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A surging life force burst out from Qing Ji's body, and a dense breath of life spread out in all directions like a green mist.

The wilted branches and leaves that were on the verge of withering seemed to be bathed in the spring wind. Although they did not rapidly grow, they slowly shed their dead state as if they were new.

"This is the power of the Wood Race." Qing Ji, who had his eyes closed, held both his hands together in front of his chest. A green vortex slowly formed between his hands as he muttered to himself, "Let it pacify the restless hatred in your heart."

After taking a deep breath, Qingyang gradually closed his eyes and relaxed his entire body. The faint, illusory emerald green threads gradually wrapped around him, turning him into a giant green cocoon and floating in the air.

The faint green line carried the emotions of peace, serenity, serenity and a vigorous life force that encompassed everything.

Every inch of his skin, every one of his meridians, every single muscle, although it didn't bring him great strength, it was still beneficial for Qingyang to imperceptibly transmit this vigorous life force into his body.

The world was full of life, the creatures that had been revived from their slumber were rejoicing in the drizzle, the grass that filled the mountains, the new branches that had sprouted out of the shoots, the birds that jumped in joy, the blooming flowers, the rushing streams ?

Forgetting the passage of time, Qingyang was immersed in the power of the Qing Clan, everything was soaked in the power of life.

No matter who it was, if they forgot the hatred they bore, then perhaps this person was not worthy of being called a person. Turning the hatred into their motivation and potential to continue forward was the correct direction to go.

There was hatred and hatred in Qingyang's heart, but this hatred was deep enough to affect Qingyang's mind. It had become an exceptionally thorny problem.

It wasn't that Qingyang's mind wasn't firm. It was just that people who had never experienced the extermination of a clan wouldn't be able to understand such grief and hatred. There were no words that could describe it.

If his mind wasn't firm enough, he would have vomited blood and lost his mind for the rest of his life. The fact that he was able to survive was enough to prove that his character was beyond ordinary.

When hatred can affect a person's mind, it can cause the heart demon at times of cultivation, causing one's cultivation to go berserk, crippling all of one's abilities, causing one to lose all of their mind, becoming bloodthirsty and becoming a demon that could kill without distinguishing between right and wrong, and even losing their life in the hands of the heart devil.

However, he couldn't help but sigh at Qingyang's extreme luck. Meeting Qing Clan's Qingji was his greatest fortune, so why did he say this? Not only because Qing Ji had witnessed the whole thing, but because Qing Ji was an extremely powerful member of the Qing Clan thousands of years ago, even if it was just a remnant soul, the soul power of the "Wood" attribute was still enough to lead Qing Yang to the right path and prevent him from going berserk.

Unlike the other five types of power, the power of wood was different. Fire represented destruction, whereas wood represented life. Only life could calm the hatred in Qingyang's heart. The tolerance of the power of earth could not ease the hatred of extermination of one's race.

However, Qingyang was also puzzled. Since the Cyan Race controlled the power of wood, why had it fallen to the level of a small mountain village? Not to mention a big family like the Dongfang family, they should at least be good at messing around.

Qingyang who had lived in Qingyang Village since he was young didn't realize that anyone else in the village knew of his identity as a member of the Qingyang Village. He lived a dull life, hunting, and farming.

After an unknown amount of time, Qingyang slowly opened his eyes. A wisp of golden flames flickered within his pupils, and they were bright and reserved, appearing tranquil and profound.

"That's right, boy. It seems that not only will you be able to face the pain of extermination in the future, but your cultivation has also improved." With a faint smile on his face, Qing Ji stroked his beard as he looked at the young man before him with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your help, senior." Qingyang felt that the hatred in his heart had already been buried deep within. It would not disappear or disappear, but it would not affect his mind or his future cultivation.

"You want to ask me why I didn't help the Qing Clan that day?" After slowly walking up to a tree, Qing Ji glanced at Qing Yang and said.

After all, if Qing Ji were to intervene, it would be possible to save some of his life, let alone all that he had saved. Therefore, even though Qing Ji helped to calm Qing Yang's anger, Qing Yang still kept it in his heart that he had not acted yet.

"The Cyan Race is a Wood Race after all. The power of the Wood Race makes a living, and the soul that has yet to perish becomes an eternal life. Only by transforming into a Hundred Wood Race can one awaken the clan's inherited memories. Do you understand? " The withered old hand slowly brushed against the tender branch that had sprouted out of the bud, and said word by word.

"You mean that only after death when you turn into a plant will you know that you are a member of the Qing Clan?" Qingyang Si Lin momentarily opened his mouth and asked.

"Do you still want to ask why the Cyan Race, who were originally of the Wood Race, ended up in a barren mountain village?" Qing Ji did not answer Qingyang. Instead, he turned to Qingyang and asked in an indifferent tone.

"Indeed." Qingyang was becoming more and more perplexed by Qingji, as if he could grasp some profound mystery behind Qingji's words. But it was also so vague that he couldn't clearly understand it.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I did not make a move because I am only a remnant soul and do not have the ability to do so. You will understand it in the future and now, you have completely suppressed your inner demon as well." Qing Ji glanced at Qing Yang and said, "Do you know what our Qing Clan specializes in?"

"What's Qing Clan best at?" Hearing this, the old man in front of him was stunned. He said, "If you don't have the ability to help, you will understand the mystery behind it in the future." Then, he stopped mentioning the matter.

"That's right. I believe you've discovered that even though the Azure Sun Village belongs to our Qing Clan, they do not possess any talent for cultivation. They are just like the villagers." Qing Ji nodded his head and voiced the doubts in Qing Yang's heart.

"Seeing the technique that senior Qingji used to aid Qingyang, the members of the Qing Clan must be good at using soul consciousness." After pondering for a while, Qingyang opened his mouth and said, "A child can be taught. After awakening, the members of my Qing Clan are most adept at the soul." Ye Zichen looked at Qingyang with praise. He was very satisfied with the intelligence of the young man in front of him.

In fact, ever since Qing Ji had mentioned that the Qing Clan would turn into plants and vegetation upon death, Qing Yang had already guessed that the Qing Clan was extremely proficient in the art of soul and that they would be extremely proficient in the art of reincarnation.

And now, Qingyang could guess from Qingji's words that his parents and his fellow villagers had not died, but had instead lived in a state that he did not understand at the moment.

Turned into plants? Qingyang always had some doubts, but Qingji didn't lie to him. This fog had been in Qingyang's mind the entire time, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

"Since the souls of the Qing people are the strongest, then according to what you said before, no one died, and instead were reborn into wood and grass? your soul still isn't destroyed? " In the end, Qingyang couldn't help but ask what was on his mind. After all, this matter concerned his parents' lives.

"You can say that, but it's not quite true." Smiling at Qingyang, Qingji unhurriedly said.