I Am Overlord

>He knocked his head heavily onto the ground, creating numerous muffled sounds.
Not one of the Xiang Clan Saints dared to stop what he was doing.
They could sense his sincerity in paying his respects to the ancestors.
After kowtowing three times to each statue, Xiang Shaoyun stood up and continued deeper into the graveyard.

Soon, he arrived before a certain tomb.
He trembled as he lightly stroked the tombstone with the gentleness one would only show the person one loved most.
Everyone present knew that this particular tomb belonged to Xiang Dingtian's parents.
When they saw what he did, their belief that he was really Xiang Dingtian deepened.
If he wasn't Xiang Dingtian, how would he recognize this tomb, and why would he stroke it?

After a while, he once again dropped on his knees and kowtowed to the tomb.
He remained completely silent as he had no words to say.
He then stood back up and started walking among the graveyard again.
Soon, he came to a remote corner with some burial mounds.
Those buried here weren't any important individuals of the clan.
Rather, they were those only qualified to have their names included in the clan records.

A lot of people were buried here.
This spot, in particular, was where the dead Xiang Army members were buried.
These were those who had sweated blood for the clan.
Alas, they had all ended up six feet under the ground.

Xiang Shaoyun took out a jar of liquor and shouted at the mounds, ”The Xiang Army will never be defeated.
The children of Xiang are the strongest.
Brothers, let's finish this glass of wine. ”

He then threw his head back and took a swig of liquor.
The liquor splashed onto his clothes, drenching them wet, yet he didn't care.
He then poured the liquor before the burial mounds.
The Xiang Clan people looked at Xiang Shaoyun's bleak figure.
He looked so very lonesome, yet they had no idea what they should say to him.

Only after standing there for two hours did Xiang Shaoyun turn around to leave.
His body flickered, and he arrived before the Xiang Clan's grand hall.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, he felt like it was only yesterday when he had left.
Nothing seemed to have changed.

The grand hall was built like a palace, looking incredibly luxurious and imposing.
Held by the 12 towering dragon pillars was a roof with carvings of divine beasts.
A thick fortuitous aura gathered around the hall, making the hall look incredibly majestic.
A purple divine stone hovered atop the roof, constantly radiating a glorious radiance.

Two Saint Realm lightning beasts were standing guard before the hall.
When they saw Xiang Shaoyun, they did not dare to act rashly.
They could feel a dangerous sensation from Xiang Shaoyun and sense the Xiang Clan bloodline flowing within him.

Xiang Shaoyun did not remain outside for long.
He directly stepped into the hall.
The hall was incomparably expansive, as though it was an entirely different space that one would feel good just being there.

The hall was decorated gorgeously.
Everywhere one looked were high-tier materials, which made the place look incredibly noble.
A regular person would instantly be assaulted by a sense of inferiority the moment they stepped inside.

Xiang Shaoyun scanned the room, his gaze ultimately landing on the main seat.
It was a dragon throne shining with a gold and purple radiance that seemed capable of pulling one's soul in.

”Our dream of becoming the ruler of the world has remained a dream.
What's the point of keeping this throne? ” said Xiang Shaoyun with a sigh.

He started approaching the throne, but after taking several steps, he fainted.