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On the mountain behind.
A figure like the wind darted through the jungle, often covering ten steps in the blink of an eye, resembling a divine dragon in the sky, giving off an ethereal and elusive feeling.
The figure suddenly came to a halt, revealing a face that, though somewhat youthful, was quite fair and delicate.
This figure was Aotian!
It had been a month since the last Test Match. Because Aotian secured the champion position in the Test Match, the Small Pill and a low-grade superior martial art inevitably fell into Aotian's hands.
During this month, due to taking the Small Pill, Aotian successfully broke through to the Sixth Layer of Postnatal Realm, and his internal alchemical energy had also significantly strengthened.
In addition, that low-grade superior martial art, Dragon's Dance, had been cultivated by him to a remarkable level.
In terms of overall strength, he had undoubtedly made tremendous progress compared to a month ago. He believed that if he faced Aofeng now, he could defeat him in just a few exchanges.
"I don't know why, but this Dragon's Dance feels familiar to me." An illusory middle-aged man appeared before Aotian.
The middle-aged man looked at Aotian with gentle eyes, yet his face bore an air of authority, exuding a presence that seemed to overlook the world.
This man was Aotian's mysterious teacher, who had evidently awakened from slumber during this month.
"I also feel that this Dragon's Dance gives me an incomplete sensation; it seems like a fragment," Aotian said with a frown as he pondered.
"Hehe, indeed. If I am not mistaken, the name of this martial art should be Stunning Dragon Movement Technique. What you are practicing is merely its fragment."
"Stunning Dragon Movement Technique..." Aotian murmured.
"That martial art possesses profound power and is still too distant for you. Let's talk about where we are going next!" The middle-aged man's lips curled into a strange smile.
For some reason, when Aotian saw the curve of the middle-aged man's lips, he couldn't help but shiver, a sense of foreboding spreading through his mind.
However, Aotian still mustered the courage to ask, "Where... where are we going?"
The smile on the middle-aged man's lips grew even more pronounced. "To the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone. Have you heard of it?"
As the words "Eternal Night Forbidden Zone" left the middle-aged man's mouth, there was a noticeable silence in the surroundings. Then, a stuttering voice from a young boy broke the quiet. "Teacher... are you... are you joking?"
"Do I look like I'm joking? Not only do you have to enter the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone, but you also need to go to its core!"
Aotian's expression instantly darkened.
He had seen the name "Eternal Night Forbidden Zone" in an ancient book. It was said to be a death zone in the Dragon God World, where warriors who entered mysteriously vanished. Even those who managed to come out would have all their Mystical Energy drained and would die of blood desiccation within three days—extremely bizarre and terrifying.
But now his teacher was asking him to enter the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone, and even its core. If he didn't know that his teacher would never harm him, he might have already lashed out at him.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" the middle-aged man said with a faint smile, though all softness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by sternness.
Aotian slowly exhaled and replied with a smile, "Although I don't know why you want me to enter the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone, I believe you won't harm me. So, I'll go!"
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, then a gentle expression spread across his face but disappeared almost instantly, leaving only an air of authority and disdain.
"You are cultivating the Dragon God Transformation Technique, and you are aware of your own situation. It is very difficult to break through your cultivation realm with this technique, so you need to rely on external forces, and the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone is a great source of such power!"
Aotian smiled helplessly. His teacher was indeed strict. Rely on external forces? What if they were too overwhelming and crushed him?
"Hey, kid, don't worry. When danger arises, I will step in to help you. But if you don't put in the effort yourself, there's nothing I can do!" The middle-aged man said, patting Aotian on the shoulder.
Upon hearing this, Aotian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with determination.
"Alright, prepare yourself. Tomorrow I will take you away."
"Yes, teacher..."
That night, Aotian did not train as hard as usual; instead, he opened his door and walked towards Tian'er's room.
Inside the room, Tian'er was sitting at the table, engrossed in a book.
Suddenly, Aotian's ears perked up as he seemed to hear something and smiled, "It's Tian'er, right? Why are you still awake at this hour? What brings you here?"
Aotian opened the door and immediately saw Tian'er at the table. He closed the door behind him without wasting any words and said directly, "Father, I want to go outside tomorrow for some training, so I came to inform you."
Tian'er was slightly taken aback, putting down his book and replying, "Aotian, what made you suddenly want to go out for training?"
"With your protection at home, I cannot truly grow stronger. That's why I want to go out and experience the world."
Aotian smiled and nodded, saying:
"Tian'er has grown up. Now tell me where you want to go for your training, and I will see if it's reasonable."
Aotian hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided not to tell his father the truth. Given his father's personality, he would never allow him to go to the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone, such a strange and dangerous place.
"I’m not going far, just training near Ning City and then coming back."
Perhaps because Aotian had always been very honest in the past, Aotian did not suspect anything. After a brief contemplation, he agreed.
Seeing his father agree to his request, Aotian couldn't help but feel a slight sense of relief.
Just as Aotian was about to leave, Aotian suddenly called out:
"Wait a moment!"
Aotian thought that he had said something that Aotian had noticed was off, and his heart skipped a beat. However, he tried to calm himself down and asked in confusion:
"What is it, Father?"
Aotian pulled out a ring from somewhere and handed it to Aotian, saying:
"This is a Storage Ring. You can put the things you need inside it. It's an essential item for warriors going out for training."
Aotian felt a slight joy and then took the Storage Ring, quickly leaving Aotian's room.
"So this is the Storage Ring?" Aotian muttered to himself while swinging the black ring in his hand.
"With this Storage Ring, it will be more convenient for you when you go out. Now hurry up and condense your Blood Mark," the middle-aged man said calmly.
Aotian nodded, biting his middle finger. A drop of blood immediately slid down his finger and dripped onto the ring. Subsequently, Aotian's handprint continuously changed, and a blood-red mark suddenly appeared on the black ring.
"What a pity it's not a Soul Practitioner..." The middle-aged man beside him shook his head with some regret.
"What is a Soul Practitioner?" Aotian asked, putting on the ring with confusion.
"Like martial artists, it's also a form of cultivation. Martial artists cultivate Mystical Energy, while Soul Practitioners cultivate the soul."
"Then why do you say it's a pity I'm not a Soul Practitioner?"
"If you were a Soul Practitioner, you could plant a Soul Mark. In that case, unless you die, no one could take your Storage Ring from you. However, with a Blood Mark, anyone whose strength is not weaker than yours can erase your Blood Mark, allowing them to take ownership of your Storage Ring."
"How can one become a Soul Practitioner?"
"Hehe, you'll know how to become a Soul Practitioner once you go to the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone..."
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