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Yan Xiaobao grabbed the small bottle, placed it in his storage stone, and then scanned the room one last ti. Finding nothing of interest, he imdiately decided to turn and leave.
Leaving the conference room, he saw Xiao Ning and three other experts awaiting his arrival. Not only them, but the group that originally entered the tomb was now standing there, watching Yan Xiaobao and his party.
This group had only three Saints, but all three were third-star Saints. Their power was superior, yet they all looked nervously at Xiao Ning. If he hadn’t been there, the group would have been attacked imdiately, but because he was there, his presence grieved them.
When they saw Yan Xiaobao, they beca even more worried. When Yan Xiaobao demonstrated his power, these Saints had been at the Gate of Heaven, and although he was now just an Emperor, his true strength was shown to equal that of the powerful Saint, Xiao Ning, beside him.
If before they thought of fighting, then upon seeing Yan Xiaobao, every thought on that subject vanished. When Yan Xiaobao showed no signs of attacking them, they felt relieved and showed no signs of trying to seize their treasures. Everyone seed to agree to be content with what they had.
"I need to cultivate for a day or two," Yan Xiaobao whispered to his friends standing beside him. "I need you four to protect . If anything happens, or if there’s trouble, please wake up. The breakthrough I’m experiencing won’t be affected by being woken, so don’t take any risks," Yan Xiaobao emphasized to his friends as the five of them moved into the room where Yan Xiaobao had earlier collected treasures.
Yan Xiaobao sat on the floor, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes, shifting his consciousness to his Lower Dantian.
"Good day, I’m Yan Xiaobao. Pleased to et you," he greeted the woman in the Dantian Cave warmly. This woman was as beautiful as Wan Qiao. However, her beauty was entirely different. She had a slender figure, with skin as dark as chocolate. She wore a green robe, and her eyes were as green as a dense forest. In the depths of her eyes, hostility was evident.
"I know you are also Yan Xiaobao," Yan Xiaobao continued, unconcerned with the hostility he saw. "We are one and the sa person. You just happen to be my past life. I know you know what happened with the wolf and the monk. We are all converged." He explained.
"Telling her all this most likely won’t do any good," he sighed inwardly. "But I can’t just forcibly absorb her, can I?" he questioned himself, but was shocked to realize that he could indeed forcibly absorb her. If she didn’t want to be absorbed, then he had no choice.
"You want to beco part of you, but what do I gain from it?" she asked clearly, the hostility evident in her voice. She had no way of transforming herself into past mories.
"You won’t disappear." Yan Xiaobao said slowly. "You beco a part of . You will live just as I do. Every ti I rge with the mories, I change, and those mories are what create you. You will live as part of forever," Yan Xiaobao spoke truthfully.
mories are part of him, and they have transford him from his past state into what he is now. rging with his old mories has changed him. His soul has been tempered each ti, and he knows it will happen again.
Yan Xiaobao was very worried. Though he painfully realized how the mories increased his strength ti and again, he also realized that every ti he rged with the mories, his personality changed. His soul would change, and he would no longer be who he was.
If he were to rge with the previous nine lives, what would beco of him? Would his forr self leave anything, or had he already disappeared long ago? Would his soul’s repeated transformations drive him mad? These thoughts always passed through Yan Xiaobao’s mind, but this young man was stubborn. He needed the strength from these mories to fight against An Hee.
Looking at Lady Darkness before him, Yan Xiaobao’s gaze beca more serious than ever. His expression made the lady take a step back, suspicion displayed on her face.
"You are not the one disappearing." Yan Xiaobao said in a tense voice. "Imagine having to make room for others. Obviously, I don’t have the power to erase you."
The lady’s expression beca increasingly doubtful. "I hate n." she suddenly said. "I am a witch from the Qian Plain. A person regarded with great respect. We beca the most powerful and outstanding experts in the world. We held control over life and death and were masters of the healing art." she declared with pride in her voice. "Sadly, I never reached the pinnacle. I struggled desperately but perished in a battle between two tribes."
"If I am to rge with you, you must ensure my dreams co true. I don’t know what it’s called in this world, either a therapist or Herbal Master, but you must reach the pinnacle. You must beco the strongest!" she said, her eyes burning fiercely, her voice carrying a hidden power.
A slight smile appeared on Yan Xiaobao’s lips as he was about to say sothing: "Everyone demands sothing from ! Do they think I’m the ssenger for everyone?! I’ve already defeated An Hee, forgotten about becoming the greatest alchemist!
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