeed very charming and very lovable."
The Xiang family's forbidden area is where the Xiang family's tombs are located. The heroic spirits of the Xiang family are buried and the heroes of the Xiang family are enshrined. No one is allowed to approach it during normal times. Only during family sacrifices will other people be allowed in.
Of course, saints who have reached the realm of war are also qualified to come and go here from time to time.
Xiang Shaoyun came directly to the tomb. Looking at the eight tall and mighty statues, his eyes first fell on the statue of Xiang Dingtian. He had the sun and moon above his head, stars on his feet, and held a hand in his hand. The Zhantian Sword, with its head raised and asking the sky, with a look of disdain on the sky, really makes people worship.
Xiang Shaoyun looked at him as if he had seen himself in his previous life. The two were absolutely the same, and he didn't know who made the statue for him to be so similar.
Then, his eyes fell on the other seven statues, he knelt down heavily on his knees, and then kowtowed heavily to the seven ancestors.
Bang bang!
Xiang Shaoyun fell heavily to the ground every time he knocked, making the ground make dull sounds.
The saints of the Xiang family who were chasing after him looked at this scene, and no one dared to come forward to disturb him. They could feel Xiang Shaoyun's sincere heart of kneeling down, and this was definitely not a fake.
After Xiang Shaoyun kowtowed three times to each statue, he stood up and continued towards the tomb.
Soon, he came to a tomb. His eyes trembled when he looked at the tomb. Then he stretched out his hand and caressed the tombstone, as if caressing the body of a relative. It was so touching. Gentle and so attentive.
Everyone in the Xiang family knew that the tomb was the tomb of Xiang Dingtian's biological parents, and Xiang Shaoyun's actions made them even more thinking that he was Xiang Dingtian.
If Xiang Shaoyun was not Xiang Dingtian, how could he recognize this tomb and behave like this
After a while, Xiang Shaoyun kowtowed seriously to the grave again.
He said nothing because he didn't know what to say.
Then, he stood up and searched among the graves again.
Soon, he came to a grave in a remote corner. Those buried here were not the most important figures of the Xiang family, only those listed in the genealogy.
There are many people buried here, including Xiang Jiajun who died in the battle. They sweated and bled for the Xiang family, but in the end they only ended up with a cup of khaki.
Xiang Shaoyun took out a jar of wine and shouted to these graves, "The Xiang family's army will never be defeated. The sons of the Xiang family are the strongest. Brothers, let's drink this cup together."
After saying that, Xiang Shaoyun looked up to the sky and took a sip of wine. The wine splashed on his clothes and he didn't care anymore.
Then, he poured the wine in the jar onto the ground and sprinkled it on the graves.
The people of the Xiang family looked at Xiang Shaoyun's figure so desolate and lonely, but they had no way to step forward and say something to him.
Xiang Shaoyun stood here for a full hour before turning around and walking out.
In a flash, he arrived in front of the Xiang family hall again. Looking at the familiar scenes here, everything seemed as if it was yesterday, and it seemed that nothing had changed much.
This hall is built like a royal palace and looks extremely luxurious. Twelve dragon pillars stand in the sky, and there are carvings of mythical birds and animals lying on the tile roof. It has a lot of auspiciousness and looks extremely noble. There is also a purple sacred stone. Suspended above the roof, it is always emitting bright light of thunder and lightning.
There were two holy-level thunder beasts guarding in front of the hall. After seeing Xiang Shaoyun, they did not dare to act rashly. They could induce a dangerous aura from it, and at the same time, they smelled of the blood of the Xiang family.
Xiang Shaoyun didn't stay long and stepped directly into the main hall.
The extremely spacious space here makes people feel comfortable as if they are placed in another space.
The palace is decorated with splendor and splendor. Everywhere you look is made of high-grade materials. It looks so noble and extraordinary that ordinary people would feel so inferior when they come here that they dare not move around.
Xiang Shaoyun looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the main seat. The top-notch dragon chair exuded a golden and purple color, which made people fascinated.
"The original dream of becoming an emperor has become a thing of the past, so what are you still doing?" Xiang Shaoyun sighed softly.
He walked towards the dragon chair step by step, but before he could take a few steps, his eyes darkened and he fainted completely.