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C19

Night. Night and sleep shrouded the land. Everything was silent.

The sparse forest was verdant and gloomy, as if it was hiding an endless darkness.

The moon was a pale blue against the dark sky, and there was no breath of wind, but the treetops swayed slightly, and the trees along the avenue and the ghostly statues cast long, uncertain shadows.

In the room where Qingyang resided in the Eastern Residence, Qingyang lay on the bed, unable to sleep soundly. At this moment, his mind was filled with all the events of the past few days.

Meeting Yan Zhou by chance, saving Yan Ran by chance, the trip to Yangzhou, the recruitment of Dong Long, and the two in the afternoon ?

Every night, Qingyang would talk to the golden hoop bell and share his thoughts, and this little bell that accompanied him, as well as his best friend, would always be a quiet listener.

Xiao Chen took out the gold bell from his waist and shook it gently, saying, "The gold bell, if this world and Yanran can be together for a lifetime, filial piety, it would be very good indeed."

"But even if Uncle Dongfang agrees, how could the Eastern Dragon Sect allow the young miss of the Dongfang family to marry a Houtian realm foreign delegate ? "Hai."

After talking to himself for a while, Qingyang finally fell into a deep sleep while holding the golden hoop bell in his hand.

The golden hoop bell in Qingyang's hand suddenly burst forth with a golden light, instantly sucking Qingyang into it.

The golden light disappeared in a flash, but other than the solitary gold bell, there was nothing else on the bed.

"..."

It was a desolate world, with occasional protruding brown rocks in the surroundings. The cracked earth spread out into the distance like a spider web. Even the sky seemed to turn brown under the reflection of the earth.

"My child, I've finally met you." A familiar, yet desolate, voice rang in Yang ZiShang's ears.

Feeling drowsy, Qingyang rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "Who?"

"Who am I? "How many years has it been ?" The voice sounded again, mixed with an indescribable emotion. There was gratification, excitement, and guilt. "I, Taiyi, am your uncle."

He was shocked by the voice and came to his senses. He looked around and found that he was no longer in his room. He was now in a world he was familiar with.

There was no vegetation, no signs of humans, not even a hint of life. Desolation, desolation, mixed with a hint of decay, a trace of helplessness.

"What is this place?" Why am I here? " Sensing that the owner of the voice had no ill intentions, Qingyang slowly relaxed and asked in a doubtful tone.

"Right now, the person you're talking to is a remnant soul that has been left behind in the chaos clock. This place is the space that I opened up within the chaos clock." The voice replied with a faint smile.

He scratched his head as he calculated in his heart. It was likely that this Eastern Emperor who claimed to be his uncle was indeed an extraordinary person. He had never heard of anyone creating a space in the Nine Prefectures.

As if he still did not understand, Qingyang asked, "Then... "Uncle Tai Yi, why did you bring me into your space?"

"Hur hur, what a problematic child." As he spoke, a handsome youth slowly walked out from the void in front of Qingyang.

He had bronze skin, and his facial features were exceptionally handsome, as if carved from a knife or an axe. His long white hair was lazily draped over his back, and his evil and handsome face had a cynical smile, but his entire person seemed to exude a king's aura that no one dared to look directly at.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Qingyang said in astonishment: "You, you are Uncle Tai Yi?"

"What is it? Doesn't it look like it? " The handsome youth said with a faint smile.

After tidying up his shock, Qingyang replied, "You're too young, it's hard to believe."

And then he added: "It can't be that I'm in a dream, right?"

"Oh? If you think this is a dream, then it's a dream. " The handsome young man sat on the ground with his legs crossed and waved at Qingyang, "If you reach my level, changing your appearance is but a small trick. Little Azure Sun, sit down first. "

"You know my name?" Qingyang exclaimed as he sat down in a cross-legged position.

After Qingyang sat down, the young man Di Jiang opened his mouth and said, "I've searched for your reincarnation for tens of thousands of years, and finally found you when you were born as Hua Tuo. Accompanying you in this Primal Chaos Bell, I've spent a lot of effort every time you failed to enter the cycle of reincarnation, how could I not know your name?"

He had been searching for him for tens of thousands of years? Chaos clock? Is that the real name of the golden hoop bell?

His heart was filled with shock. It seemed like this youth had indeed stayed within the chaos clock for countless years, accompanying him for three lifetimes. When he was reincarnated, he had to protect himself. So it was just this one.

"I know you must be very surprised. You must want to know the whole story. I want to know why I have been searching for you for tens of millions of years and why I have left another remnant soul in this chaos bell. And why are you not allowed to enter the cycle of reincarnation as a human being for three lifetimes? " Taiyi knew what Qingyang was thinking.

Seeing that Qingyang was nodding non-stop, he paused for a moment. His eyes became misty, as if he was recalling something.

"You are the person that the remnant souls of my nine nephews merged into one after tens of millions of years. That is why you are lacking a single soul and only have two souls." Grand Yi said indifferently.

Qingyang was stunned for a moment before asking, "Uncle, you said I'm a person formed from the soul fragments of nine people?"

"That's right, after my nine nephews were killed by Houyi, they each left behind a remnant soul. After tens of millions of years of being fused together, they finally formed the two souls and seven souls of Hua Tuo, that is, you in your first life. As for why you couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation, that is, one soul was missing." Taiyi said slowly.

"Two souls, seven souls ?" Qingyang muttered softly. He immediately raised his head and asked, "Uncle, then why are you still in the chaos clock?"

"I fell in the Lich War. A strand of remnant spirit is just living within this Primal Chaos Bell. " Taiyi lightly said, as if he was not referring to the fallen cultivator.

Qingyang was shocked and asked, "Uncle, who did this?"

Tai Yi sighed with emotion and said, "The second level of tribulation."

"The second tribulation?" What was that? Then, what method do you have to revive it? " After a moment of silence, Azure Sun asked.

"The second level tribulation is the will of the heavens. Looks like there isn't anyone who is wrong in the Lich War back then. There's no need to talk about this." Di Jiang smiled and said, "The limit has been reached. Now that the seal on the Chaos Bell has been broken, my magic power is not enough to keep my soul from dissipating."

Qingyang heard this and was stunned for a moment before speaking up anxiously, "Uncle, you ?"

In fact, the primordial spirit that was left with only a sliver of his primordial spirit had been depleted of its primordial spirit mana to protect him several times during Qingyang's reincarnation. Back then, during the Lich War, the Primal Chaos Bell was sealed and the primordial spirit was able to survive within it.

If he wanted to maintain his soul without dissipating, he would need to consume a large amount of mana. Even if he could hold on until the death of the Azure Sun in this life, the Azure Sun, who lacked a soul would definitely not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. At that time, he would no longer be able to protect the Azure Sun even if he expended too much mana.

After many days of careful calculations, the Eastern Emperor was now thinking of fusing his remnant soul into Qingyang's soul, to make up for his lack of a single soul. He naturally couldn't let Qingyang know, so he said that his time was up.

"Let's not talk about these old matters. It's been more than ten million years. I'm afraid there aren't many people from my Monster race on this continent." Turning to Qingyang, Taiyi didn't answer Qingyang's question. Instead, he smiled and said, "Qingyang, are you willing to learn my clan's cultivation technique?"

As he faced Taiyi in front of him, Qingyang felt a sense of warmth from the depths of his heart when he first heard his voice. It was the resonance of a bloodline, the call of a loved one!

Without any hesitation, Qingyang nodded and said, "I am willing!"

"In that case, I'll let you experience the power of the Eastern Emperor's bloodline!" The three thousand black threads moved without wind, swallowing the rainbow.

Suddenly, a tyrannical aura soared up from Tai Yi's body. The heaven and earth were moved. Huge rocks were shattered, the earth was cracked open, and roiling red clouds began to revolve around and move around Di Jiang.

Tai Yi's entire body was ignited in golden flames. The flames flicked their tongues, as if the surrounding space had been melted as well.

Although Qingyang couldn't move, he felt a sense of familiarity from within the golden fire dragon. He looked at his uncle and felt a deep sense of pride and an urge to bow down and worship him.

In the span of a breath, that shocking aura vanished, and the golden flames returned to the primal chaos within his body, as if they had never existed.

The huge ravine beneath Qingyang's feet, the distant rubble and the dark clouds in the sky that had gradually calmed down, told him that the terrifying aura just now had been unleashed by this evil-looking young man who called himself too prideful. Moreover, this was only a remnant of his soul.

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