Yang Jian did not say anything. He sat cross-legged in front of the stone platform and followed Suiren's instructions. He held the Xin Huo in his hand and carefully sensed its existence.
It was fire but not fire. It seemed mysterious but extraordinary.
That was the fire seed nurtured in the dark years when the race was almost wiped out in the ancient times. After igniting the flames of the human race in the five continents and the trichiliocosm, it accompanied Suiren in seclusion all year round.
It was not a treasure, nor was it a mystical ability like the Samadhi True Fire. It was born in the mortal world of the human race.
If the blood left behind by the humans all those years ago had turned into something, it would probably be this incessantly leaping flame.
Suiren said warmly, "You can nurture it in the spirit platform. Your incarnation and your main body seem to be connected to the same root. Your incarnation can absorb this fire."
"Yes," Yang Jian replied. He closed his eyes and focused, sensing carefully.
Gradually, the flame in his hand disappeared. This faint orange-red flame appeared in the hearts of Yang Jian's incarnation, his main body in the Chaos Sea and the Black Spirit World, and even the other incarnation sitting on the city wall of the Xuandu City.
A soft sigh from the ancient times seemed to sound everywhere in the Chaos Sea and the Four Wastelands and Nine Heavens.
He carried the path of the Nine Regions and built ten thousand cities with blood and bones.
There was no way back. How could there be spring and autumn?
Pictures gradually appeared in Yang Jian's heart. From Goddess Nuwa, who had a human body and a snake tail, to the beginning of the human race's prosperity and encountering many calamities …
This fire was the heavy history of the human race. It was the unwillingness and expectations of the young living beings who had died prematurely.
However, this ball of flame was extremely pure. Although it carried the weight of history, it shone with a glimmer of vitality and hope.
Suiren's deep voice shuttled through the image.
"It's not easy for the human race. It's not easy for all living beings. There's nothing in the Chaos. The world is chaotic and orderly. The human race was born in this world. This is the purity of the human race."
"However, the human race was born weak. They have to fight with all living beings and the world. In the end, they fought within the human race and killed each other. This is the stubbornness of the human race."
"All this time, the human race has never retreated, nor has it gone extinct because we lost someone. If this world has an end, then the human race also has an end. If the end is endless darkness, then only this ball of fire can reignite the human race's prosperity. "
"Yang Jian, since ancient times, what the Human Race needs is not a ruler, much less an emperor. What the Human Race needs is only hope."
Sui Sovereign's words slowly drifted away with a sigh. Yang Jian frowned and fell into deep thought. Through Sui Sovereign's guidance, he was experiencing the power of Xin Huo.
Gradually, Yang Jian felt a mysterious Dao rune that was beyond his understanding. However, this Dao rune only flashed for a moment before it sank into his mind.
He began to search hard.
In the stone cave, Suirenshi and Lord Black Spirit kept sending voice transmissions, as if they were afraid of disturbing Yang Jian's comprehension.
When family members reunited, they would probably look back on the past and talk about their experiences.
However, Lord Black Spirit did not mention much about that. Most of the time, he was asking Emperor Sui about how the human race had risen. Emperor Sui was also afraid that Lord Black Spirit would cause trouble in the Primordial World, so he kept reminding her to focus on the overall situation.
"Focus on the overall situation? Are you watching Uncle suffer here?"
"I'm not suffering," Suirenshi said warmly. "Although this is the Dao Ancestor's scheme to trap me here and restrict the development of the human race, it is also an opportunity for the human race. Because I gave up the position of the Heavenly Emperor that ruled the Three Realms, the Dao Ancestor did not support another race to go against the human race. "
"If only the Dao Ancestor didn't die," Lord Black Spirit muttered softly. There was killing intent in his eyes.
Suirenshi could only smile bitterly. "Qi 'er, your hostility is too strong. It's not easy for you to cultivate. I'm very pleased that you can achieve what you have today. However … why is your aura mixed with so much brutality? "
Lord Black Spirit did not say anything. He only took off the ghost mask.
Behind the mask was an ordinary face that Yang Jian often saw. It was not ugly, nor was it beautiful. However, a wisp of light circulated gently, and another face gradually appeared.
It should have been an outstanding beauty, but there was a pitch-black ancient word brand on her forehead, adding to the strangeness.
Her face was extremely pale. Her long and narrow phoenix-like eyes, long eyelashes, and tiny black scales crawling on both sides of her face …
She closed her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. Then, she put on the ghost mask again.
"Longevity, carefree, becoming a Saint, immortality. These have nothing to do with me. I can struggle to this day only to take revenge and kill the Demon Master, Kun Peng."
Apart from being unable to bear it and feeling heartache, what else could Suirenshi do?
He was already half-crippled and could not do anything for Chu Qi.
"If Yang Jian had not insisted on me coming back, I would have never returned to the Primordial World in my life," Lord Black Spirit muttered softly and put on his mask.
Suiren seemed to have seen some hope. He sent a voice transmission. "How did you meet Yang Jian? Can you tell Third Uncle? "
"I once built a faction beside the Xuandu City in order to enter the Xuandu City one day to search for the opportunity to become a Saint. I met him for the first time when I attacked the Xuandu City," Lord Black Spirit answered calmly. The corners of his mouth behind the mask twitched. "If I had used my full strength back then, I might have killed him with a slap."
Suiren smiled bitterly.
He had become enemies with the Dao Sect and almost killed Yang Jian …
"Then how did you get to know each other and become friends?"
"Friends? A wisp of my essence soul was controlled by him. Moreover, he wanted to deal with Kun Peng. I just listened to him for now. "
If not for the fact that Suiren could not move freely, he would have already supported his forehead with both hands.
Lord Black Spirit sneered. "He had a leap in cultivation level after hundreds of years of seclusion. At that time, he wanted to kill me. It was only the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du who appeared that I had my current life."
"The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du is really a kind-hearted cultivation expert." Suiren tried his best to instill some positive and warm thoughts in Lord Black Spirit.
However …
"Uncle, don't be deceived by that hypocritical person, Great Daoist Master Xuan Du. He's good at deceiving others. He has always relied on his high cultivation level to tease others. He's even more black-bellied and shameless. He's even more proficient in controlling the Spirit Core and the essence soul than me, who cultivates the Fiend Dao."
Suiren was speechless. In the end, he could only sigh and stop persuading her.
"However," Lord Black Spirit seemed to have opened his mouth. He pondered for a while and sent a voice transmission, "Yang Jian is a good person. He's trustworthy. Moreover, he doesn't think that he's a hero who the Six Saints think highly of to save the Three Realms."
"When conquering the Chaos Spirits, he killed when he needed to and used schemes and tricks when he needed to. The only shortcoming is that he's too soft-hearted sometimes. He's nervous all day long and feels that the great calamity will arrive tomorrow. He can't wait to become a Saint of the Great Dao the next moment."
"It's not like all the other experts in this world are dead. It's unnecessary for me to worry about the entire Living World."
After cursing, Lord Black Spirit seemed to have vented his anger.
There was a hint of peace and playfulness in Suiren's eyes. He looked at Lord Black Spirit and only said, "If you think that Yang Jian is not bad, follow him from now on. He is not a bad person to be recognized by the flame. "
Lord Black Spirit snorted, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the word "follow".
The pair of martial nephews fell into a day of silence until Lord Black Spirit spoke.
"Uncle, I'll go to North Sea to take a look."
Suiren instructed her not to cause trouble for the demons, not to kill indiscriminately, and not to go deep into North Sea. Then, he let her go on her own.
After Lord Black Spirit left, Suiren lowered his head and looked at Yang Jian's incarnation sitting in front of the stone platform. His gaze was rather complicated.
There was some careful hope, but also a little worry and relief.
When Yang Jian was comprehending the flame, his main body and his two incarnations fell into a mysterious realm at the same time. They floated for more than a month. When Yang Jian woke up, he sat in front of the stone platform in a daze for a while.
He seemed to have comprehended something and forgotten something.
It seemed to be a crucial comprehension for his future, but he could not remember it no matter how he thought about it. It was as if it was a dream.
"Little Black, ahem, where's Princess Chu Qi?"
"She went to the North Sea," Suiren said. "Don't worry. Shennong and Xuanyuan followed her."
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Lord Black Spirit would cause trouble in the Primordial World.
Suiren said, "If you're fine, go back."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Yang Jian stood up and thanked him.
"There's no need to thank me. You used your body to carry the flame. I should be the one thanking you." Suiren chuckled and his eyes were filled with emotions. "It's inconvenient for me to move. I won't send you off. Go."
Yang Jian bowed and Suiren slowly closed his eyes.
The empty stone pillars, dozens of black chains, and lonely beams of light …
The Heavenly Emperor, Suiren, had led the human race out of the Dark Abyss. He had been there for countless years.
Yang Jian secretly made up his mind. If he could break through to the Saint realm in the future, he would definitely come here to help Suiren out of seclusion.
Qianhong …
The poison left behind by the Dao Ancestor was far from being cleaned up. However, powerful enemies had already appeared in the Three Realms and occupied the Netherworld Stream.
He did not know when they would attack. Yang Jian began to think about whether he should bring Yohime to the Chaos Sea. That seemed to be a relatively safe place.
"You're finally out." Shennong's voice sounded from ahead. Yang Jian looked up and saw Shennong and Zhen Yuan Zi waiting for him at the end of the passageway.
Yang Jian bowed and said, "Senior, I've made you wait for a long time."
The two of them bowed and returned the greeting. Shennong asked, "Little friend, do you have no way to help Emperor Suiren escape?"
"I'm willing, but I don't have the strength." Yang Jian could only shake his head helplessly.
Zhen Yuan Zi sighed and said, "Back then, Emperor Suiren suddenly disappeared. Then, the Fire Cloud Cave appeared. Emperor Suiren refused to see any guests. I sensed that there must be something fishy about it. Who knew … if I had not deduced this matter in the Heavenly Dao by chance before the One-Yuan Meeting, I would not have known that Emperor Suiren would have suffered such torture. "
Shennong said, "Fortunately, it's all over. Qianhong is dead."
"However, those existences have already attacked." Zhen Yuan Zi shook his head and looked at Yang Jian. "I'm waiting here for nothing else. I just want to make an appointment with you. If your cultivation level is difficult later, you must come to the Five Village Temple. I might be able to help you take a step forward. "
Yang Jian was shocked. He knew that a mighty figure like Zhen Yuan Zi would not speak without reason. He thanked him and agreed.
He was about to look for Little Black and tell her not to go crazy in the Primordial World. There was still a battle in the Chaos Sea waiting for her to return. However, just as he was about to bid farewell to Zhen Yuan Zi, an extremely fast black shadow flew in front of Yang Jian.
Speak of the devil.
"You …"
"Something happened." Master Black Spirit did not waste her breath. She opened her hand and a walnut-like bead was covered in cracks.
"What's wrong?"
"The group of Wu people you asked to escort should have encountered trouble. One of the Quasi-Saint Chaos Spirits died."
"Go after them." Yang Jian's voice was not anxious. He slowly closed his eyes. "I'll go and welcome them. Don't be anxious. Be careful not to fall into the enemy's trap."
Zhen Yuan Zi said, "Do you need me to go with you?"
Yang Jian did not respond. His mind returned to his main body.
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