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After carefully recalling the information left behind by the Supreme Court, the Azure Sun Clan did not discover any members of the Cyan Race, nor did they discover any members of the "Green Ape" race. They were probably not people from the prehistoric era.

A person who can leave behind a remnant soul is definitely not a person to be trifled with. They are likely to be born after the Ancient Desolation. After all, any Lich in the Ancient Desolation Era can sweep across the land of the Nine Prefectures.

"Please forgive me for being inexperienced. Currently, there is no clan named Qing in the Nine Provinces." Qingyang opened his mouth and spoke without any hesitation.

"The Qing Clan has been annihilated. The only remaining 384 clansmen have not been spared. Since then, the Qing Clan has been removed from the Nine Prefectures." It was as if he wasn't talking about his own people.

"Three hundred and eighty-four people?" Qingyang cried out in surprise when he heard this. Wasn't this the number of people killed in Qingyang Village?!

"That's right, it's that village called Qingyang Village. Didn't you release your spiritual will from there to find this place?" The voice did not seem to care about the lives of the three hundred and eighty-four clansmen.

"The Azure Sun Clan is the Qing Clan?" Qing Yang was confused by what the voice had said. He shook his head and thought for a moment before furiously saying, "Since senior is a senior of the Qing Clan, then why did you watch as the Qing Clan was destroyed?"

Evidently, the incomparably intelligent Qingyang understood after some thought. This remnant spirit had most likely lured him here. Naturally, he had clearly seen the situation back then. Since that was the case, why could he not help his clansmen?

"That's right. Back then, it was me who helplessly watched as Qing Clan was destroyed." After pausing for a moment, the voice became excited: "But I'm just a remnant soul! Now, all he had to do was rely on the Greenwood Tree! What can we do! "

With a self-deprecating smile, the voice gradually calmed down. There was a trace of sadness in its tone as it said, "The current me is only a green tree with a soul. How can I help the people in my clan escape this disaster?"

As the telepathic thoughts conversed, Qingyang could clearly feel the sorrow and remorse in the old voice.

"Your tone just now was as if you weren't talking about your family being exterminated, do you know these three hundred and eighty-four people!?" And that includes my parents! " Qingyang tried his best to control his emotions, but his voice was still shaky as he shouted out.

"Your parents are from the Qing Clan? But you do not have the blood of the Qing. " The voice ignored Qingyang's words as it continued speaking.

Standing there in a daze, Qingyang suddenly understood why this remnant spirit kept saying that he did not possess the bloodline of the Cyan Race. It was because he was just a baby that Qingyang Hu had picked up along the way!

"Although I do not have the blood of the Qing Clan, I am still a member of the Azure Sun Clan! They are still my family! " Qingyang let out a soft cry a moment later. However, his emotions appeared somewhat calmer at this moment.

"I can feel your anger, your hatred, your sadness, and your self-blame." After pausing for a moment, the voice continued in an interested tone, "Let's not talk about that for now. There's actually a golden flame in your soul. No wonder you could feel my presence."

Qingyang didn't refute, but he was somewhat puzzled as to why he could sense the existence of the remnant soul.

"I know what you are thinking. It's strange why I said you could feel my existence." The discarnate soul smiled and explained, "Because of the fire made from wood."

Wood making fire? These words were like nonsense to Qingyang, but how could the mysterious remnant spirit say such idiotic words? After pondering for a moment, Qingyang suddenly understood what the remnant soul meant by "wood fire".

"You mean I belong to fire and you to wood?" Qingyang felt that the words of the remnant soul could only be explained by the five elements reacting to each other.

"It seems that not only are you lucky, you're also extremely intelligent." After praising Qingyang, the remnant soul followed up with another sentence that caused Qingyang to be even more shocked, "The Cyan Race are the Wood Race, and when they die, they become the myriad trees of the world. So, I don't seem to be grieving at all, returning to the earth is the best home for the people of the Cyan Race."

"Even if we are of the Wood Race, is returning to the Earth the best home for the Qing? ?" After muttering the words of the remnant soul, Qingyang immediately retorted: "But they were slaughtered to death! It's not like normal death will bring you back to earth! "

There was also resentment in Qingyang's words as his body began to tremble.

"If someone beside you mentions this matter every day, you will be immersed in hatred and anger. I don't understand what you are going to do to avenge the Qing Clan." Qingyang was jolted awake like a thunderclap: "Among those people, there are even experts from the Sun God Stage."

"The Sun God Realm ?" At this moment, Qingyang was only at the Spirit Refinement realm. If he were to fight with that powerful expert of the Sun God Realm, he would instantly be blasted to smithereens.

"I can sense the aura of a tribe member on your body. It's an aura of life. They don't have souls destroyed or reincarnated, but rather, they have turned into tens of thousands of trees." After interrupting Qingyang's train of thought, Qingji slowly said, "You've grown up in the Qing Clan. Even if you don't have the bloodline of the Qing Clan, you're still a member of the Qing Clan. You can't forget the hatred of exterminating your clan. This is your fate."

Qingji's words made Qingyang's relaxed fists clench again. That's right, this was her responsibility and the outcome of her life. How could she forget the enmity between father and mother? How could he escape the hatred of his people?

"Wood is the mother of all living things, a race of life and nurture all living things. Endless growth is the wood race, and tolerance is the wood race." Although Qing Ji's words were extremely plain, they contained the principles of the heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a faint silver light shone from the green wood, and an old man slowly walked out. He was leaning on a wooden cane, his silver hair covering his long and wide forehead.

"You, you are senior Qing Ji?" Qingyang cried out in surprise. It was indeed difficult for him to associate the old man in front of him with the powerful life force when he felt the surging life force.

"The reason why I brought you here today is because I want to tell you that you don't need to be immersed in grief and hatred. Your soul will not disperse, and your clansmen will still exist. They have just turned into grass and trees." Smiling, Qing Ji replied, "Hatred can indeed make a person grow. However, it can also be hidden from one's eyes at times, making it hard to see the path ahead."

How could Qingyang not understand what Qingji was saying? But how could he forget the hatred of extermination? Qingyang gently nodded and said in a soft voice, "I understand, but this hatred for the extermination of our family is indeed not something that can be calmed in a short period of time."

Raising the wooden cane with one hand, he slowly placed it on top of Qingyang's head. Qing Ji smiled and said, "In that case, I'll let you experience the power of the Wood Race."