’So, even though the Xian Origin Land, as the Yang Side, has detached from the Origin Realm, it has also beco the only possible way to leave the Origin Realm?’
It wasn’t that Yang An didn’t believe Fu Ming’s words. He was just confused—such a secret was one of this world’s greatest mysteries, so how did Fu Ming know about it?
"Where did you get this information?"
Seeing that Fu Ming was about to leave, Yang An knew he had to get an answer. He didn’t want the question to keep nagging at him.
Fu Ming’s figure slowly moved away, heading into the jungle. Of course, he was only leaving temporarily, not for good.
He didn’t look back, but his voice drifted back.
"This is all information left behind by our predecessors. They hid it within a dazzling fla. Soone must always guard this fla. Only if the fire is never extinguished will we have hope."
With that, Fu Ming’s figure entered the jungle and quickly disappeared from sight.
Gazing at the now-empty jungle, Yang An was still lost in thought over Fu Ming’s final words.
’Fire?’
He looked down and saw the bonfire at his feet.
If there was any fire here, it was this bonfire. It was so conspicuous—gray, yet incredibly bright.
Fu Ming’s hint was perhaps obvious enough. Yang An slowly bent down to carefully examine the bonfire.
It was just an ordinary bonfire, and its fuel looked no different from the dead branches and fallen leaves scattered around.
But Yang An rembered that ever since he had arrived, he had never seen Fu Ming add any wood to the bonfire, and Fu Ming had constantly guarded it.
’It’s worth a try!’
He gently reached into the bonfire. The gray flas burned with a scorching heat, but for Yang An, it was nothing.
Smoke quickly rose from his hand as it burned, but it was also healing just as fast, preventing any real injury.
But to Yang An’s surprise, after a long mont, there was still no reaction.
Then, as if he’d realized sothing, he activated the Lighting Technique. A cluster of dark red flas instantly rose from his hand, overlapping with the gray fire of the bonfire.
The mont the two colored flas completely intertwined, a flood of new insights silently entered Yang An’s mind. At the sa ti, an information box popped up before his eyes.
[Source of the Xian Fire Lamp]: The first fla born at the dawn of the Xian Origin Land. It contains the entire history of the Xian Origin Land. Because it holds countless traces of the past, the fire’s source is inextinguishable, and the Xian Origin is thus inexhaustible. A spark was once taken by Elder Life Crane, Sect Leader of the Life Crane Sect, who used it to create the Lighting Technique. One who has mastered the Lighting Technique may exchange all of their blood for the Xian Fire.
Cost of Use: Exchange blood for fire, fill the body with fire. When using the Lighting Technique, the one who rges with the fire will be plunged into eternal madness.
Status: Purifiable!
Even though his mind was now filled with new information about the Xian Origin Land, Yang An imdiately focused on the contents of the info box. That was the most important thing.
He knew that if he didn’t nullify the cost, acting rashly could bring about its consequences.
After reading the contents of the info box, Yang An was both shocked and delighted.
He was shocked that the Lighting Fire actually ca from this bonfire—the so-called Xian Fire, also known as the Source of the Lamp.
’That Old Life Crane was really sothing else, to have co up with a Technique like this.’
He was delighted that he could exchange all his blood for the Xian Fire to strengthen his Lighting Technique. This was truly a great opportunity.
’Fu Ming and the others probably don’t know about this. After all, they exist here without physical bodies, as souls only.’
’Although they still spit up blood when injured, that’s a completely different concept from the bleeding of a physical body.’
After receiving this information, Yang An eagerly used Purification to erase the cost, ensuring he could safely strengthen his Lighting Technique later. Only then did he begin to process the strange new information and insights that had appeared in his mind.
A short while later, Yang An opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
He had reviewed all the information he received from the bonfire. It was just as Fu Ming had said, but for so reason, the version Fu Ming had told him wasn’t complete.
It was true that the Xian Origin Land, as the Yang Side, had detached from the Origin Realm. However, one couldn’t leave the Origin Realm through it just by reaching the pinnacle of cultivation.
One’s Cultivation Level was rely the requirent to enter the deeper layers of the Xian Origin. There was another condition: one had to sever their connection to the Origin Realm.
For Fu Ming and the others, who were already dead and existed only as souls, this connection to the Origin Realm no longer existed. Thus, this requirent didn’t apply to them, which was likely why they were unaware of it.
But Yang An was different. He was a living person. He hadn’t died; his physical body was intact, and his soul was alive. Even when his soul ca to the Gray Scale, his form remained vibrant, a stark contrast to the gray world around him.
In other words, besides entering the Xian Origin Land through death like Fu Ming and the others, the only other way was to reach the highest Cultivation Level and then personally sever one’s own connection to the Origin Realm.
He drew a parallel to his past life: just as one had to change their citizenship to emigrate, one had to sever their ties here. Otherwise, it was impossible to completely leave the Origin Realm.
As for how to sever this connection to the Origin Realm, he had no idea. The information he had received offered no thod.
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