Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 112 Past

Yunzhou, deep in the Jade Belt Mountains.

The icy peaks, like halberds, pierce the clouds.

Clouds and mist swirl around the mountainside, separating the mountaintop from the human world.

This place is rarely visited by people. Occasionally, a hawk will soar across the sky, emitting a sharp cry that echoes for a long time in the valley.

In a valley on the south side of Jade Belt Mountain, the entrance to the cave is covered by ice vines and moss.

The cave's dome is over ten zhang high, and stalactites hang down from the height like inverted swords.

The dim light shimmered with a cool glow, and the cave walls were covered with countless intricate patterns.

The artificially carved array inscriptions extend from the entrance of the cave all the way into its depths.

The ancient engravings convey a sense of age and vicissitude.

On the wide altar in the center of its cave.

A figure clad in a black robe stood atop it, delicate hands emerging from the sleeves.

Gently stroking the inscriptions carved on the surface, my fingertips traced the lines slowly, as if touching a long-forgotten memory.

"When the Yuan Dynasty was at its peak, it set up this great formation high in the sky to suppress the birth of us demons."

A clear, cool female voice sounded from behind, with a hint of an exotic accent.

The man in the black robe did not turn around; his fingers remained on the lines of the tattoo.

The woman's figure slowly emerged from the left side of the altar behind her.

The woman had golden hair that cascaded down to her waist, clear green eyes, a high nose, and rosy lips. Her features were exquisite, and she wore silver bracelets around her wrists.

With each step, the silver bracelet emitted a soft tinkling sound, which sounded particularly crisp in the empty cave.

"It's been many years."

She walked to the side of the man in black robes and looked up at the ancient patterns on the cave wall.

She stretched out her delicate hand, and golden demonic energy surged from her palm.

A patterned inscription slowly dissipated, as if wiped away by an invisible flame, turning into tiny specks of light that drifted down.

"The Yuan Kingdom has been destroyed for hundreds of years, and this great formation has long been abandoned." A complex look flashed in her eyes. "I wonder when the Black Abyss will emerge again."

The man in the black robe finally withdrew his hand from the wall.

He turned around, revealing a pale, youthful face beneath his hood, with deep-set eyes, a high, straight nose, and an air of sinister menace.

breath.

His gaze lingered on the woman's face for a moment, then he sighed softly.

"Yes, it's all just a passing cloud." The voice was a little hoarse. "There's no going back."

The two remained silent for a moment.

The air was filled with a musty smell, mixed with moisture and the coolness of stones.

Occasionally, the sound of water droplets falling can be heard in the distance.

"Do you know that when this great formation was first completed, I guarded the core of the formation for three days and three nights?"

The man in black robes suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with reminiscence, "Back then, I was ordered to guard this place, and Emperor Qian Yuan personally escorted me out of the imperial city."

The woman listened quietly.

"More than seven hundred years have passed." The man looked up at the eroded inscriptions. "The great formation is still there, but the Yuan Kingdom is gone."

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"Do you regret it?" the woman asked softly.

The man in black robes shook his head: "What's there to regret? Do you regret not perishing with the Yuan Kingdom back then, or do you regret surviving until now?"

Before the woman could answer, the man in black robes walked toward the edge of the altar.

His gaze fell on an inscription on the cave wall that had become blurred and indistinct.

There is a line of small characters engraved there, written in ancient Yuan script, with neat handwriting and deep engravings that have remained for many years.

"In the spring of the third year of Yuanxing, the emperor ordered the casting of an array here to suppress the Black Abyss."

The man in the black robe read aloud, his voice very soft, as if he were reading an old letter.

"The third year of Yuanxing, the third year of Yuanxing, it's been such a long time~" he sighed, feeling sentimental.

The woman remained silent, her mind momentarily dazed.

In my memory, everything that happened that year was momentous, including the Emperor personally leading an expedition.

Lunar eclipse, rebellion, defection of civil and military officials, and all sorts of other things.

"That winter, Duke Weining followed the emperor to conquer the cave heavens, while I was in the rear guarding the front. One of us was annihilating immortals, and the other was guarding the Black Abyss. At that time, we all thought that as long as we killed them all and suppressed them, the world would be at peace."

He paused, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.

"Those people in the Cave Heaven Realm claim to have cultivated flawless techniques and become immortals, transcending the mortal world. They hide in their blessed lands and refuse to come out. Emperor Qian Yuan fought them his whole life but never managed to truly open that door. Heh heh heh~~"

A long silence fell over the cave.

The air was filled with a musty smell, mixed with moisture and the coolness of stones.

After a long pause, the man in black robes changed the subject.

"How is he?"

The woman slowly spoke, "Reporting to the Lord of the Prefecture, he refuses to see us and is currently being hunted down by two Divine Realm experts."

"That old bastard Bai Yan." The manor lord's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of amusement. "Back then, he was always talking nonsense, saying that the Black Abyss would change and the Yuan Kingdom would be overthrown. Who believed him back then?"

"Now things are much better. The Yuan Kingdom has been destroyed, and the Black Abyss is temporarily sealed off." A glint of interest flashed in his eyes. "I didn't expect him to actually be right."

Then, the manor lord asked a question.

"What rank were the two Divine Warriors who were chasing him?"

"Fourth-grade Innate Realm," the woman replied. "They are all from Jinzhou and possess the ability to communicate."

The manor lord nodded slightly, speaking casually as if it were a trivial matter, "Find a time to take care of them and bring Bai Yan over."

The ancient patterns on the cave walls came into view once again.

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard is about to make a big move. Doesn't he always say that revealing heavenly secrets will bring divine retribution? Let him do it again. I want to see if he will really be punished by heaven."

"Yes," the woman replied, bowing.

She didn't get up immediately. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Lord of the Manor, recently the Underworld Lotus Sect, the Earth Treasury Society, the Demon God Palace, and other forces, large and small, have all come."

"The people from the Underworld Lotus Cult are contacting Bai Yan, but they don't seem to recognize him."

The manor lord raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "The people from the Underworld Lotus Sect have come too?"

"Yes, it's a sect leader." The woman nodded. "They've been making a lot of noise these past few days, carrying out human sacrifices in various places, and they're frantically searching for something. I heard they've lost a divine decree."

"A divine decree?" the manor murmured to himself.

The woman continued, "They also have their eyes on the son of the White Fox Primordial Lord of the Black Abyss Demon Clan. That child is named Bai Xi, born after the White Fox Primordial Lord had been pregnant for a hundred years."

The lord's expression changed slightly. "Is it King Zhou's child?"

"No, but he is also from the Yuan Kingdom's royal family," the woman said, shaking her head.

"It is said that Bai Xi was born with an eighth-grade bloodline and was a nine-tailed celestial fox who had returned to his ancestral form. The Underworld Lotus Sect wants to use him as a catalyst to perform some kind of sacrificial ritual, and they are currently fighting fiercely with the people of the Demon God Palace."

"Interesting." The manor lord's lips curled up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Bai Xi, the first eighth-grade bloodline after the fall of the Yuan Kingdom, I am quite interested in her."

He said softly, without a trace of greed in his words, "If I could refine it, I think I could break through to the realm of supernatural powers even in the turbid world."

"Keep a close eye on the Embroidered Robe Bureau and the Demon God Palace. Report to me immediately if there are any changes in the situation in Qingzhou."

The woman asked softly, "Lord of the Prefecture, do you believe the demon race of Qingzhou will be defeated?"

The lord did not answer immediately.

As he approached the cave entrance, his eyes reflected the churning clouds and icy air.

"Whether we lose or not, I don't care," he said slowly. "I'm just afraid that the world will be in turmoil, and the Black Abyss will be stirring again. If something really happens, it will cause even more suffering."

The woman stood behind him, her lips calm and indifferent.

The two walked out of the cave.

The light outside the cave was so bright it hurt the eyes, and the lord squinted.

He took a step outside, but stopped as soon as he started walking, without turning back.

"Deliya, you are now one of my people, why do you still refer to yourself as 'the demon race'?"

"Although you come from the Black Abyss, you are not a demon."

The manor lord's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Deliya stood behind him, watching his back with an indifferent smile.

"You were personally appointed Marquis Wu by Emperor Qian Yuan, receiving the salary of a third-rank official, being granted the imperial surname Zhu, reaching the pinnacle of power, and enjoying eternal worship, but I am not."

Her voice was soft, but exceptionally firm: "Since I come from the Dark Abyss, why can't I identify as a demon?"

"Moreover, the internal struggles within the human court have been brutal in recent years. No matter how much you identify yourself as human, it cannot change the fact that you are a demon."

"Respected Lord Zhu Shun, Master of the Marquis of Wu's Mansion~"