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The words were filled with disbelief and hysteria. He could not believe the nonsense from Bai Xu; that little brat was truly wicked! If it were true, Bai Xu would not have fallen to such a state!
However, Qian Mo was not concerned about that anymore.
"Mountain Water? Asshole! So it’s you, old man. I was wondering what kind of Specter could be so adept at manipulating formations and the River of Time. If his true form is from the Bai Ze Clan, then everything makes sense. But… why would a top-tier race, an ancient auspicious beast, come to trouble me? Did I steal your rice? That’s hardly auspicious; it’s all nonsense! Could it be that after death, you went insane and your personality changed? Hmm… I might as well… secretly help that Bamon kid out, take advantage of his youth, and… take care of Bai Xu!"
But that was just a thought he entertained in his mind; in reality, he knew that the strength of these two before him was far beyond what his old man could match. Having only awakened for seven years, he still couldn’t summon the Otherworldly Ink Pen or communicate with the Embalming Coffin Realm—what could he do?
Moreover, everything happening now was just an illusion. It seemed like it had been dead for a long time… all orchestrated by Bai Xu as part of a game. Knowing this mischievous fellow, he was probably watching him like a monkey from somewhere. Here, he certainly wouldn’t die… so why risk going out? It was better to quietly enjoy the show as a handsome spectator!
Just as the two great beings were about to clash in this Primordial Illusion, shaking the heavens and earth, in the real world outside…
Qian Xuan observed the scene before him, deep in thought, as if he had come to an understanding.
"Senior, if I’m not mistaken, this Bai Xu is you, right?"
"Haha, you’re quite perceptive. It’s true; after all, this Mountain Water Maze is rather iconic. But so what?"
Hearing the Specter admit it himself made Qian Xuan narrow his eyes slightly. If that were the case, he might finally understand what his unfortunate son was experiencing!
"As far as I know, there once was a prince from the Bai Ze Clan. He was nurtured by the sacred altar of the clan. His mother practiced forbidden techniques and suffered damage to her three souls and seven spirits; her life hung by a thread, and only Soulgrass could save her. To save his mother, the young prince left the East Sea alone, traversing perilous highlands to reach Buzhoushan. He fought against the ancient beast Xiu She that guarded the Soulgrass but was still too young and ultimately fled after sustaining serious injuries. His quest for Soulgrass failed, and his mother passed away… Afterward, his temperament changed drastically; he immersed himself in hard training and even sacrificed his mother’s life to master forbidden techniques without success. At this point, he became invincible within his clan and sought revenge on those who had wronged him and his mother. He eventually defeated his father and ruled with an iron fist to become the leader of the Bai Ze Clan. A thousand years later, during the War of the Ten Thousand Races, when the demon races convened at Kunlun Mountain to vie for supremacy, he dominated with time manipulation techniques and strategic prowess inherent to the Bai Ze Clan. Thus, he was revered as the Demon Emperor by all demons! And this emperor—his name is Bai Xu!"
After saying all this in one breath, Qian Xuan took a slight breath and turned his gaze toward the silent Specter beside him who seemed lost in memories.
"Bai Xu senior, am I correct?"
"Hahahaha! You Embalmers truly have some insight; no wonder you carry on Xuanyuan's legacy! Qian Xuan is it? Tell me more—what else do you know about me?"
Bai Xu suddenly burst into laughter like a madman. His round eyes gleamed with jade-like luster as they fixed on Qian Xuan with a hint of hope.
"Senior jokes! While my Embalmer lineage has some heritage, our records on various clans’ secrets are not very detailed. Especially since your era predates the War of Ten Thousand Races; back then, humanity was too busy struggling for survival under colossal beings to have time to pry into others' affairs… The last record about you states that shortly after succeeding as Demon Emperor, you mysteriously disappeared. Now it seems you must have met with misfortune… As for what happened after your death, I cannot say. The only thing I can tell you is that the Bai Ze Clan is still doing well; even during humanity's dominance over other races' quietude, they managed to retreat successfully without significant casualties."
"Heh heh, how the Bai Ze Clan fares is none of my concern. Since my mother passed away, it has merely been a tool for me. How pitiful that I lived so defiantly without an equal but ended up not even knowing who killed me—just a fool!"
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