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Time passed without Wang Yi realizing how long it had been. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a look that was a mix of surprise, confusion, and a hint of enlightenment.
The memories of Demon Xuanluo were vast, and after spending such a long time, Wang Yi had only gleaned a few pieces of useful information.
First, Wang Yi finally learned that Demon Xuanluo had been sealed in the Refining Flame Cave by a Human Race Expert ten thousand years ago. The reason for not killing him was that this demon was one of the Four Great Ancestors of the demon race, possessing a Demon Saint Core and an immortal body. Moreover, the Human Race Expert who sealed him was already severely injured and lacked the strength to slay him, so he had no choice but to seal this demon here with the supreme divine weapon, the Stellar Chain.
Ten thousand years had passed, and people had long forgotten about this demon's existence. However, several hundred years ago, the founder of the Kaiyang Sect, Kaiyang Martial Sovereign, accidentally discovered the Refining Flame Cave. Yet he was powerless to eliminate it and could only leave it be. To prevent its escape, Kaiyang Martial Sovereign used great supernatural powers to seal this demon again, ensuring that it would never have a chance to escape.
However, despite his good intentions, Kaiyang Martial Sovereign lacked the strength to maintain the seal for long. Every three months, the sealing power would dissipate on its own. Thus, from then on, members of the Kaiyang Sect had to enter the Purgatory Cave every three months to reapply the seal. It was only until now that the sealing power had worn off, leading to yesterday's events.
Secondly, Wang Yi also obtained some martial arts techniques exclusive to demons from Demon Xuanluo's memories, such as the Demon Blood Blade and the Body Refinement Technique. However, these were clearly useless to Wang Yi, as it would be difficult for a human body to cultivate such martial arts.
Yet regarding what Wang Yi most wanted to know—the information about the great war between demons and humans during ancient times—he found nothing.
"Perhaps there are still unread memories that can provide information on this matter," Wang Yi thought to himself.
It should be noted that Demon Xuanluo possessed supreme supernatural powers and was renowned as a Holy Ancestor, with unfathomable cultivation and vast abilities. For Wang Yi, who currently lacked sufficient strength, fully extracting all these memories would not be easy. However, he was not in a hurry because these memories had already been devoured by him. He believed that once his strength reached a certain level, he would be able to fully extract these memories and uncover the secrets related to the Ancient War of Humans and Demons and information about the demon race.
Having thought this through, Wang Yi set aside his doubts and walked out of his room.
At this moment, the sky was clear with no clouds in sight; a cool winter breeze brushed against his face like frost!
Feeling a stir in his heart, Wang Yi took down the Qilin Jade Pendant from his chest.
“True Spirit Family! ” Looking at the Qilin Jade Pendant in his hand with a puzzled expression, he wondered aloud: “What exactly is the True Spirit Family!?”
“That Demon Xuanluo once said I am from the True Spirit Family, so why did they abandon me?”
Why? Why? Why?
So many questions left Wang Yi unable to comprehend or make sense of things. After a long while, he put the Qilin Jade Pendant back on and lifted part of his clothing with his right hand. A Qilin Mark appeared before him—a red imprint like fire that seemed to emanate from his own body. In the bright white light, it revealed an otherworldly beauty.
The Qilin Mark only appeared on the chest after the Qilin Jade Pendant underwent a transformation, with no signs to be found.
Previously, Wang Yi had carefully examined his body but found no anomalies; the Qilin Mark seemed almost superfluous.
"Perhaps he knows," Wang Yi said as he pulled his clothing back to cover the Qilin Mark and stepped out of the courtyard.
After a while, Wang Yi arrived at the Foreign Affairs Hall. After greeting the two disciples, Guarding Blade and Sword-Wielding, he entered the hall.
Looking around, he saw Zhou Deyu focused on tidying up some clutter. With his head lowered, there was no sign of expression, and his slightly hunched figure resembled that of an elderly man over seventy.
"The Inner Sect Disciple promotion competition is coming up at the start of the year. Are you prepared?" Zhou Deyu did not look up, but his voice reached Wang Yi clearly despite its low tone.
"Greetings, Elder Zhou. I am fully prepared," Wang Yi replied respectfully, slightly bending his body with confidence.
"Good," Zhou Deyu placed the bottle he was holding on a shelf and slowly turned around. After sizing up Wang Yi, he stroked his White Beard and smiled, "What brings you here?"
"Elder, I have a question that I am unsure whether I should ask," Wang Yi said.
"Oh? Let's hear it," Zhou Deyu replied calmly, showing no sign of disturbance at this statement.
"May I ask, Elder, do you know about the True Spirit Family?" Wang Yi took a deep breath as if he had made a significant decision in his heart.
"True Spirit Family," Zhou Deyu's calm gaze suddenly sparkled like stars in the night sky as he fixed his eyes on Wang Yi. "Where did you hear about this?"
"This... I learned about it from the Demon's Mouth," Wang Yi hesitated. Seeing such a look from Zhou Deyu, he understood that this elder must know something.
"I know very little about it myself. All I know is that during the Ancient War of Humans and Demons, humanity suffered a crushing defeat, and demons rampaged across the continent, causing great suffering and devastation. In this dire situation, six extraordinary beings emerged; these six possessed the bloodlines of the six divine beasts: Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, Xuanwu, Qilin, and Fenghuang." As Zhou Deyu gradually fell into thought, he continued slowly, "Under the leadership of these six individuals, humanity finally defeated the demons and drove them out of this world. I suspect that Demon Xuanluo was sealed here by one of these six." His voice was deep and heavy as a mountain.
Though brief, Wang Yi could still sense the brutality of that battle—rivers of blood and fields strewn with corpses—truly a scene of desolation.
"According to Demon Xuanluo, do I possess the Qilin true spirit Bloodline?" Wang Yi thought to himself, yet he felt no change in his body, leaving him puzzled.
"Kid, do you think Song Kingdom is big?" Zhou Deyu noticed that Wang Yi was lost in thought, believing he was moved by his words, and then spoke leisurely.
"Yes!" Wang Yi replied without hesitation. It is known that Song Kingdom has thirty-six prefectures, and Xiangzhou Prefecture is just one of them, which gives an idea of how vast Song Kingdom really is.
"However, I must tell you that Song Kingdom is merely one country within Eastern Lin. Besides Song Kingdom, there are dozens of countries of similar size in Eastern Lin," Zhou Deyu said with a gentle smile while stroking his White Beard.
"What? Eastern Lin is that large?" Wang Yi gasped. Based on the land area of Song Kingdom, it was hard to imagine how many times larger it could be compared to his original country. If what the old man said was true, then wouldn't Eastern Lin be boundless?
"Is it big?" Zhou Deyu laughed. "But do you know that on the Yuan Continent, there are countless countries as large as Song Kingdom, and beyond Eastern Lin, there is the land known as Zhongzhou, which is revered as a holy place in the Cultivation World. There, countless strong individuals exist, and sects are numerous. Any force there could easily annihilate the Kaiyang Sect with just a finger, and the Six Great True Spirit Families reside there."
Wang Yi exclaimed in surprise; only today did he realize that this world was unimaginably vast, boundless to the point where he couldn't even fathom it!
"Kid, work hard! The path of cultivation has no end. Zhongzhou is an extraordinary world, but right now... you are too weak—so weak that anyone there could easily kill you," said Zhou Deyu, who merely chuckled at Wang Yi's astonishment and continued calmly.
"Understood." Wang Yi tightened his fists, his gaze instantly becoming resolute. A strong person—the path of strength; since he had come to this world, let him become a strong person!
Zhou Deyu nodded and looked at Wang Yi with appreciation, thinking to himself: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a strong will. I hope this kid can go further on the path of martial arts."
Afterward, Wang Yi and Zhou Deyu chatted for a while before returning indoors.
"Zhongzhou," Wang Yi murmured...
Time flew by quickly, and before long, winter had passed.
In the season of Early Spring, everything began to revive. The ice and snow on the treetops, grasslands, and forests started to melt under the dazzling sunlight, creating a sound like dripping water as the Water Droplets fell to the ground—a sound as beautiful as pearls on a jade plate.
In the Deep Forest, the grass weighed down by frost began to sprout tender branches and leaves, appearing particularly lush. Under the reflection of the morning light and the glistening Water Droplets, it looked crystal clear and vibrant green.
Wang Yi walked through the forest and on the grassland. Looking up, he saw the bare treetops sprouting green shoots; life was blossoming.
The consciousness of an Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist was no match for that of a Transcendence Realm Martial Artist. With the identity of a reborn individual, Wang Yi's consciousness was nearly twice as strong as that of an ordinary Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist. Within a radius of one hundred feet, any movement in the grass or wind was crystal clear, unable to escape Wang Yi's grasp.
Swish, swish, swish!
At that moment, the Deep Forest suddenly echoed with the sound of swordplay—rapid and clear. Wang Yi gazed into the distance, took a step forward, and his figure vanished from the spot.
In the next instant, Wang Yi appeared beneath an Azure Pine tree, his gaze fixed thirty meters away. There, a white figure danced, holding a gleaming white sword. The sword light flickered like a long snake in chaotic motion. As the figure's garments billowed, the sword light shot forth like a bolt of white lightning, striking down an Azure Pine not far away. The tree, as thick as a water barrel, immediately crashed to the ground with a loud crash.
Wang Yi looked at the half-cut Azure Pine; its severed surface was smooth as a mirror, without a trace of fiber. Clearly, the speed of the sword had reached an incredible level.
"I have met Jin Shixiong," Wang Yi stepped forward and cupped his fists in greeting.
The person before him was Bai Mei Jin Qinghan, dressed in snow-white robes that fit him perfectly. He resembled a cold plum blossom on the edge of a cliff. The white sword in his hand was the divine weapon Remaining Cloud Sword.
"Ah, it is Wang Shidi," Jin Qinghan nodded slightly. His voice remained unchanged—still icy.
The cold tone revealed no emotion, yet it brought joy to Wang Yi's heart because Jin Qinghan had acknowledged him with a nod. For others, this might seem trivial, but for Jin Qinghan, it held significant meaning—it indicated that he was beginning to accept Wang Yi. It was worth noting that had it been anyone else, Jin Qinghan would likely have turned and walked away long ago.
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