I picked up the scattered attributes

The air seemed to freeze completely, time seemed to pass in a single breath, yet also in countless years. The village chief's palm stopped in front of Feng Xia, and all the attacks vanished into thin air.

His expression was somewhat blank, and somewhat incredulous.

"Really... really is you?"

"Of course it's me."

Feng Xiang nodded with a smile, his tone and demeanor revealing no flaw whatsoever.

However, deep down, he was completely certain of one thing—the magic seal that the village chief spoke of never actually existed in the first place!

If it really existed, the village chief should have brought it out from the beginning, instead of letting out that hysterical roar when he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

As early as when he was talking with his mother, Feng Xia had already suspected that there might indeed be such a national advisor in the history of Lingyun Kingdom. However, apart from His Majesty the Emperor Lu Tiancheng, no one else had ever seen him.

So he just stood there and did nothing.

Plan pass√

"Why...why did you only arrive now?"

Upon receiving Feng Xia's affirmative answer, the village chief swayed, lost his balance, and collapsed to the ground: "So many years have passed... and you still haven't appeared... we all thought you had already..."

"……Feel sorry."

After a moment of silence, Feng Xia slowly uttered two words.

At times like this, anything you say will be wrong.

Apologizing to me won't help.

The village chief shook his head with difficulty. He was silent for a moment, then his spirits lifted and he said, "Speaking of which, now that you have reappeared, doesn't that mean the horn of counterattack has sounded...?"

Feng Xia immediately shook his head: "Don't ask about the secrets of heaven."

He thought for a moment and then added:

"His Majesty has his own plans."

Regardless of whether Lingyun Kingdom truly had a backup plan, he naturally couldn't ramble on here, otherwise it would only arouse suspicion. So he quickly changed the subject, put his hands behind his back, and said leisurely:

"Let's talk about your experiences over the years."

“His Majesty…” The village chief paused, “He is certainly right. All these years, we have been following the orders from back then…”

Feng Xia silently acted as a listener.

At the same time, he finally gained a general understanding of the true history that happened back then.

In the past, the Lingyun Calamity erupted with incredible speed, irresistible and unstoppable. One defensive line after another was quickly torn apart, and countless lives were lost, thus ushering in the arrival of destruction.

Even the contingency plans prepared by Emperor Lingyun were of little use; under the terrible calamity, they could at best barely survive.

Darkness descended, boundless and enveloping the entire Xuan Yuan world.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a mysterious person claiming to be the Grand Preceptor of Lingyun appeared, saying that he had been preparing for this day since the founding of Lingyun Kingdom.

His appearance was like a faint but steadfast beacon, illuminating the path forward for the survivors in the boundless darkness.

"Upon receiving your order, we mobilized a total of seventy-two True Spirit Realm experts to move the ancestral temple here, suppressing the source of the strange phenomenon and isolating ourselves from the world ever since. One hundred and ninety-six years later, a fellow calling himself Yan Luosheng came to us, saying that he was here on behalf of the Lord of the Three Lives Palace to establish an immortal inheritance site..."

Master of the Three Lives Palace?

Upon hearing those words, Feng Xia's heart skipped a beat.

If it were when he first transmigrated, he naturally wouldn't know the meaning of those words.

However, he later learned from Yan Wuyou, the enchantress of the Hundred Nether Sect, who the so-called Lord of the Three Lives Palace was...

Lu Chenhai, the sixteenth prince of Lingyun Kingdom and the first master of the Three Lives Palace!

Yan Wuyou is a descendant of the Yan family of the Three Lives Palace.

"Yan Luosheng... wait, could this guy be the first Demon Emperor?" Feng Xia suddenly realized a question, and his expression became quite interesting. "The first Demon Emperor was one of Chen Hai's subordinates?"

"Wait a minute! Doesn't that mean that Yan Wuyou... is still the little princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom?"

As Feng Xia pondered, a silly face appeared in her mind.

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Chapter 0369

In Feng Xia's memory, Yan Wuyou's first impression was... this girl is a bit silly.

Of course, Feng Xia only realized later that it was actually just a beautiful... well, in short, a misunderstanding.

After all, when Feng Xia first met Yan Wuyou, this girl relied on her amazing illusion skills and liked to put on a monologue whenever she had nothing to do. She would also pretend to be looking at the scenery and wander around aimlessly. In Feng Xia's eyes, wasn't she just silly?

Later, Yan Wuyou kept boasting that he was the last disciple of the Old Ancestor of the Dust Sea, and as a result, he was given a good lesson by Feng Xia.

Although the misunderstanding was eventually cleared up, the impression of him being silly and foolish was basically impossible to erase.

What kind of cunning witch from the Hundred Nether Sect is she who manipulates countless people? Anyone who says that must be a fool.

Now, the thought that Yan Wuyou might be a descendant of the first Demon Emperor, practically the direct descendant of the current generation's little princess, fills Feng Xia with a myriad of emotions...

Damn retarded.

"The...the Imperial Advisor?"

As if sensing Feng Xia's emotional fluctuations, the village chief raised his head somewhat fearfully and cautiously glanced at Feng Xia.

In the eyes of those younger generations, he was a senior master who lived in seclusion here, but to the former Grand Preceptor of Lingyun Kingdom, he was still just a junior.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally thought of some things from the past."

Feng Xia shook his head, pulling himself out of his memories, and nodded slightly, saying, "Go on."

The village chief nodded, showing no suspicion.

Shortly after Yan Luosheng left, the villagers sensed that the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth outside was fluctuating and undergoing some strange change!

"We have long been integrated with the ancestral temple. Although we possess great power and a near-immortal body, we are unable to leave this place, so we are unaware of what is happening in the outside world."

Even today, more than three thousand years later, the village chief's expression is still full of sighs: "Back then, we were all terrified, thinking that the great calamity of that year was not over, and that it would not only destroy everything, but also turn this land on which we depended for survival into an eternal wasteland..."

No, I think you make a lot of sense...

Feng Xia murmured silently to himself.

It seems that the village chief and his group were indeed unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Three thousand years have passed, and the outside world has undergone tremendous changes. The primordial energy of heaven and earth has been depleted, the lineage has been severed, supernatural powers have declined, and the aura of the end times has enveloped every corner.

For the remnants of the Lingyun clan, this was undoubtedly an extremely hopeless future.

"The fluctuations in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth that the village chief mentioned are most likely related to the Dharma-ending Age of later generations. And what about the Immortal Inheritance Site that the first Demon Emperor King Yan Luosheng mentioned? Could it be the Demon Emperor's Tomb?"

Feng Xia's eyes flickered slightly. The village chief didn't say much, but to him, it was more precious than any divine weapon or secret manual!

Ancient times and true history are no longer completely shrouded in mist, but are gradually revealing their true faces to the wind and summer.

"In a sense, the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum is indeed a place of inheritance! After all, under normal circumstances, it is understandable to build a luxurious mausoleum, but to create a separate world inside the mausoleum, attracting countless inheritances, and even setting it to open only once every ten years..."

Is this because they think their own grave isn't being robbed fast enough?

However, if we view it as a place of inheritance, then many things become understandable.

The reason why the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons is stronger than the Kingdom of Xuanwu is that, on the one hand, it has the advantage of geographical location and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is more abundant, and on the other hand, it is because various kinds of inheritances are constantly flowing out from the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum, involving various races and even pointing directly to the realm above the Yuan Dan!

"Calling the place of inheritance the imperial mausoleum, I don't know what kind of weird habit it is."

Feng Xia chuckled and shook her head.

"Later on, every one or two hundred years, people would come to this place. Some of us old bones were so bored that we passed on our skills to others..."

As the village chief spoke, he raised his hand and pounded his lower back.

He coughed a few more times, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Over the past three thousand years, we have encountered all sorts of visitors, but the most interesting ones should be these past seven hundred years... a group of human lads with the surname Mo!"

"The first one to arrive was a little guy named Mo Hao. The cultivation technique he practiced had a very imposing name, something like Nine Dragons Sacred Heart Technique. I thought the concept behind this technique was quite interesting, so I gave him a drop of my true blood..."

It was only at this moment that Feng Xia noticed the two short horns growing on the village chief's forehead.

The Azure Dragon Clan of the East Sea!

He suddenly thought of this race that had disappeared into history.

During the Lingyun era, the Azure Dragon Clan of the East Sea was incredibly powerful and was hailed as one of the four great royal clans. However, three thousand years later, the Azure Dragon Clan has long been forgotten, and even the later East Sea Jiao Clan has become a shattered bubble.

For a moment, Feng Xia's throat tightened.

He wanted to say something, but all the words stuck in his throat. In the end, he was just an observer of everything in the Lingyun era, not a true participant.

"On another note, the name Mo Hao sounds somewhat familiar!"

Feng Xia frowned, his expression gradually turning strange: "No way... Could it really be that Mo Hao... Mo Lian Que's ancestor? No, the village chief was talking about a group of people with the surname Mo..."

In that instant, his expression became quite fascinating!

"Mo Lianque seems to have mentioned that the Xuanwu court also made arrangements in the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum... Could they have come here?"

"That's right, it's difficult for ordinary trial participants to find this place, yet several of them have come!"

"So, the backup plan that Mo Lianque mentioned, at least part of it, should be located in this village."