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The sun shone brightly, casting a lazy warmth over the classroom. Everyone was actively participating in discussions, except for a boy who lay asleep at his desk. His books were piled around him like a fortress, creating a barrier that kept everyone at a distance of three feet. He sat quietly in the last seat of the last row.
Suddenly, the boy jolted awake, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He saw the teacher still lecturing on topics that held no interest for him. Glancing to his right, he felt a jolt of surprise, and his expression returned to a dull gray.
"Who are you?" the boy asked.
Zhao Yang was taken aback but managed to mask his surprise. "I am you," he replied.
The boy let out a bitter laugh. "Look at you, so radiant—how could you possibly be me?" He gestured to his own wrinkled skin, disheveled hair, and dirty clothes.
"Hey, everyone look! Zhao Yang has lost it again; he's talking to himself!" students sitting behind him called out, drawing attention to the boy.
Feeling self-conscious, he lowered his head and buried his face in his books. Tears streamed down as he looked at the vibrant Zhao Yang beside him. Choking back sobs, he asked, "Can you take me away?"
Zhao Yang's eyes misted over; he understood that everything was unchangeable. He had chosen to forget this past, yet who would have thought that the High Sorcerer's tortoise shell would reveal his inner demons? He reached out and gently stroked the boy's cheek, whispering, "It will pass; trust me."
"In the future, you will become the most powerful person in this world."
Zhao Yang's hand passed through the boy's face, revealing his own gradually maturing visage. He felt increasingly insecure and accustomed to helplessness and despair. He even saw himself standing repeatedly on high buildings and balconies, closing his eyes as if preparing to take flight.
Finally, he found himself at the scene where he had been forced to jump off a bridge to end his life. Amidst the chaos of the crowd, he spotted a thin figure in white who resolutely leaped into the rushing river below.
Then Zhao Yang gasped for breath as if awakening from a nightmare.
The Demon Empress and Demon Queen looked at him with concern while the High Sorcerer smiled knowingly.
"This is your past; many things you see are subtly influencing you," echoed the Aging Voice of the High Sorcerer.
"I want to change the past," Zhao Yang said, a twinge of pain in his heart.
The High Sorcerer chuckled and replied, "I know you possess the power of time, but you cannot change it because you are still too weak. You are so weak that you cannot escape from anyone who wishes to kill you. Today, I will show you your past through the Xuan Gui Treasure Mirror, to help you see yourself clearly. Do not lose yourself; do not attempt to alter time. Your power is too feeble. Time is like a thread; you can stretch it or compress it, but you cannot rewind it."
The Demon Empress and the Demon Queen were puzzled and could not understand what the High Sorcerer was saying. However, the High Sorcerer looked at Zhao Yang and smiled, "I know you understand. The reason I tell you this is that soon, you will face an unprecedented disaster. Whether you can evade it will depend on your fate."
"High Sorcerer, what exactly is going to happen?" Even the Demon Empress felt a sense of unease. She knew that the old man's words were never wrong. She did not know how many years he had lived or his origins; she only knew that this High Sorcerer had served generation after generation of Demon Empresses and was frighteningly old. She guessed that this elder must be an Ancient Ancestor of the Black Tortoise clan.
The High Sorcerer waved his hand dismissively, "It's not that it cannot be said; it's just that it cannot be explained clearly."
Zhao Yang then spoke up, "Senior, I want to see my future as well." He seemed to recall something and added, "Once, two people said they saw my future; they said my future belongs only to me."
"Only to you..." the High Sorcerer murmured as he extended his hand and quickly drew several totems on the Xuan Gui Treasure Mirror. The totems glowed brilliantly and appeared lifelike.
Zhao Yang took a deep breath and dripped a drop of blood onto the Xuan Gui Treasure Mirror once more.
A tremendous divine sound echoed, and before Zhao Yang could react, he was sucked into the Xuan Gui Treasure Mirror.
Seeing the confusion on the faces of the Demon Empress and the Demon Queen, the High Sorcerer explained, "It's nothing to worry about; it's just a disturbance in time and space. His Divine Sense is powerful; he won't get lost and will return soon."
"Brother Zhao Yang!" Not far away, Liu Rou rushed over, accompanied by Long Xiao Wu and others.
"Liu Rou said she sensed that Zhao Yang suddenly disappeared," Long Xiao Wu remarked. Although he was not familiar with the Demon Empress and her companions, he felt a sense of caution. Despite the fact that the Demon Empress was the ruler of the Southern Region of the Five Elements Continent and also a leader in the demon realm, if anything happened to Zhao Yang, they would fight desperately.
The Demon Empress couldn't help but glance at these reckless young people again. Especially when she saw Long Xiao Wu, she couldn't help but praise him: "The Imperial Way dragon energy within you has begun to take shape. At this stage, instead of cultivating with your dragon kin, you're out here adventuring with this level of cultivation? Aren't you afraid those old fellows will skin you alive?"
Long Xiao Wu was astonished that the Demon Empress could see through her true form at a glance, but she forced herself to say, "I'm tough; you can't peel me away. I'm quite curious about what the true form of the Demon Empress is."
"Bold!" A Demon General roared from a distance.
"It’s fine," the Demon Empress waved her hand and said, "You all can leave; these are valued guests."
Her words brooked no argument, and the few hidden Demon Generals immediately retreated. They understood well the power of the Demon Empress; in reality, their presence or absence made little difference.
The Demon Empress continued, "I have now cultivated into a complete human form. Humans are the pinnacle of all beings. My true form has faded; there's no need to mention it anymore."
At that moment, the High Sorcerer suddenly exclaimed, "It's coming out!"
In a burst of light and white mist, Zhao Yang slowly emerged, his complexion somewhat pale.
Liu Rou rushed over and cried in Zhao Yang's arms, "Brother Zhao Yang, I suddenly sensed that you were gone. I was so scared!"
Zhao Yang's eyes turned red as he stroked Liu Rou's long hair and said, "Silly girl, how could Brother Zhao Yang not be here?"
"Junior brother," Song Baliang said with great interest, "the High Sorcerer said you went to the future. How is it? Did I become a Buddha in the future?"
"And me! And me!" Long Xiao Wu chimed in eagerly.
Zhao Yang glanced at Long Xiao Wu and patted her shoulder, hesitating to speak.
The High Sorcerer smiled meaningfully and said, "The future can be changed. What you saw is destiny. However, the reason why Rebel Son is called Rebel Son is that it grants you the mission to change the future. Your future holds many variables; one wrong step could lead to unimaginable consequences. Remember this well."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Zhao Yang respectfully bowed.
Zhao Yang and his group of over ten people bid farewell to the Demon Empress and set off towards the Dragon Clan alongside Long Xiao Wu. Along the way, everyone sensed Zhao Yang's heavy mood. The usually reticent Yu Qingsnow finally spoke up, asking, "What did you see in the future?"
Zhao Yang stopped, landing on a mountain peak, and the others followed suit, unsure of what was happening.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang embraced Yu Qingsnow and cried out, "Why can't I see you in the future?"
"Then where do I go?" Yu Qingsnow was taken aback by this sudden scene.
"What exactly did you see, Zhao Yang?" Nangong Wuxin inquired.
Zhao Yang replied, "I'm not sure what the situation is. I only saw two broken images: one was Qingxue leaving me, and the other was me traversing through a dark universe for a long time, as if I were chasing something, but no matter what, I couldn't catch up."
"Don't worry, Junior Brother. The High Sorcerer said you are the Rebel Son; you can defy fate and change your destiny. From now on, Qingxue will be protected by me!" Song Baliang assured while patting his chest.
At that moment, Liu Rou hesitated for a moment before taking off the Heavenly Harmony Bell from her ear and handing it to Yu Qingsnow. "Sister, this is the Heavenly Harmony Bell that Brother Zhao Yang gave me. It is the strongest defensive Dao Artifact in the cultivation world; please accept it."
Yu Qingsnow smiled and said, "No, how can I take my sister's things? I have King Yu's Zither with me; once we reach the Tribulation Period, no one will be able to harm me."
Nangong Wuxin countered, "But what if you encounter those Old Monsters before the Tribulation Period?"
"Please accept it, Qingxue." Zhao Yang nodded at Qingxue. "I have plenty of Dao Artifacts; I'll find a suitable one for Rouer later."
Zhao Yang had not forgotten the scene he saw in the future—Yu Qingsnow's demise left him heartbroken.
"Then I must thank you, Sister." Yu Qingsnow no longer declined and accepted the Heavenly Harmony Bell. At the same time, she summoned a brilliant lotus flower from the Qi Sea, as dazzling as ice sculpture, and handed it to Liu Rou, saying, "This is my Dao Fruit; please accept it."
"Qingxue, you have produced a Dao Fruit?" The crowd gasped in astonishment. They never expected that Yu Qingsnow could actually bear a Dao Fruit. The Dao Fruit was one of the most extraordinary things in the world; in the current cultivation realm, there might not be one person among a hundred thousand who could produce a Dao Fruit, and yet Yu Qingsnow was giving it away!
"Sister, I can't accept such a precious thing." Liu Rou was equally shocked. The Dao Fruit was unique to human cultivators and could not be cultivated by demon races. The Dao Fruit contained the essence generated during the cultivation process of human practitioners. If sincerely given to another, it could bestow wisdom on the path of the Great Dao and even grant some unique abilities.
"Rouer, just accept it; this is Qingxue's heartfelt intention," Zhao Yang said.
Liu Rou nodded and replied, "Then I must thank you, Sister. I will nurture and protect your Dao Fruit well."
Having settled this matter, Zhao Yang let out a long sigh of relief. The group continued to follow Long Xiao Wu through several royal city Teleportation Arrays until they reached the Wasteland in the northwest of Zhongzhou.
The Wasteland, as its name suggests, was desolate and uninhabited. It served as a hub connecting the extreme northern Glacial Plain with the western deserts of the Zhongzhou Continent. This area experienced no rain year-round and suffered from severe droughts. However, directly in front of the Wasteland lay a pathway leading to a mountain peak that resembled the gaping mouth of a Glutton.
As Long Xiao Wu led everyone across the pathway, halfway through, Zhao Yang's Divine Sense suddenly sensed something flash past behind him.
Zhao Yang turned around but saw nothing behind him. He found it strange but said nothing further.
Long Xiao Wu reached the edge of an abyss and began muttering incantations. After a while, a platform slowly rose from the unfathomable depths of the abyss. On that platform was a peculiar totem that looked dazzlingly bright, wrapped in a layer of golden light that rotated slowly. Long Xiao Wu extended his hand forward, and his hand instantly transformed into a vivid dragon claw with hard scales.
A hint of fervor appeared in Yuan Shu's eyes, akin to a hungry wolf spotting prey. Song Baliang patted Yuan Shu's shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous."
Everyone was excited; they were heading to the legendary Dragon Domain, filled with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and countless Holy Fruits. Everything there was infused with dragon energy due to its divine nature. If they were fortunate enough to consume some Holy Fruits or Holy Medicines, their True Qi would become more refined, making their attacks even more formidable.
Among them, aside from Zhao Yang and three monks from Xuanfo Temple who were still at Nascent Soul Stage, everyone else had at least reached Dao Fruit Stage in cultivation. Song Baliang's cultivation had even reached early Great Ascension Stage; his Combat Power was astonishing, and his physical body had achieved Great Achievement, having cultivated to Indestructible Body—he was truly the best among the new generation disciples back then.
Several individuals stood on the altar, surrounded by totems and runes, slowly activating the formation within the altar. Then, in a flash of brilliant light, they vanished, traversing through the underground abyss.
When they landed, they found themselves in a lush area filled with vegetation, each plant infused with Spirit Energy. Under Long Xiao Wu's guidance, they learned that they were at the junction of the Western Desert and Northern Icefield, in the vast mountains. Not far ahead, a pile of scattered stones loomed like a fallen statue, surrounded by dense forests that obscured their view of the distance.
"There are many Hidden Gates rooted here, but they cannot detect the entrance to the Dragon Domain. Only those of dragon lineage can find it due to the seal left by the Dragon Ancestor," Long Xiao Wu explained to everyone. After navigating through several invisible formations, they arrived at a grand waterfall. Long Xiao Wu reached out and traced several strange symbols in the air. The moment these symbols touched the waterfall, it parted to reveal a swirling entrance, with turbulent waters cascading powerfully—a sight both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
Long Xiao Wu stepped onto the water's surface and turned to signal for everyone to follow him. It had been years since he had left home, and he felt a deep sense of longing.
Excitement flickered across their faces as they followed Long Xiao Wu into the Dragon Domain.
Once everyone had entered, the waterfall closed behind them, crashing against the stone banks and returning to its original form, leaving no trace of what had just occurred.
On the water's surface, a black oval orb slowly began to rotate before rapidly shaking and vanishing from sight, its destination unknown.
A man in a black robe emerged from behind a large tree. His complexion was pale yet strikingly handsome as he murmured to himself, "What are Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu doing here? Is this really the entrance to the Dragon Domain?"
"But just now, what appeared on the water should be the Divine Pearl of the Central Sovereign clan recorded in ancient scrolls. It can traverse voids and transmit messages over great distances. Are they being tracked or is there someone of royal blood among them?" The man furrowed his brow before letting out a sinister chuckle, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
"This will be entertaining; let them fight it out. I Shiyunsheng will wait patiently to reap the benefits. Soon all their Spiritual Roots will belong to me. I will ultimately become the greatest person throughout history," he cackled softly.
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