C627 The Son of the Primordial Spirit!

A Primordial Spirit expert!

These words weighed heavily, like a mountain pressing down on all who heard them, instilling a profound sense of pressure.

The existence of a Primordial Spirit in the vastness of the Everlands and the starry cosmos stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid of power!

In the current Everlands, there were but a few known experts at the Primordial Spirit level and tenth level Dark Deities.

It was rumored that those who reached the realm of the Primordial Spirit possessed nearly infinite lifespans, transcending their natural forms and nearing immortality.

The laws of Heaven imposed restrictions. Logically, it was more arduous for a human cultivator who attained the Primordial Spirit Realm to have offspring than for a tenth level Dark Deity or the Nagas.

So, how was Mo Yan born?

"Mo Yan's birth is indeed a miracle," Xu Zixi whispered. "His mother was a mere mortal, with no prospects of embarking on the path of cultivation. Perhaps it was her very ordinariness that allowed her to bear the child of that individual. That person wished to bestow upon Mo Yan the greatest powers and talents. While Mo Yan was still in the womb, he was infused with spiritual energy."

"The outcome..."

Xu Zixi sighed softly, "This premature attempt to accelerate growth backfired, resulting in Mo Yan's mother perishing at his birth."

"That individual deeply loved the mortal woman. After her death, he became extremely indulgent towards Mo Yan."

"Given Mo Yan's average aptitude for cultivation, he was taught the Devil Palace's Cycle of Life and Death Spell to forcibly reverse his innate abilities. With his protector's esteemed status in the Everlands, as long as Mo Yan survived, he was bound to emerge successfully," the Python Queen murmured.

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 permitted to venture early to the Embers Sea, to train with the Crucible of Evil at the seabed, deciphering its glyphs—all due to his lineage.

Mo Yan's confidence in engaging the enigmatic Dark Herald as an equal atop the Silver Rainbow Shuttle stemmed from his father being a formidable Primordial Spirit.

"No wonder," Yu Yuan nodded slowly. "No wonder Mo Yan had the audacity to command Hou Tianzhao and Lin Yue to slay Tang Cen of the Sunlit Order at the bottom of the Embers Sea without fearing Tang Zheng's bloody reprisal."

Tang Zheng from Churchsor Hill was merely an Unbound cultivator. In terms of strength and status within the Sunlit Order, he didn't rank in the top three. Mo Yan's father, on the other hand, was a cultivator at the Primordial Spirit Stage, a being capable of setting the rules in the Everlands. With such backing, Mo Yan's actions in the Embers Sea were bold, and even if Tang Zheng were aware, what could he do? He wouldn't dare confront Mo Yan's father.

"Mo Yan is the third-ranked Hellbreed in the Devil Palace," Xu Zixi interjected. "It's best to avoid provoking him if possible. To my knowledge, he's never been at a disadvantage, and the Devil Palace places great trust in him."

"The third-ranked Hellbreed, no wonder he's so brazen," Zhan Tianxiang commented. His master, the Golden Elephant God, had lost his status as a Dark Deity. As a result, Zhan Tianxiang's standing in Shadow's Keep was somewhat eclipsed by Zhao Yafu's.

The Moonfang Tiger had become a celebrated Dark Deity within Shadow's Keep, with a resounding reputation across the Star River, surpassing the Golden Elephant God and securing a place in the annals of Shadow's Keep.

Given that Mo Yan was the son of a Primordial Spirit cultivator, and considering the equal footing of the Devil Palace and Shadow's Keep, his position in the northern reaches of the Land of Quiescence was exceptionally high. Zhao Yafu might not even measure up to Mo Yan.

While one can always find another disciple, a son is irreplaceable.

"He shouldn't bear the surname Mo; shouldn't it be Zhu?" Yu Yuan shifted the topic.

Xu Zixi's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Yu Yuan, confirming, "That's right, he took his mother's surname at his father's behest."

"It seems Zhu Zhenlin truly adored that woman," Yu Yuan remarked.

"Hush!"

Xu Zixi was startled and unnaturally looked up at the sky, shooting Yu Yuan a glare before speaking, "Their names are not to be uttered lightly. You're not yet at a high enough level of cultivation. If you were stronger, merely speaking his name could trigger his awareness, and he might even observe you through his devil soul."

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

A peak expert who has reached the realm of the primordial spirit can leave a trace of themselves in the Everlands, whether it be one of their three souls or a soul fragment, regardless of where their Solar Spirit, Lunar Spirit, or original body might be.

Any cultivator with a remnant soul in the Everlands can sense when they are being spoken about by others in this realm.

The stronger the cultivator discussing them, the more intense their sense of awareness becomes. With their minds aligned, they can traverse the Endless Space and arrive here directly.

Conversely, when lesser cultivators speak of them, even if there is a flicker of awareness, it is usually deemed insignificant.

Yu Yuan, who is only at the Subtlety Realm, doesn't have a strong enough magnetic field. When he uttered "Zhu Zhenlin," the resulting ripples were incredibly faint. The individual in question might have sensed something but would not bother expending any remnant soul.

However, should Yu Yuan reach the Unbound Realm and speak "Zhu Zhenlin" without any protection of a rune circle, that person's remnant soul would immediately rush over.

"Alright, now that I know about Mo Yan, let's head to Asvetaesi," Yu Yuan said with a corner of his mouth quirked up in an odd smile. He then added, "Tianxiang, stop manipulating the Sunsilver Divine Mountain; it's far too conspicuous."

"Understood," Zhan Tianxiang responded.

"Qin Yun, continue to stay in Thylethlume and tend to the medicinal herbs I've instructed you to plant," Yu Yuan directed. "Once they mature, inform the Skyreach Consortium to come and purchase them."

"Got it," Qin Yun replied eagerly.

"Let's set off for Asvetaesi, time to head home!"

...

As evening fell upon the Yu family in Asvetaesi, the elder Yu Cen was beaming with joy. He had arranged a lavish banquet in the main hall of the Yu family estate, inviting all the clansmen within the city, along with the counselors and elders, to partake in the sumptuous feast and fine wine.

"Yu Yuan has returned!"

"This is my grandson, Yu Yuan. Some of you may not be acquainted with him, so allow me to introduce him!"

The patriarch, with a firm grip on Yu Yuan's arm, led him among the family elders and numerous counselors. He proudly held his wine cup high, taking hearty swigs as he introduced his grandson, the one destined to revitalize their clan.

Yu Yuan, with his heaven soul and earthly soul properly aligned, showcased his miraculous abilities time and again, securing a strong position for the Yu family in Asvetaesi.

The herbs cultivated in Thylethlume had attracted covetous glances from many. Factions from the Sacred Hands, Sunblessed Empire, and Empire of Dawn had sent representatives to negotiate purchases.

The Skyreach Consortium from Gavanas extended an offer, indicating their interest in a long-term arrangement to acquire these medicinal herbs.

This invigorated Yu Cen, who sensed the potential within himself to refine his spiritual sense and ascend to the Subtlety. "Yuan'er, you might just be the youngest cultivator to reach the Subtlety in the entire Shadowlight Empire!"

Yu Cen's exuberant proclamation stirred the hearts of all those present.

As he observed the astonished looks around him, the old man felt a deep sense of satisfaction. "Indeed, Yu Yuan has officially attained the Subtlety! And he's only just over twenty years old!"

"What? Mr. Yu has achieved the Subtlety?"

"To reach the Subtlety in his early twenties?"

"If I'm not mistaken, wasn't Mr. Yu seventeen when he hadn't even begun his cultivation?"

"In just four or five years, Mr. Yu, who's barely in his twenties, has already entered the Subtlety, the realm of refining spiritual sense? Such a young cultivator at this level is not just rare in the Shadowlight Empire, but across the entire Aetherius Continent!"

"And if we consider the actual time spent cultivating, isn't it even more astounding that he reached the Subtlety in just four or five years?"

"…"

For some, especially those who had joined the Yu family as counselors upon hearing of its profound heritage, this was their first encounter with Yu Yuan. These counselors, who had reached only the Golden Sanctum or Veil Breaking levels, were mostly in their fifties, having dedicated the better part of their lives to cultivation.

Upon hearing that the young master of the Yu family had reached the Subtlety level in just four or five years, people were astounded, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

Praise and admiration filled the great hall of the Yu family, accompanied by incredulous stares directed at him.

Yu Yuan, paraded around by the patriarch, was ill at ease with the fanfare, managing only a strained smile as he nodded in acknowledgment to each person.

He was suddenly reminded of the incident four years prior, when Lin Hanyu, alongside his fiancée Lin Zhuyun, had come to shame his grandfather.

Now, Lin Hanyu had met his end at the hands of Weixian, and Lin Zhuyun had fallen into darkness.

He, however, was basking in glory.

After the hustle and bustle had subsided, it was well past midnight.

With all the guests gone, the patriarch instructed Yu Wei, Yu Lian, Yu Lili, and the others to leave. Slightly inebriated, he took Yu Yuan to a verdant medicinal herb garden and said, "Your rapid advancement to the Subtlety level has truly astonished me. I had intended to wait a few more years until I reached this level myself before trying."

Pointing to the ground, he continued, "Now, if you're eager to uncover the secret buried by Ms. Ying, you can attempt it yourself."

Yu Yuan inhaled deeply and gave a slight nod. "I've been curious for a very long time."

Rushing back to Asvetaesi was partly to see his grandfather, but another driving force was his desire to quell his curiosity. He yearned to discover what secret the esteemed Ms. Ying, taken away for cultivation from a young age, had buried beneath the earth when she rebuilt the Yu family.

Only when a member of the Yu family reached the Subtlety level and their spiritual sense merged with the rune circle could they glimpse the truth.

Ideally, one should attain the Lunar Spirit level.

But Yu Yuan couldn't wait any longer.

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