Haoran Heaven and Earth.
In the depths of the Earth Fire Mountain Range in the southern part of the Tranquil Continent, lava flowed like crimson blood.
The Earth Fire Mountain Range that stretched for thousands of miles shook violently, as if the end of the world had arrived.
In the northern part of the continent, a terrifying demonic shadow slowly materialized in the depths of the void. It looked at each other from a distance. Wherever its gaze fell, the light seemed to fade away, and darkness swallowed everything.
In the west, a roar echoed from the depths of the extremely cold underground. Thousands of beasts trembled and pressed their foreheads against the hard ground.
At the mouth of a volcano that constantly spewed out hot lava, a three-legged bronze cauldron floated high in the air. The bronze cauldron was so large that it seemed to be able to block out the sun. Numerous fiery dragons were carved on its surface, and they emitted a thick blood aura that was as vast as the sea. They were crazily swimming about, cruelly and greedily pulling nine blazing flames that rushed out of the mouth of the volcano.
The nine crimson flames were connected to the nine Fire Origin Ponds in the Earth Fire Mountain Range. At this moment, as if they were being pulled by force, they shot straight into the bronze cauldron and disappeared.
The inside of the cauldron was a strange little world of its own.
Countless unknown, dazzling, and mysterious ancient runes exuded an ancient, boundless, and mysterious aura. They fluttered in the vast world of the cauldron like butterflies, like billions of gods.
It was a huge pill that was overflowing with light. Lightning and divine light interweaved, and within it were nine threads of flame that shuttled back and forth.
The pill constantly twisted and shook, shooting out multicolored motes of memory. In the depths of every mote of light, there were scenes that appeared, and they were scenes of life experiences.
The light spots were like dazzling fireworks that disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Senior Martial Brother, the effect of the Reincarnation Pill isn't right!"
Suddenly, a shrill cry came from a fuzzy gray shadow inside the pill.
The cry was filled with fear, anger, and finally despair and sorrow.
"Of course it's not right." Zhong Chichen's expression was indifferent. He quietly looked at the Reincarnation Pill that carried all of Honch's soul imprints and said softly, "Goodbye, my good junior martial brother."
The huge pill suddenly shrank in an extremely strange manner. The nine fiery threads inside suddenly lit up, as if they were tearing through space and time.
In the end, the pill condensed to the size of a grain of rice, and it suddenly blossomed with dazzling divine light before vanishing.
A few days later, the Medicine God Sect announced to the world that Honch had lost control of himself during the refinement process.
The position of Sect Leader of the Medicine God Sect was replaced by his Senior Brother, Zhong Chichen.
Three hundred years later.
Qianxuan Continent, Silver Moon Empire, Anyue City, Yu Town.
The night was dark.
Around the ancestral hall of the Yu Clan, a family of medicinal herbs, a cold wind whistled, and withered leaves swirled in the air.
"Souls come back, souls come back!"
A gray-robed old man was walking around the ancestral hall, shaking a bronze bell. Along with the tinkling of the bronze bell, the old man let out gloomy and gloomy roars now and then, as if an evil spirit was weeping in the depths of hell.
Four Spirit Summoning Banners were erected at the four corners of the ancestral hall. The banners fluttered in the wind, and the ghosts engraved on the banners were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as if they were about to break free and devour people.
After a long time, the old man silently stopped and shook his head at the old man of the Yu Clan, indicating that there was nothing he could do.
The old man, Yu Can, whose legs had been broken many years ago, sat paralyzed in a wooden wheelchair with a sorrowful expression. "Elder Ning, is my grandson really never coming back?"
Ning Ji put away the bronze bell and glanced at the ancestral hall. After a moment of silence, he said, "Humans are born with three souls: heaven, earth, and human. The earth soul gathers memories, the heaven soul unlocks intelligence, and the human soul controls one's flesh and blood, all actions, and cultivation.
"Young Master Yu … is different from ordinary people. Early on, I determined that among the three souls, only the human soul was born with the human soul.
"As for the earth soul and heaven soul, for some reason, they have never appeared.
"Young Master Yu has been unable to remember what happened in the past, and he can't remember the lessons and lessons he learned. It's all because the earth soul has disappeared, so his life experiences and memories can't be imprinted and gathered.
"As for his muddleheadedness and impermanence, it's because the heaven soul hasn't appeared, so his intelligence … is muddled.
"However, even though the earth soul and heaven soul are important, the human soul is the key to life and death. The human soul is also known as the life soul and the main soul. As long as the human soul exists, a person will never die.
"Even though he has been muddleheadedness and doesn't remember the past, because his human soul is still intact, he has lived for seventeen years.
"But now, it's his human soul that is in big trouble!"
Every word Ning Ji said was like a sharp blade that pierced into Yu Can's heart, causing him so much pain that he wanted to die.
Ever since his son and daughter-in-law had died, and his enemies had broken his legs, Yu Can had given up on the Yu Clan's glory. He had only hoped that his grandson, who had been born with a defect, would be able to give birth to a son, so that the Yu Clan would have a successor.
But now …
"Patriarch, since the young master's soul has already disappeared, we'd better deal with the aftermath as soon as possible."
Then, a short old man flew into the courtyard and stood in front of Yu Can's wheelchair. After bowing slightly, he looked down at Yu Can and said, "My condolences, patriarch. No one wants anything to happen to the young master, but what's done is done. For the sake of the Yu Clan's future, we'd better make a decision as soon as possible."
As soon as the old man arrived, the four Soul-summoning Banners in the four corners of the ancestral hall and the ferocious ghosts engraved on them seemed to have turned from living creatures to dead creatures. They didn't seem to want to struggle at all, and instead, quieted down.
If one took a closer look, they would discover that the engravings were rapidly fading away, as if they were ink that was being washed away by water.
"You!"
Ning Ji roared. Just as he was about to denounce Yu Can, his aura suddenly became chaotic, and he felt four streams of strange energy rolling out of the Soul-summoning Banners like torrents.
PUFF!
Ning Ji couldn't withstand it. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale and his body trembled violently.
"Brother Ning!"
The veins on Yu Can's hands bulged as he roared furiously, "Yin Jue, what did you do?!"
"Mister Ning, you're merely at the Golden Hall Realm. Do you really think you're helping the young master to return his soul by setting up a Soul-summoning Formation with a damaged Soul-summoning Banner?" Yin Jue snorted coldly and waved his sleeve. "What makes you think you can do something that even I can't?"
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Whoosh! Four azure streaks of light shot out of his sleeve like cold lightning and entered the four Soul-summoning Banners.
The banners suddenly split into pieces, and the ghosts and spirits that were restrained within them instantly transformed into smoke and dissipated.
Ning Ji collapsed to the ground and was drenched in sweat. Dirty blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes and ears, causing him to look like the ghost within the banners from before.
"Patriarch, you've seen it for yourself. This Mister Ning you invited has a weak cultivation. He can't even withstand a single blow from me." Yin Jue suddenly sighed and said, "I've already tried all the methods that I should try with Young Master. So long as there's a trace of hope, how could I let it go? "
"Young Master was killed by all of you!"
Outside the courtyard, a young violet clothed maidservant stuck her head out and pointed at Yin Jue as she berated loudly. "I saw it with my own two eyes. It was you, it was you who killed the young master!"
"Audacious lowly maidservant!" Yin Jue shouted in a low voice.
A clump of dark green flames suddenly floated out from the tip of his finger, and a ghastly and icy cold aura spread out from the clump of flames. Instantly, it floated above the violet clothed maidservant and writhed in midair.
The cold energy transformed into a green mist that poured into the maidservant!
The violet clothed maidservant was swiftly frozen from head to toe at a speed visible to the eye. In a short period of a few breaths of time, the beautiful young woman had already become a beautiful and tragic ice sculpture, and all her vitality had been temporarily frozen.
Her expression seemed to have been eternally frozen in rage and anger, and it was impossible for it to change in the slightest.
"Yin Jue!"
Yu Can slammed his hands on the wheelchair in an attempt to sit up, but he forgot that his legs were already broken. Instead, he lost control of his emotions and fell from the wheelchair to the ground, just like Ning Ji. His forehead was hit by the hard bluestone, and he was in a sorry state.
Yin Jue, who had attacked twice, didn't move. He was still standing in the same place, and Yu Can just happened to fall in front of his feet.
"Patriarch." Yin Jue bent down and tore off his hypocritical mask. His eyes were cold as he said in a dark and gloomy voice, "You know very well why my young miss married that stupid son of yours. Your Yu Family's internal and external troubles were all solved by my young miss. If it weren't for my young miss, your Yu Family would have been destroyed long ago.
"My young miss worked for your Yu Family for half a year in vain, and you still refused to give her what she wanted. My young miss can wait, but we can't."
Two clumps of dark purple ghostly flames suddenly formed in the depths of Yin Jue's eyes.
Small talismans could be seen in the depths of the ghostly flames. Like spots of starlight, they seemed to be able to seize souls and refine people's hearts.
The flames of fury in Yu Can's eyes were instantly extinguished. He felt as if his forehead had been cut by a cold, icy blade, and an evil will was forcibly seeping into his forehead from between his eyebrows.
"If you don't want to tell me, I'll dig it out myself!"
As Yin Jue let out a fierce cry, a thin, blood-colored line suddenly appeared between Yu Can's eyebrows.
Yu Can's pupils were rapidly filled with the color of blood, as if his eyeballs would explode in the next second.
"Elder Yin! Stop! "
A clear, cold cry suddenly echoed out from outside the Yu Clan's ancestral mansion. It sounded like the cry of a phoenix, but also like a sharp, icy sword that pierced into everyone's chests.
Numerous agile birds that were condensed from pure spiritual power flew over and wandered around the Yu Clan's ancestral mansion.
"Crack!"
The thick layer of ice that covered the purple-robed servant girl was pecked into pieces by the birds. One of the birds turned into a warm current that flowed into her slightly plump breasts, where it helped her regulate her flesh aura and restore her life force.
As the other birds flew, they suddenly morphed into magnificent talismans that emanated dazzling light, filling the entire courtyard with abundant spiritual power.
A mysterious spell formation that could gather spiritual power and suppress evil spirits came to form in a split second.
Both Ning Ji and Yu Can suddenly felt comfortable, as if they were bathed in the nourishment of endless light. Both the mental exhaustion and physical injuries they had suffered gradually recovered.
Yin Jue bowed his head and let out a soft sigh. Withdrawing all of his spells, he floated away like an illusory ghost in the night.
"Grandpa Yu, I'll be strict with my servants. My condolences. As for the engagement, now that Yu Yuan is dead, I'll report it to my father. We'll meet in a few days and cancel it as soon as possible.
"In the meantime, I'll continue to spend more effort on the Yu Clan's behalf, and take care of all the troublesome matters that I can see."
The clear, cold voice gradually faded away. The person who had spoken didn't show up the whole time.
Moments later, after Yu Can, Ning Ji, and the purple-robed servant girl had mostly recovered from their injuries, the mysterious spell formation morphed into birds and flew into the distance again.
"Grandpa, it's all Yin Jue's fault!"
The purple-robed servant girl and Ning Ji couldn't hold back their indignation after helping Yu Can back to his wheelchair. "Yin Jue, that vicious old dog! If he stays in the Yu Clan, he'll get everyone in the clan killed sooner or later!"
"Stop talking." Sitting in his wheelchair, Yu Can stared blankly at the ancestral hall where his grandson was placed, and muttered in a low voice, "Is my grandson really never coming back?"
"Yin Jue is right," Ning Ji said. "My cultivation base is still at the Golden Hall stage. If there was a Yin Spirit expert present, he might be able to see through all the clues in Young Master's mind. He might even be able to use some heaven-defying means to stop Young Master's soul from dissipating. "Ning Ji said helplessly.
"Yin Spirits! How many Yin Spirits do we have in the Silver Moon Empire? How can we, the downtrodden Yu Clan, be qualified to make friends with people like them who can travel thousands of miles with their Yin Spirits? " The light in Yu Can's eyes gradually dimmed as he said with a heart full of despair, "My grandson is gone. I'd rather destroy that thing than give it to them!"
"Be careful of what you say!" Ning Ji exclaimed softly. Seeing that Yu Can's expression wasn't right, he gave the purple-robed servant girl a meaningful glance.
"Old Master, you should go and rest. The Young Master is still breathing, and he hasn't really died yet. There might still be a chance. Don't take things too hard."
Without saying anything, the purple-robed servant girl pushed the wheelchair out of the courtyard in a hurry.
"There's no chance of a chance." After they left, Ning Ji remained silent for a while before muttering, "He's not going to make it through tonight." With these words, he shook his head and walked out of the courtyard.
The courtyard gradually fell into a deathly silence.
In the second half of the night, the sky above the ancestral hall suddenly changed. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and space twisted rapidly.
Two crisscrossing spatial rifts suddenly appeared in the sky. At the intersection of the two crisscrossing spatial rifts, dazzling light burst out. Then, two gloomy shadows flew out of the spatial rifts and disappeared into the ancestral hall.
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