It was impossible to revive an immemorial dead person, especially one that was completely dead. Everyone in the world knew that it was impossible!
Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed as he stared coldly at the demon. He snorted, "You shouldn't joke about the death of a hero!"
"There are many things that you don't know. Don't treat ignorance as truth. As long as you tell me where Lord Yan Emperor's corpse is, I'll give you some benefits." The demon's fingertips trembled as two seeds appeared. She said indifferently, "This is the Nine-Colored Brahma Heart Seed. It can help you revive two people. However, with your strength, you can only revive someone who died within a million years. Moreover, you must have a complete corpse. It's impossible to revive someone older than that. It's also unrealistic to not have a corpse."
Ye Qinghan's hair stood on end. He was excited and trembling. However, he was more nervous and afraid. How could he not want to revive someone in his heart? However, he was afraid that this demon would give him hope and then disappoint him. He was afraid that she was playing with him.
At this moment, Ye Chenxing said in a low voice, "Boss, in the Ancient Era, there was an ancient rumor that each color of the Nine-Colored Brahma Heart Fruit represented a life. Every 100 million years, it would bear a fruit, and there would be a period of nine fruits. If these fruits were planted on a person's corpse, they would be able to gather the corpse's soul through the supreme order. It could bring a person back to life within a thousand years, and it could also greatly increase that person's strength. Because the corpse would absorb all of the essence of the Nine-Colored Brahma Heart Fruit, it could allow that person to ascend to the Immortal Realm within a thousand years.
Ye Qinghan's scalp went numb as goosebumps appeared all over his body. He stared at the two fruits with a sharp gaze. He knew that they contained an endless amount of energy, but he couldn't tell that they could bring someone back from the dead.
"However, this thing can't be grown without a method. It is said that in the immemorial era, only the Yan Emperor's Crown Prince managed to grow a Nine-Colored Brahma Heart Seed." Ye Chenxing whispered.
The Nine-Colored Brahma Heart Seed nodded and said indifferently, "Just as this little guy said, without a method, it is impossible to grow a Nine-Colored Brahma Heart Seed, let alone bring someone back to life."
The key was the method.
"His Highness Yan Emperor is at Crying Ghost Ridge! As long as you can find the Yan Clan's Shakyamuni Elder, you will be able to find the corpse of the Yan Emperor, "Ye Qinghan said in a deep voice.
"Thank you!"
Whoosh whoosh!!
With a flash of her hand, the fairy threw the two fruits to Ye Qinghan. She said calmly, "Use your blood and will to feed the seeds. After feeding them for three months, plant them in the mouth of the corpse of the person you wish to revive. Then, drip a drop of blood onto the seeds every day. Every morning, sincerely recite the Reincarnation Codex from the Human Dao. After a thousand years at most and a hundred years at least, the corpse will gather its dissipated soul through the Nine-Colored Brahman Heart Fruit. The corpse will also begin to devour the fruit. Even if the soul successfully gathers, it may not awaken in a short period of time. It may take a very long time for it to digest the energy within the fruit."
Holding the two fruits, Ye Qinghan's heart trembled. Mu Zhuang, Sage of Universal Love and the others had died in the war back then. Not even a million years had passed since then. Additionally, the temporal order in Sikong Tan Lang's world was different from the temporal order in the Immortal Plane. The one million years of temporal order in Eternal World was probably only 1% of the temporal order in the Immortal Plane.
Ka ka ka!
Ye Qinghan clenched his fists, afraid that the fruits would fly away.
"Thank you, senior!" Ye Qinghan bowed.
Whoosh — — —
The fairy ignored Ye Qinghan. After obtaining the Flame Emperor's location, her figure flashed and disappeared without a trace. Even with the Flame Ancestor's Eyes, Ye Qinghan could not find any trace of her. This person was as strong as the fourth form of the Immemorial Stage. She was probably not much weaker than the Flame Emperor at his peak.
Hiss hiss hiss!
Hu — — —
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath. He looked at Ye Chenxing and asked hoarsely, "Do you think what she said is credible?"
Ye Chenxing hurriedly nodded and said, "If someone else were to say this, it would only be a legend. However, I feel that it is very reliable since it came from her own mouth. However, I feel that it is very possible for someone as powerful as His Majesty Flame Emperor to be resurrected once his soul dies in battle."
Ye Qinghan's fingers trembled. He hid the two fruits of the Nine-Colored Brahman Heart in the Human Dao Emperor Pagoda as if he was afraid that he would lose them.
"Bring me to the ruins of the Yan Clan's treasury," Ye Qinghan said in a deep voice.
At this moment, Ye Qinghan had already decided to resurrect Mu Zhuang and the Universal Love Saint before fighting Dao Master. He could afford to waste a thousand years! Even if he lost in the future, he would not regret it because he could not let go of his guilt towards Mu Zhuang and the Universal Love Saint.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — — —
Whoosh!
The two of them flew away. At this moment, Sovereign Ye was already scared out of his wits. He did not dare to leave Ye Qinghan's side and chased after them.
After traveling for more than two hours, they arrived at an ancient ruin. There were broken walls and ruined cities everywhere. Some of the flags of the Yan Clan's tribes were still swaying in the wind. However, they were already so old that only half of them were left.
The ruins of the Yan Clan's tribes. In the past, the Yan Clan had countless tribes and multiplied quickly. Coupled with their monstrous talents, they attracted the jealousy of the immortals and gods, who wanted to kill and enslave them.
Whoosh!
The three of them stepped on the desolate ruins. Sovereign Ye was fine, but Ye Qinghan and Ye Chenxing were very upset.
Ye Chenxing had been here countless times. Every time he came, he would take away a portion of the resources and pay respects to his ancestors. This tribe was his mother's tribe. He was born in this tribe, and the few elders who escorted him away were also elders of this tribe.
A large grave stood tall with the words "Grave of the Yan Clan's Martyrs" engraved on it.
Ye Chenxing came forward and respectfully kowtowed nine times. He said in a deep voice, "The inheritor of my clan has appeared. I pray for the martyrs to protect us and restore the glory of the Yan Clan!"
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan slowly knelt down and kowtowed nine times. These people of the Yan Clan were all sacrifices of war. Since he had accepted the Yan Emperor's inheritance, he had the bloodline of the Yan Clan. These people were his clansmen.
"Rest in peace, martyrs. One day, I will let the Yan Clan stand upright in the Ancient Immortal World and let the immortals and gods worship us!" Ye Qinghan said in a deep voice.
Wu wu wu!
Whoosh!
Desolate winds wreaked havoc on the ground. Smoke and dust rose everywhere. Only ragged battle flags fluttered in the wind. It looked particularly sad.
Pa!
Ye Qinghan stood up and patted Ye Chenxing's shoulder. He whispered, "My condolences. Trust me, I will let the Yan Clan rise again!"
"Yes! Boss, I believe in you! " Ye Chenxing's hatred for the Primordial God Tribe and the Primordial Ancient Immortals was much stronger than Ye Qinghan's. This was because he had personally seen the Yan Clan's tribe flattened. He had seen the Yan Clan's elders slaughtered. He had seen the women of the Yan Clan being humiliated and the children of the Yan Clan being trampled on. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to bring glory to the Yan Clan. Unfortunately, his strength did not allow him to do so.
Supreme Ye looked at the tattered battle flags and the desolate ruins. Finally, he fixed his gaze on a mountain range in the depths of the ruins. That was the place where fate gathered. Even though it was in ruins now, it was the most likely place to hide treasures.
Sure enough, Ye Chenxing brought Ye Qinghan with him and charged towards the mountain range. The area was densely covered with ancient killing spells, and defensive seals had carved the mountain rocks into an iron wall. No one would be able to forcefully open the treasury here.
This was the last trace of the Yan Clan's tribe.
"It's here." Ye Chenxing pointed to the depths of the mountain range and said helplessly, "I was still young when the defensive seals were set up. I didn't understand at all and didn't know how to do it. So now, I have no way of opening the treasury."
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed. He took out the Human Dao Emperor Pagoda. Its light enveloped the entire mountain range. As long as it was the Yan Clan's seal, the Human Dao Emperor Pagoda could be opened.
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