A towering city wall stood not far ahead.
It was in the direction of the Northern Great Wall.
...
「At the sa ti.」
Atop Yulou Pass, a team of Sect disciples dressed in white, with Long Swords on their backs, listened intently to the teachings of a middle-aged Sword Cultivator before them.
"As long as you can slay a certain number of Demon Fiends and accumulate enough rit, you will earn the right to enter the Long Sky Secret Realm under our Dao Alliance."
"Rest assured, Martial Uncle. Yun Qing will not disgrace the na of the Five Elents Temple. I will take first place."
The tall, handso, and cheerful-looking man at the head of the group held his Long Sword with its tip pointing down, responding with complete confidence.
A few people beside him muttered in displeasure, "This guy is so arrogant. I wonder which Sect he’s from."
"That’s Li Yunqing of the Five Elents Temple, Daoist na Xuandu. I heard he’s already the closed-door disciple of Five Elents. He is the number one True Inheritor of the Five Elents Temple, and already a Great Cultivator at the Golden Core Realm."
"Only twenty years old and already in the Golden Core Realm? What kind of monster is he!"
Li Yunqing paid no mind to the discussions around him.
Instead, he stared out alone at the endless mountain ranges below the wall, inexplicably lost in thought.
’I feel like I’ve forgotten sothing.’
’But I can never seem to rember what.’
"Trouble! Demon Country Cultivators have been spotted near Yulou Pass! Assemble quickly!"
Li Yunqing snapped back to his senses, his gaze turning serious.
’No matter what, I have to win.’
’Ever since I was a child, I’ve never lost. I have to be the best at everything.’
"Do you really think my Demon Country is empty? A group of juniors dares to charge in here?"
Amidst the dozens of Great Wilderness Spirit Mountains, ripples of Demonic Qi surged, and a white-haired old man flew out.
He wore a tattered black Magic Robe covered in dirt, looking as if he had just crawled out from underground. He emanated the pressure of the Eighth Realm, and as the Demonic Qi inside him circulated, it actually produced a deafening roar.
’What a Demon.’
Li Yunqing was fearless, striking out directly with his sword.
Strangely, this light and flimsy-looking sword strike actually sent the old man flying back, coughing up blood.
The old man seed to be all bark and no bite, completely unable to withstand a single blow.
"Just you wait!"
After spitting out the threat, the old man in the Magic Robe fled at the speed of light.
"You’re not getting away!"
Li Yunqing imdiately gave chase, followed by many disciples from the Five Elents Temple and other Sects.
But unexpectedly, before they had chased him very far, the group arrived at a desolate mountainside.
Several auras suddenly appeared around them. A jet-black Demon Banner sealed the space, and Li Yunqing belatedly realized he had walked into an ambush.
"It seems this Puppet Body was useful after all."
A young man with a rotten, ugly face licked his lips.
"Let’s attack together! We’ll split the heads evenly!"
A Stone Race man, his entire body made of rock, couldn’t wait to make his move.
’These Human Race Cultivators are too stupid. How could they fall for sothing like this?’ Lu Mingyuan, who was watching from the side, comnted speechlessly.
"No one steal this from ! Stay your hands!"
The chosen ones from the Demon Country Divine Institute all attacked. They unleashed various Magical Treasures, and flashes of multi-colored light flickered, erupting with considerable power.
Soon, Li Yunqing and his group were trapped in a life-or-death situation.
"Senior Brother, let’s break out together!"
"Alright!"
Hearing the determined words of his junior brothers, Li Yunqing nodded heavily. "No need to hide any of our trump cards anymore."
"Still want to resist? A desperate struggle before death!"
Lu Mingyuan discovered that these chosen ones from the Demon Country were very strong. Their cultivation of the Great Prayer Divine Technique was extrely skillful and varied. His own Divine Cultivation was comparatively low.
Fortunately, he also had the boost from his Martial Arts Cultivation. However, he couldn’t reveal it easily, or he would be reported and suffer the wrath of a Celestial God.
In the blink of an eye, the battle was decided.
"Only one person escaped? That’s not great, is it?"
The disciples of the Five Elents Temple fought hard to break out, but in the end, only Li Yunqing managed to escape.
"Senior Brother Yun Qing, don’t look back!"
"Don’t worry about us!"
Li Yunqing gritted his teeth. Riding his sword, he sent a voice transmission: "I’ll go back for reinforcents! I’ll ask Master to save you!"
Lu Mingyuan’s ears twitched.
’Senior Brother Yun Qing...’
’It can’t be such a coincidence, can it?’
He glanced at Li Yunqing’s profile and found that he did indeed look extrely similar to Lu Yunqing.
’Under the matchmaking of the Scroll World, such a coincidence is actually possible.’
’Could the person who escaped be none other than Lu Yunqing?’
Looking at the man’s retreating back, Lu Mingyuan felt nothing. His heart was as still as water.
He now understood the pattern of these trials.
Each ti, he and Lu Yunqing would be placed in opposing camps, forcing a comparison to see whose Dao was the correct one.
In the last life, he had represented the side of the Great Yan’s new Celestial Mandate—the "correct" side—while the other was the force of the old Celestial Mandate.
In this life, the other was a righteous and well-established "Big Senior Brother," while he himself had pledged allegiance to the Demon Country.
It was a complete reversal.
Their respective circumstances had been swapped.
’Is the intention to test both the righteous Dao and the Demon Dao, one after the other?’
Lu Mingyuan was exceptionally clear-headed at this mont, as if he had understood the Scroll World’s intentions.
But why hadn’t Lu Yunqing recognized him?
That look in his eyes wasn’t an act. He truly didn’t recognize him.
No matter how many tis he was reincarnated, his appearance was always more or less the sa.
The only explanation was that the other man had forgotten him.
’It seems Lu Yunqing has also been deeply influenced by the Scroll World.’
Lu Mingyuan ca to this conclusion.
He was the only one who was minimally affected and could rember these things.
"These two corpses are mine. Any objections?"
Suddenly, a cold, snorting voice spoke up beside him.
The Corpse Race man who had previously commanded the Eighth Realm Combat Corpse spoke quite tyrannically to two Nether Race Cultivators with slightly lower Cultivation.
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