C627 The Son of the Primordial Spirit!!

Primordial Spirit Masters!

These four words weigh heavily like a mountain, overwhelming anyone who hears them with immense pressure.

The Primordial Spirit Stage represents the pinnacle of existence in the vast universe of the Boundless Land!

Currently, in the Boundless Land, the number of known experts at the Primordial Spirit Stage, including Tenth Level Demon Gods, is quite limited.

It is said that those who have attained the Primordial Spirit Stage possess nearly infinite lifespans, transcending natural forms and nearing immortality.

The laws of Heaven impose restrictions, and logically, it is exceedingly difficult for human cultivators at the Primordial Spirit Stage to have offspring, even more so than for Tenth Level Demon Gods or the Nagas.

So, how was Mo Yan born?

"Mo Yan's birth itself is a miracle," whispered Xu Zixi. "His mother was a mere mortal, with no chance of ever embarking on the path of cultivation. Perhaps it was her very ordinariness that allowed her to bear the child of that individual. That individual wished to bestow upon Mo Yan the finest powers and talents. Even while Mo Yan was in the womb, he was already being nourished with spiritual energy to fortify his physique."

"The outcome..."

Xu Zixi sighed deeply, "Such premature intervention backfired, leading to Mo Yan's birth at the cost of his mother's life."

"That individual adored the mortal woman deeply. After her death, he showered Mo Yan with extreme affection."

"Given Mo Yan's average aptitude for cultivation, he was given the 'Metaplasia Spell' from the Devil Palace to practice, forcibly altering his innate abilities against the natural order. With that individual's esteemed status in the Boundless Land, as long as Mo Yan lived, he was bound to emerge successful."

The Python Queen spoke in a hushed tone.

Mo Yan was fortunate from birth; regardless of his natural talent, he was fated to receive the Devil Palace's full support and cultivation.

He was granted permission to venture early into the Ember Waters, to train with the Evil Cauldron on the ocean floor, delving into the mysteries of the Demonic Mark, all due to his heritage.

The reason Mo Yan could converse as an equal with the enigmatic Devil Envoy atop the Silver Rainbow Magic Shuttle was because his father was none other than a formidable Primordial Spirit Master.

"It all makes sense now."

Yu Yuan nodded slowly, "It's no wonder Mo Yan had the audacity to command Hou Tianzhao and Lin Yue to slay Tang Can of the Primordial Yang Sect at the seabed of the Ember Waters. He wasn't the least bit concerned about Tang Zheng's vengeful wrath."

Tang Zheng from Quill Mountain was merely an Unrestrained Stage cultivator, not even ranking in the top three in terms of strength and status within the Primordial Yang Sect.

Mo Yan's father, on the other hand, was a formidable Primordial Spirit Stage cultivator, a supreme being capable of setting rules in the Boundless Land!

With such backing, Mo Yan's elimination of Tang Can in the depths of the Ember Waters was a bold move. How could Tang Zheng remain ignorant of it?

And would Tang Zheng really dare to confront Mo Yan's father?

"Mo Yan is ranked third among the Demonic Seeds of the Devil Palace," Xu Zixi added, "It's best to avoid provoking him if possible. To my knowledge, he's never been at a disadvantage, and the Devil Palace holds him in high regard."

"That explains his brazenness, being the third-ranked Demonic Seed," Zhan Tianxiang remarked.

His own master, the Golden Elephant Ancient God, had been demoted, no longer holding the title of Demon God.

As a result, Zhan Tianxiang's current standing in the Demon Palace was somewhat eclipsed by Zhao Yafu's.

The White Divine Tiger, now a celebrated Demon God within the Demon Palace, boasted a formidable reputation across the Outland Star River. It had already outshone the Golden Elephant Ancient God and secured a place in the annals of the Demon Palace.

Given that Mo Yan was the progeny of a Primordial Spirit Stage cultivator, with the Devil Palace and Demon Palace as equals, his stature in the northern reaches of the Quietus Continent was undeniably lofty.

Not even Zhao Yafu could necessarily match up to Mo Yan.

While disciples can be chosen and sought after anew,

a son may not be as easily brought into the world again.

"His last name really shouldn't be Mo, but Zhu, shouldn't it?" Yu Yuan shifted the conversation.

Xu Zixi's eyes sparkled as she gave Yu Yuan a penetrating look and said, "It was his decision to take his mother's surname."

"Zhu Zhenxuan must truly cherish that woman," Yu Yuan observed.

"Quiet!"

Xu Zixi jumped, casting an unnatural glance skyward before shooting Yu Yuan a sharp look. "Their names must not be carelessly spoken. You're not yet powerful enough. If you were, merely uttering his name would trigger his awareness, and he might even observe you through his Devil Soul."

Zhao Yafu stuck out her tongue and nodded vigorously. "That's how it is."

A peak expert at the Primordial Spirit Stage, whether it be their Yang God, Yin God, or true form, always leaves a trace in the Boundless Land—perhaps one of their three souls or a fragment of their spirit.

Such high-level experts, with even a single thought lingering in the Boundless Land, can sense when the cultivators of this realm speak of them rashly.

The more powerful the cultivator discussing them, the stronger the response. With a united mind and spirit, they can traverse infinite spaces and manifest directly in this world.

Conversely, lower-level cultivators might be sensed but deemed insignificant.

Yu Yuan, merely at the Penetrating Stage, lacked a strong enough aura. When he spoke the name "Zhu Zhenxiang," the resulting disturbance was minuscule; the individual in question might notice but wouldn't bother expending any soul thought.

But should Yu Yuan ascend to the Yang God Stage, the Unrestrained Stage, without any protective formations, speaking "Zhu Zhenxiang" would instantly draw that individual's soul thought to him.

"Alright, now that I understand Mo Yan's background, let's head to Darkmoon City."

Yu Yuan's lips curled into an odd smile before he added, "Tianxiang, stop manipulating the gold metal Holy Mountain; it's far too conspicuous."

"Understood," Zhan Tianxiang responded.

"Qin Yun, remain in Elfview to tend to the medicinal herbs as I've directed," Yu Yuan ordered. "Once they mature, notify the Babel Chamber of Commerce to make their purchases."

"Got it," Qin Yun quickly replied.

"To Darkmoon City we go—time to return home!"

...

As evening fell over Darkmoon City's Yu Family estate,

Patriarch Yu Cann, his cheeks aglow, had arranged a lavish banquet in the grand hall. He summoned all the family members and esteemed guests within the city to partake in the sumptuous wines and delectable dishes.

"Yu Yuan has returned!"

"Allow me to introduce my grandson, Yu Yuan. Some of you might not know him, so let me do the honors!"

The patriarch grasped Yu Yuan's arm, weaving through the clan's elders and numerous guests, his own glass of wine in hand. He took hearty sips and introduced his grandson with pride, the one destined to revitalize their family.

Yu Yuan, with his Heavenly and Earthly Souls restored, showcased his miraculous abilities time and again, securing the Yu Family's position in Darkmoon City.

The herbs cultivated in Elfview had become the envy of many, with families from the Divine Might Empire and the Kingdom of Driliwyr sending envoys to procure them.

The Babel Chamber of Commerce from Spider City extended an olive branch, signaling their interest in a long-term partnership for the herbs.

Yu Cann was invigorated by these developments, sensing the potential within him to refine his Spiritual Sense and ascend to the Penetrating Stage. "Yuan'er, you might just be the youngest cultivator to reach the Penetrating Stage in the entire Devil Moon Empire!"

Yu Cann's exuberant proclamation stirred the hearts of all who heard it.

As he basked in the astonished looks around him, the old man couldn't have been more pleased. "Indeed, Yu Yuan has officially attained the Penetrating Stage! And he's barely into his twenties!"

"What? Young Master Yu has reached the Penetrating Stage?"

"To have achieved the Penetrating Stage in his early twenties?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Young Master Yu not even practicing cultivation at seventeen?"

"In just four or five years, Young Master Yu has already stepped into the Penetrating Stage, capable of condensing Spiritual Sense? To find such a young Penetrating Stage cultivator is rare, not just in the Devil Moon Empire, but across the entire Profound Sky Continent!"

"And if we consider only the actual time spent cultivating, isn't it even more astonishing that he reached the Penetrating Stage in four or five years?"

"..."

For some of the guests who had joined the Yu family because of its profound legacy, it was their first encounter with Yu Yuan. These guests, often in their fifties and only at the Yellow Court or Profound Break Stages after a lifetime of cultivation, were astounded to learn that the fabled Young Master Yu had ascended to the Penetrating Stage in a mere four or five years, their disbelief practically palpable.

Inside the Yu family's grand hall, there was nothing but praise and looks of utter disbelief.

Yu Yuan, paraded around by the patriarch, felt awkward amidst the fanfare, managing only a strained smile as he acknowledged each person with a nod.

He was suddenly taken back to a memory from four years ago when Lim Hanyu, with his fiancée Lim Zhuyun in tow, came to shame his grandfather.

Now, Lim Hanyu had fallen to Weixian's blade, and Lim Zhuyun had descended into devilry.

He, however, was basking in glory.

As the night wore on and the clamor subsided, it was well past midnight.

With the guests gone, the patriarch sent Yu Wei, Yu Lian, Yu Lili, and the rest away. Inebriated, he took Yu Yuan to a verdant medicinal herb garden and said, "Your rapid advancement to the Profound Break Stage has taken me by surprise. I had intended to wait a few more years, until I had reached that level myself."

He gestured to the ground, "Now, if you're eager to uncover the secret buried by Grandma Ying, the opportunity is yours to seize."

Yu Yuan inhaled deeply and gave a slight nod, "My curiosity has been piqued for quite some time."

His rush to return to Darkmoon City was partly to see his grandfather, but also to quell the curiosity within him. He yearned to discover the secret that Grandma Ying, chosen by a sage and taken to train from a young age, had concealed beneath the earth when she rebuilt the Yu family.

Only those Yu family members who had attained the Penetrating Stage and whose spiritual awareness melded with the array might glimpse the truth.

Ideally, one should be at the Yin God Stage.

But Yu Yuan couldn't wait any longer.

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