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Chapter 4757: Soul Annihilation
Even with Long Qian's extremely quick reaction, she was utterly helpless to avoid it.
Locked onto and attacked by Long Xuanji's powerful divine soul, Long Qian had nowhere to escape. She could only watch helplessly as the short blade, with its sharp edge, pierced through her soul body.
That bone-chilling sensation filled her with an inexplicable sense of panic and confusion.
No, impossible. She couldn't possibly vanish from the Forgetful River realm.
She was Long Qian, the future and hope of the Forgetful River Long clan, the Clan Leader who could lead the entire Forgetful River Long clan back to its highest pinnacle!
Long Qian's face was blank with shock. She slowly lowered her head in a mechanical fashion, unable to hide the surprise in her eyes, watching herself disintegrate into fragments, fading away with the wind.
She...
She was not reconciled!
Long Xuanji merely gave Long Qian a faint glance in the end, taking in all the unwillingness in her eyes.
Then she shook her head, letting out a soft sigh: Who would have thought the Forgetful River Long clan would produce a Clan Leader so fixated on returning to the Long clan's glorious peak.
But was that even possible?
Time changes all things, and generations vary widely.
It had been a full three or four hundred years since the Long clan's glory.
No clan could boast that it could prosper and flourish forever.
Even the seemingly prosperous Divine State, Nether State, and Azure State now, could they guarantee their descendants would thrive and their reigns would last?
Probably not.
All things must comply with the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Everything must follow historical development, and that is all.
Long Xuanji couldn't help but shake her head, taking one last look as Long Qian's soul fragments dissipated into the sea.
"From today onwards, the remaining members of the Forgetful River Long clan shall all be exiled to the Forgetful River Cold Valley."
Ancestor Long Xuanji's cold words made everyone slightly stunned.
"Long Hui!" When Senior Xuanji coldly uttered Long Hui's name, his body trembled slightly.
He hastily swam out from among the younger Merfolk clan members, bowing respectfully, "Junior Long Hui greets Senior Xuanji."
Ancestor Xuanji nodded faintly. "Your grandmother's mistakes almost destroyed the entire Forgetful River clan territory."
"Now that this Seat punishes her, do you have any grievances?"
Long Hui shook his head blankly.
Young Master Ding, who was standing not far away, watched all this with a detached coldness. Seeing Long Hui's reaction at this moment, a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
He never expected this Young Master Long to have such a day.
Looking at his dazed expression, he was probably stunned by this series of blows.
His sister was possessed by his selfish grandmother.
His grandmother was annihilated by their ancestor.
And all their clan members would have to relocate to a barren land like the Forgetful River Cold Valley, enduring hunger, pain, and poverty year after year.
These clan members of the Forgetful River Long family, though they clung to life and managed to survive.
But what future could they possibly have?
What a huge joke.
Young Master Ding's eyes flickered. A detached, indifferent smile played on his lips as he slightly lowered his head.
If one could see the expression on Long Chuyu's face right now, it would surely be quite spectacular.
What to do? He seems a bit impatient now.
He really wanted to know what that high-and-mighty Madam Long would look like when she learned that she had been utterly screwed over by the old woman, and would henceforth be exiled to the Forgetful River Cold Valley to dig for wild vegetables...
Tsk, tsk, the more he thought about it, the more amusing it seemed.
While Young Master Ding was reveling in schadenfreude, Long Hui and his group's faces were ashen, and they opened their mouths, wanting to plead for themselves.