"Zhu Jiuyou?"
Chen Mo felt his heart skip a beat.
He wasn't hearing this na for the first ti.
The Daoist Venerable had once told him that during the Ancient Tis, Jiu Zhou was not governed by the Human Race, but was overshadowed by a certain existence—the earth was its bed, and the sun and moon its companions; no one dared to challenge its authority.
This existence was Zhu Jiuyou.
Back then, demons ran rampant, and the people lived in misery, surviving only in the cracks of the world.
Until the shackles of heaven and earth were loosened, the Human Race gained the ability to breathe in Primordial Qi, gradually mastering the cultivation thod.
Buddhism, Daoism, Demon, Martial... factions proliferated, countless Heavenly Prides erged like bamboo shoots after rain, and Jiu Zhou entered a golden age.
As the strength of the Human Race grew stronger, so of the top Ultimate Venerables were unwilling to remain beneath others, so they joined forces to launch the "War to Exterminate Demons."
Eventually, the Tianshu Pavilion Ancestor took action, erasing its cause and effect, and everything related to it disappeared completely from the river of history, with no outsiders knowing.
"What can be confird now is that this Zhu Jiuyou is that Black Dragon."
"And the purpose of Pei Fengmian, Sikong Che, and others entering here was to encircle and annihilate it. As a result, both sides were heavily wounded; the Black Dragon was obliterated, and all Emperor Realm experts fell."
"After that, for unknown reasons, the path to transcendence was severed. Any cultivator wishing to comprehend the Tao Origin has to pay a painful price..."
Chen Mo quickly sorted out the rough outline, but still had so questions in his heart.
Back when he obtained the True Dragon Blood, the progress of the "Ancient Spirit Constitution" steadily improved, unlocking certain mory scenes. Two of them troubled him particularly—
The first was an ancient battlefield, heaps of corpses piled like mountains, blood flowing like streams, with both Demon Clan and Human Race, resembling a living hell.
In the center of the Blood-soaked Battlefield stood several towering figures, from whose aura one could perceive that they were all top-level powerhouses of their era.
Among them, a burly man in armor was particularly striking, emanating a blazing sun-like, mighty pressure.
The second scene was in a crimson mountain range.
The Black Dragon seed gravely injured, lying in a pool of blood, barely alive.
The armored man appeared again; the two seed closely connected, and he vaguely heard, "Sorry, I had no choice."
Then the voice was drowned out by deafening roars; even without experiencing it firsthand, one could feel the anger, like being betrayed by soone deeply trusted...
"If you combine the mories from the Dragon Blood with these pieces of information, the situation is pretty clear... But I'm curious, who on earth is that man in gold armor? What is his relationship with Zhu Jiuyou?"
"Since it's the True Dragon's legacy, why did it end up in the hands of the Great Yuan Royal Family?"
Chen Mo pinched his chin, pondering silently.
Suddenly, he thought of sothing, his heart tightened, and he urgently asked, "Since this great formation can reverse Yin and Yang, overturn life and death, even you can be revived, hasn't that dragon also co back to life?!"
Female Demon shook her head and said, "No..."
"That's good."
Chen Mo just sighed in relief, only to hear her continue, "Because it never died."
"W-what?!"
Chen Mo's throat moved, struggling, "Wasn't it already killed by Human Race experts working together? What does this an?"
Female Demon said assuredly, "Impossible, it cannot die..."
"Why?"
"Because it is Zhu Jiuyou."
"..."
Well, it was like saying nothing at all.
It seems Female Demon's awe for Zhu Jiuyou is engraved in her bones, but the Dragon Clan has disappeared for thousands of years, even traces of their existence have been erased, so Chen Mo doesn't believe the other has any reason to still be alive.
"So... Have you rembered who I am now?" Female Demon asked, looking at him expectantly.
Chen Mo regained his composure, cleared his throat, "Yes, of course, you are Fei Qingyi, my best friend."
From Female Demon's mories, it was apparent they were not as he thought—a small horse pulling a big cart.
Sikong Che had a wife, and they were deeply in love; his relationship with Female Demon was more of mutual admiration, akin to ntor and friend.
Moreover, Female Demon was the essence of heaven and earth, entirely oblivious to romantic notions, only aware that Sikong Che was the only one willing to accept her among the Human Race, and after spending so many years together, so degree of dependence naturally ford.
"Yes, friends..."
Female Demon's red lips lifted into a radiant smile.
Chen Mo was pondering an excuse to leave, but Female Demon lay down, placing him beside her, "Tell , what's the outside world like now..."
Chen Mo hesitated for a mont, not rushing to escape.
Although Ling Ningzhi and others were out of danger, the Earth Attribute Immortal Material hadn't been found yet. Maybe coaxing Female Demon could lead to so unexpected gains.
Since his current identity was well established, there was no need to worry excessively about being exposed.
"This is a long story, the dynasty currently ruling Jiu Zhou is called Great Yuan..."
Chen Mo, like a storyteller, began recounting solemnly.
Female Demon blinked, her eyes sparkled brightly, listening with enchantnt, occasionally asking various questions.
To satisfy her curiosity, Chen Mo exerted his eloquence for nearly two hours, almost drying up his saliva, while Female Demon still appeared reluctant for it to end.
After all, this desert was truly lonely. For hundreds of years, only Chen Mo had kept her company with words.
"I wish I could visit Jiu Zhou again..." A hint of longing flashed in Female Demon's eyes.
Chen Mo asked puzzled, "Speaking of which, since you're so powerful, the world is vast and open; why stay in such a place?"
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