A figure flashed.
In the broad tunnel underground, Ye Yun’s figure erged.
In this tunnel, many people lay haphazardly, all unconscious; none had woken up.
Ye Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the black entrance, a wistful expression in his eyes.
Over 60,000 years ago, Yun Xiao, that little girl, had personally sealed the entrance to the Suru Dark Realm.
More than 60,000 years later, this entrance would be sealed again by him, Ye Yun.
Every bite, every sip, seems predetermined. Every cause has its effect.
Could this Yun Xiao be an avatar of Yun Xiao’s original self? Ye Yun’s eyes flickered as he muttered to himself. Logically, Yun Xiao, who successfully cultivated the Supre Forgetting Emotions Path 70,000 years ago, should have already beco detached, no longer dwelling on the past, and certainly not still missing . But this Yun Xiao from the Eternal Realm, who drew my silhouette on paper, clearly hadn’t severed her attachnt to the past and her worldly desires. This led Ye Yun to suspect that this Yun Xiao definitely harbored so secrets.
Perhaps... the avatar inherited everything? A flash of inspiration struck him, leading him to this possibility. At this mont, a hint of sorrow showed in his eyes. If Yun Xiao truly did this, the depth of her feelings is beyond words. This avatar, a Five Elents True Dragon, inherited the original mories and past, wandering alone on the Cangnan Continent, constantly searching for . If not for a stroke of luck that led her into the Suru Dark Realm, this Yun Xiao, whose foundation was severely damaged, would likely have perished over 60,000 years ago, leaving no trace behind. Even if I were reborn, even if I could see Yun Xiao’s true form, I would never have known all that Yun Xiao had done. What a foolish girl...
Ye Yun’s eyes brimd with deep sorrow as he shook his head repeatedly. As the saying goes: one wrong step leads to many more. After cultivating the Supre Forgetting Emotions Path, Yun Xiao had embarked on a road of no return. However, before setting out on this irreversible path, Yun Xiao had left a contingency. But in Ye Yun’s view, this contingency was incredibly fragile, like a bubble—light and beautiful, yet shattered by the gentlest touch of sunlight. Even so, Yun Xiao had done her utmost.
Fortunately, Yun Xiao eventually obtained so blood of the Dark Divine Dragon, which sowhat aided her recovery, along with that mysterious The Self-made Dragon Art. If Yun Xiao succeeded in cultivating it, she might still have a chance to live a second life. One hundred thousand years ago, Yun Xiao, that little girl, had always been fortunate. Ye Yun believed her luck would hold this ti as well. Imrsed in mories of the past, Ye Yun’s eyes glistened with sorrow, and he sighed deeply.
He suddenly waved his hand. A ray of light shot out, landing on the black entrance and forming a sturdy seal. From that point forward, no one could enter this Miniature World anymore.
Ye Yun turned around and looked at the people lying scattered about, waved his hand again, and they all woke up.
"What just happened?"
"Weren’t we just exploring the Ancient Ruins for opportunities? How were we suddenly teleported out?"
"There was a strange, powerful wind earlier, and I passed out..."
"Damn it, where is my Emperor Sword!"
"My Emperor Sword is gone too!"
"AHH..."
Upon waking, everyone discovered their strange predicant. They couldn’t help but stamp their feet and wail in frustration.
At that very mont, Su Mountain and Su Jinx also woke up. They stood up and saw Ye Yun beside them, then quickly glanced at their hands. Finding the storage rings Ye Yun had given them still there, they breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the crowd’s lants, Su Mountain hurriedly probed his storage ring with his Divine Sense. He was relieved to find the Emperor artifact still there, his expression imdiately lighting up.
"Big brother, what on earth happened?" Su Jinx asked in a confused whisper.
"A violent wind suddenly swept through this Miniature World, blowing all of us out," Ye Yun replied with a smile.
"Oh..." Su Jinx nodded thoughtfully. Hearing the others’ discussions, she quickly sent a ntal transmission to Su Mountain. Only after receiving his confirmation did Su Jinx finally relax.
"HAHA! The Emperor Level Sword I obtained is still here!" a greater demon roared with laughter.
Witnessing this, an elder from the Demon Clan said with a grim face, "It seems the Emperor artifacts in this Miniature World have gained sentience. They are not sothing we can control..."
"What rotten luck!" Han Jianglong roared, his face contorting fiercely. He was suppressing a rage he couldn’t vent. They had obtained only a single Emperor Sword, only for it to vanish. It was as if they had entered this Miniature World and returned empty-handed. Seeing that the mbers of the Demon Clan seed to have reaped significant rewards, Han Jianglong felt intensely jealous.
"Listen, everyone," Han Jianglong’s eyes darted around as a plan ford in his mind, and he announced loudly, "although this Ancient Ruin has closed, we can still break this Seal and go back in to search for Emperor Swords! What do you think?"
"An excellent idea! I was thinking the sa thing!" the Demon Clan elder chid in.
"Alright, then let’s work together to break this Seal!" the other mbers of the Demon Clan shouted, their expressions fervent. The allure of Emperor artifacts was simply irresistible to them.
A sneer flashed in Ye Yun’s eyes. This was a seal he had personally laid. With this bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, they couldn’t break it even if given ten billion years.
"Hall Master Han, where are you?" Suddenly, a deep male voice echoed from a distance.
Han Jianglong’s face imdiately brightened. That’s Elder Qi’s voice! It seems the experts from the Water Dragon Sect have arrived.
"Over here!" Han Jianglong hurriedly shouted towards the sound. In the span of a breath, several figures exuding powerful auras appeared in the tunnel.
"Greetings, Sect Master!" Han Jianglong cupped his fists and bowed to a white-robed elder.
"Mm!" The white-robed elder nodded, his hawk-like gaze sweeping the surroundings before finally landing on the Seal. "What happened here? Why has the Miniature World of this Ancient Ruin been sealed again?" the white-robed elder asked with a frown.
"It’s like this, Sect Master..." Han Jianglong quickly recounted a simplified version of events.
Upon hearing that there were nurous Emperor artifacts inside, the white-robed elder’s gaze also grew fervent. Emperor artifacts! The Water Dragon Sect, despite being a Supre Sect, didn’t possess a single Emperor artifact. If they could break this Seal and enter this Miniature World, they would have a chance to obtain an Emperor artifact! This was an unparalleled temptation, one that no one could resist.
"Sect Master Xu, this Ancient Ruin isn’t the Water Dragon Sect’s private garden. It should be jointly owned by both our sides!" the Demon Clan elder said, stepping forward, his eyes glinting nacingly.
"That’s right! Our Demon Clan has a half share in these Ancient Ruins!" other mbers of the Demon Clan roared in agreent, their faces twisted with excitent, looking as if they were ready to battle the Water Dragon Sect at any mont.
"Heh heh..." Xu Liu’an chuckled softly, unfazed. He looked at the Demon Clan elder, his gaze flickering as if deep in thought.
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