Chapter 318: Ling Jiao Bai Xi, Ancestor's Gaze (Four-in-One) (May 11400 Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter)

"What's wrong?"

Noticing Qin Chuan had stopped, Lin Yue quickly followed suit and halted.

After glancing at Qin Chuan's expression, she quickly deduced the situation, and a hint of delight appeared in her eyes: "Did you find something good?"

"Mm!" Qin Chuan nodded with a smile, "I don't know what it is yet, but I have a feeling this might be the reason the White Flood Dragon Cold Ridge became what it is today."

"This treasure is buried too deep." His face showed a hint of relief.

The other party was located ten thousand meters underground, precisely at the detection limit of the first day's endowment of the strengthened sundial needle. Only by standing directly above the treasure could Qin Chuan barely sense its position.

Even a slight deviation could cause the two to miss the treasure entirely.

Clearly, the influence of fate is at play here.

Such an extreme distance also startled Lin Yue.

"No wonder no one has discovered it all these years." She spoke softly, then her eyes lit up with anticipation: "Come on, let's go down and take a look!"

"Alright." Qin Chuan recalled Grilian's confident demeanor and couldn't help but smile.

He swiftly switched his synchronization target to Bedrock, utilizing earth-element power to rapidly form a passage beneath the ice and snow. Guided by the first day's endowment of the sundial needle, it precisely pointed toward the location of the underground resources.

The two leapt down in succession, swiftly descending through the passage, and finally arrived at a vast cavern deep underground.

"Thud~"

Having regained solid footing, both struggled to conceal their astonishment.

"I never expected there to be such a place ten thousand meters underground." Lin Yue spoke softly, then scanned the surroundings: "Have you sensed the treasure's location?"

"I have." Qin Chuan nodded slightly, "It's…"

Before he could finish, his expression changed instantly. He grabbed Lin Yue and flashed away, vanishing from the spot.

In the next instant, a terrifying assault swept over the spot they had just occupied. The entire cavern roared and trembled incessantly.

On the other side of the cavern, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue, having dodged the attack, felt a jolt in their hearts.

The attacker's strength… is somewhat terrifying.

It has surpassed the ten-million limit of the First Realm of the Mythic Stage, though it hasn't reached the Second Realm, it already far exceeds an ordinary First Realm.

In the darkness, two crimson glows ignited.

They were the eyes of an extraordinarily colossal beast.

In an instant, those eyes locked onto Qin Chuan and Lin Yue.

Instinctively, Qin Chuan prepared to activate time stop, but then heard a roar echoing through the cavern.

"Which worm… disturbed my slumber!"

The other party's language…

Qin Chuan's gaze flickered, and he temporarily set aside the unactivated time stop.

After three months of contact with the Heavenly Stairway, he had become quite familiar with the languages of the six major races on the Heavenly Stairway.

Yet the language used by this colossal beast before him belonged to none of them.

The beast's massive body began to twist slowly; the vast cavern seemed somewhat cramped before its form. Its enormous head gradually drew near Qin Chuan and Lin Yue, its eyes surging with ferocity.

In the darkness, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue finally made out the creature's appearance.

An immensely large white serpent, with a single horn atop its head.

A serpent with horns is a flood dragon.

This is a white flood dragon.

Thinking of the White Flood Dragon Cold Ridge, both of their gazes tightened simultaneously.

As the white flood dragon drew nearer, the atmosphere in the cavern grew increasingly tense.

Amidst the tension, the white flood dragon suddenly let out a surprised "eh," and its ferocious aura receded like a tide.

"Immortal race?"

"No… no, you're not of the immortal race."

The white flood dragon's blood-red eyes held a look of confusion.

"Why do you bear the traces of the immortal race?"

"What exactly are you?"

"Where did the immortal race go?"

"How strange…"

Hearing the white flood dragon's unconscious muttering, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue widened their eyes in unison.

"You… know of the immortal race?" Lin Yue couldn't help but exclaim, "Are you a race that has survived for ten thousand years?"

Besides the Moon Spirits, has any other race survived ten thousand years?

Both felt a jolt in their hearts.

Although they had previously encountered Salma of the Phantom Walkers and the Azure Yang Immortal Lord of the immortal race, both had survived only through special means, leaving behind only faint traces of their respective races.

The being before them was entirely different—pure flesh and blood, truly having survived from ten thousand years ago.

Blood demon? Or nest clan?

Yet it seems to share nothing in common with the two races described by the Azure Yang Immortal Lord.

Before Qin Chuan and Lin Yue could continue questioning, the white flood dragon fell silent upon hearing Lin Yue's exclamation.

"Ten thousand years ago…"

Its voice carried a hint of sentiment: "I've slept this long…"

The white flood dragon looked at Qin Chuan and Lin Yue, its eyes somewhat hollow, as if recalling events before its slumber.

After a moment, as if realizing something, a flicker of sudden understanding passed through its eyes.

"Reincarnation Immortal Lord…" its voice dropped slightly, echoing in the cavern, "It must be the power of the Reincarnation Immortal Lord, right?"

"I just said it seemed familiar."

Qin Chuan and Lin Yue exchanged a glance.

The white jiao before them understood the Immortal Race so well? Not only could they see traces of the Immortal Race on humans, but they could also think of the Reincarnation Immortal Lord.

"Stop guessing, I am not of the race that ascended the Heavenly Stairway." Sensing their doubt, the white jiao spoke lazily, "The Heavenly Stairway also has its indigenous inhabitants."

"Indigenous?" Qin Chuan showed a look of surprise.

The Heavenly Stairway indeed has life not belonging to the six great races, but those are merely ordinary beasts and plants; even if they possess extraordinary power, they absolutely cannot be considered strong.

According to Qin Chuan's current understanding of the Heavenly Stairway, these so-called indigenous people could not possibly reach the level of the Mythic Stage.

Moreover, the white jiao before them has already surpassed the limit of the Mythic Stage First Realm.

"Can indigenous people reach the Mythic Stage?" Qin Chuan couldn't help but ask.

"Under normal circumstances, of course not." The white jiao's voice echoed faintly in the cavern, "But if the race that ascended the Heavenly Stairway is willing, then it becomes possible."

A flash of realization crossed Qin Chuan's eyes.

He had already understood the white jiao's meaning.

If the race that ascended the Heavenly Stairway were willing to provide resources to uplift the indigenous people, it would naturally be possible for the indigenous people to reach a strength level they otherwise could not achieve.

Of course, under normal circumstances, no one would do that.

Considering further how familiar the white jiao is with the Immortal Race, the answer suggests itself.

"Did you receive help from a certain Immortal Lord of the Immortal Race?" Qin Chuan probed.

"Eight Immortal Lords? No." The white jiao shook its head, "The Immortal Race calls him Immortal King."

"... Immortal King?" Qin Chuan was surprised again.

This time, however, the white jiao did not continue speaking.

"Kid, you've asked me so many questions; now it's my turn to ask you." It stared at Qin Chuan, eyes showing a thoughtful expression, "What race are you? Why do you have traces of the Reincarnation Immortal Lord's power? What exactly happened to the Immortal Race back then?"

"We are the Human Race; as for the power of the Reincarnation Immortal Lord..." Qin Chuan simply relayed what Qingyang Immortal Lord had told them to the white jiao before them, "The situation is just as such."

"Administrator..." After hearing Qin Chuan's words, the white jiao's face showed little surprise, "That Immortal King fellow holds grudges deeply; when the Administrator met his end back then, I knew trouble was coming."

"No wonder Qingyang Immortal Lord specially descended to find me back then, used arts to make me fall into slumber, and said a bunch of nonsensical things..." The white jiao fell silent for a moment, "Human kid, you just said the Human Race has just ascended the Heavenly Stairway, right?"

"Yes." Qin Chuan nodded.

"Where is the entrance? Has the Gatekeeper been decided?"

"The entrance is in the White Jiao Territory; as for the Gatekeeper... we have already chosen a very reliable fellow clansman." Qin Chuan spoke with a smile, then suddenly thought of something, his smile slightly fading.

The Human Race's Heavenly Stairway entrance appearing here—is it coincidental? "White Jiao Territory? Isn't it the Ascendant Immortal Territory?... It seems after my slumber of ten thousand years, this territory has been renamed, and it's still related to me." The white jiao glanced at Qin Chuan, speaking indifferently, "The Immortal Race's entrance back then was also here; it should be in the same position as yours."

"After all, you come from the same place."

"Then where did the senior slumber here?" Lin Yue glanced at the white jiao in surprise.

"Qingyang Immortal Lord's arrangement."

Qin Chuan and Lin Yue simultaneously showed expressions of realization, then felt gratitude toward that already departed figure.

It seems the Immortal Race has indeed paved many paths for the Human Race.

Qin Chuan's gaze toward the white jiao grew more eager, "That... White Jiao Senior..."

"My name is Bai Xi." The white jiao looked at Qin Chuan, eyes carrying a hint of teasing, "Now you know to call me senior?"

"Bai Xi Senior is joking." Qin Chuan spoke thick-skinned, "Since you've already slept for ten thousand years, shouldn't it be time to move around?"

"Not interested." Bai Xi snorted, "Ten thousand years without food, I'm too hungry to move."

Qin Chuan and Lin Yue exchanged a glance, then tacitly began taking out items one by one from their equipment menu.

Bai Xi nimbly hooked one with the tip of its tail, and one item fell into its open mouth.

Golden item, Life Source Crystal.

Only a faint "click" sound was heard, and the surging Life Source Crystal brimming with vigorous vitality just disappeared like that.

Bai Xi's aura surged rapidly, rising all the way to near the threshold of the Second Realm before stopping; its originally somewhat stiff body, not yet fully recovered from ten thousand years of slumber, quickly regained the agility and strength of its prime.

"I'm full." Bai Xi's voice carried pleasure, "Now say, how do you want me to move?"

"Having said that first, the Immortal King has some karmic favor toward me, but you are not of the Immortal Race."

"Understood, understood." Qin Chuan nodded repeatedly, "For now we don't need you to act; after some time, could you please guard our Human Race's passage entrance?"

"We guarantee to provide resources satisfactory to you."

Bai Xi gave Qin Chuan a "you kid know the ways" look, then flicked its head.

A white light shot from its massive horn, embedding into the ground before Qin Chuan.

"Was that just now the Life Source Crystal of the Crystal Clan?"

"I won't take your things for nothing; this thing I'm giving you."

It is a long blade surging with piercing icy cold aura, its blade bearing white jiao patterns, its might far surpassing any golden equipment Qin Chuan has seen before.

【【Gold】White Jiao Slash: Divine Beast Bai Xi nurtured for ten thousand years, possessing ice-system ultimate cold power, wielder's attack increased by 300%, attribute might increased by 300%】

This blade!!!

Qin Chuan widened his eyes.

Is this really golden equipment? The terror of White Jiao Slash's strength can be seen by comparing it to Dirkley's Hellriver Spear of the same golden quality.

Hellriver Spear, attribute control increased by 150%, attribute might increased by 100%.

The overall enhancement of White Jiao Slash is three times that of Hellriver Spear.

"Back then, the Immortal Race's second Immortal Lord—Tai Xuan Immortal Lord—came to me." Bai Xi's eyes carried a hint of reminiscence, "He is the Immortal Race's Immortal Lord in charge of forging, hailed as the greatest refiner of the Three Realms."

"Back then, this blade was merely a blade embryo."

"He entrusted this blade to me, hoping I would nurture it for a hundred years, using my unique white jiao chill to elevate it to golden quality." Bai Xi glanced at the White Jiao Slash, "The agreed hundred years of nurturing had only passed forty or fifty years when the Immortal Race encountered trouble."

"Hastily falling into slumber, I forgot about this blade."

I never expected that by sheer accident, it would have been nurtured for ten thousand years.

Qin Chuan was momentarily speechless.

No wonder its quality far exceeds that of normal golden equipment.

Drawing the long blade, his eyes held a hint of joy.

After the Frost Guard Sword and the other two pieces of equipment were synthesized into the Ice Abyss Mystic Robe, Binggao's current blade is condensed by its own ice power.

With this blade, Qin Chuan's strength can increase by several tenths when cooperating with Binggao.

"Thank you, Senior Bai Xi, for gifting the blade." Qin Chuan spoke respectfully.

"After sleeping for ten thousand years, my strength has greatly increased compared to before, and I also need some time to adapt." Bai Xi spoke slowly, "If there is nothing else, you may leave now."

"Good." Qin Chuan did not hesitate.

With Bai Xi present, the Human Race can enter the next stage earlier, entering the Heavenly Stairway in batches to take root and develop here.

When everything is ready, he will naturally come back to visit.

After bidding farewell, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue left the underground cavern and returned to the surface Cold Ridge.

"I never expected Qingyang Immortal Lord to have made such arrangements for the Human Race." Lin Yue sighed somewhat, "But why didn't he say so at the time?"

"Perhaps Qingyang Immortal Lord himself was not sure whether it would be useful." Qin Chuan took Lin Yue's hand and spoke softly.

For Qingyang Immortal Lord, this might merely be a casually placed move.

He cannot be certain whether the Human Race's entrance is the same as the Immortal Race's, nor can he be certain whether Bai Xi can successfully sleep for ten thousand years until the Human Race arrives.

Ten thousand years, the seas have turned to mulberry fields, and changes have been too many.

That is why Qingyang Immortal Lord did not mention it.

If useful, it is a surprise for the Human Race; if useless, the Human Race will not know and will not feel disappointed.

"Indeed." Lin Yue understood, "Then shall we still go to the Chiyan Territory next?"

"We will naturally go." Qin Chuan smiled, "But before going, we can do something else first."

"For example..." Gripping the White Flood Slayer in his hand, his face showed a hint of anticipation, "Let us slay the lord of the White Flood Territory."

The White Flood Territory has a total of five Mythic Stage beings.

The Mythic Stage beings of the Crystal Clan and the Nether Ghost Clan have already been slain by Qin Chuan, and the Mythic Stage being of the Moon Spirit Clan has been heavily wounded and repelled by him. The remaining two Mythic Stage beings come respectively from the Dragon Clan and the Half Demon Clan.

The former is the lord of the White Flood Territory.

Qin Chuan originally planned to first increase his strength, then return later to cause trouble for the other party.

Now, he has changed his mind.

"After ascending the Heavenly Stairway, slaying the lord will grant the corresponding lord's token and identity, which differs from SSS-level dungeons." Qin Chuan spoke softly, "With Senior Bai Xi, our progress can be advanced somewhat."

"Lord identity can to a certain extent protect one's kin."

"The lord identity of the White Flood Territory is something the Human Race must obtain."

"Moreover, slaying a clan's Mythic Stage being for the first time yields five Mythic Hearts." — White Flood Territory, Silver Dragon City.

This is the palace of the White Flood Territory lord, the Dragon Clan Mythic Stage powerhouse, Silver Dragon Beketoyi, gathering a number of Dragon Clan members approaching three digits.

For the Dragon Clan, whose numbers are relatively small, such a quantity is already considerable.

At this moment, in the most luxurious hall of the palace, a figure clad in silver robe and silver armor, towering and majestic, sits in the main seat, with a pair of silver dragon horns on the forehead surging with mighty ferocity, and pure silver eyes seeming to flow with a terrifying halo, gazing toward another figure standing in the hall.

"Paren, around the Human Race's entrance, no Human Race can be seen anymore." Beketoyi spoke in a deep voice, "They have temporarily abandoned the entrance."

"It must be said, this is a wise choice."

"At least, before finding the Gatekeeper, we cannot do anything about the entrance."

"But you and I should both know, the Human Race cannot possibly completely abandon the entrance." Beketoyi's voice grew somewhat solemn, "Therefore, our two races are both in an awkward situation."

"Not bad." The Thunderclap Demon God Paren, standing in the hall, nodded slightly.

The first layer of the Heavenly Stairway, resources produced in different territories have differences.

Therefore, to better collect resources, each race divides its members into groups and stations them in various territories.

The vast majority of territories are in a state where all six races coexist, competing with each other while also cooperating.

But there are a few territories where each race absolutely forbids the presence of other races.

This includes the territories where each race's entrance is located.

After all, those are the absolute forbidden zones for each race in the Heavenly Stairway.

The Human Race's entrance appearing in the White Flood Territory means the Dragon Clan and the Half Demon Clan will eventually have to leave this place.

Although the former has few members, possessing the lord identity of the White Flood Territory, each lord identity holds considerable strategic significance for the race.

Although the latter is not a lord, its members are numerous, and having operated in the White Flood Territory for many years, the influence of other races there is far inferior to that of the Half Demon Clan.

At this moment, forcing the Half Demon Clan to leave the White Flood Territory would result in enormous losses.

Both sides have reasons that cannot be easily abandoned.

Therefore, the Half Demon Clan naturally stands opposed to the Human Race.

"The most tragic is still Teresa." Paren's eyes gained a hint of sympathy, "The Human Race's entrance opened in the Crystal Clan's garrison, and she was directly eliminated."

"And there is also a乐子 Aleemys." When mentioning the Nether Ghost Clan's Mythic Stage being, Paren's sympathy disappeared, replaced by a hint of schadenfreude.

"Luo is after all the Human Race's strongest; even without home-field advantage, he is not to be underestimated." Beketoyi spoke in a deep voice, "If the Human Race develops smoothly, he will likely become the ancestor of the Human Race."

"Moreover, his companion Yue Li also possesses extremely strong strength."

"Teresa and Aleemys were careless and contemptuous; the consequences are naturally imaginable."

"Has Monk not yet made contact?" Beketoyi looked toward Paren.

"No." Paren's eyes carried a hint of dissatisfaction, "At this critical juncture, will the Moon Spirit Clan not intend to remain silent?"

"The Human Race has already ascended the Heavenly Stairway; do they still intend to help the Human Race?"

"Then let us ignore them for now." Beketoyi fell silent for a moment, "Our two races' reinforcements are coming soon; you Half Demon Clan members are more numerous, so the search shall be entrusted to you."

Although the Human Race has hidden themselves, they will certainly not easily leave the White Flood Territory.

Since neither our two races wants to retreat, we can only quickly find their traces and eliminate them.

Looking for me?

A voice suddenly appeared in the hall, and the two Mythic Stage beings in the hall both changed color at the same time, simultaneously looking toward the figure that had appeared at some unknown time before the hall's door.

"Lo?!" Beketoyi stared fixedly at the newcomer, his silver-white dragon eyes full of icy coldness, "You actually dare to actively appear now!"

Why not?

Qin Chuan held the White Frost Slayer and walked step by step into the hall.

Among the six great races, the Dragon Race has the strongest individual combat power at the same level.

Beketoyi before us has already reached the limit of the Mythic Stage First Realm.

This is a powerhouse who is hard to find an opponent for on the First Level of the Heavenly Stairway.

The more so, the more excited Qin Chuan became.

He wanted to see, with the snow ice cream cooperating in the final posture with the White Frost Slayer, what level his true strength had reached.

Beketoyi rose from the main seat and descended the steps.

With each step he took, the silver aura blazing around his body grew stronger by a fraction.

Fine silver dragon scales began to appear, clear and distinct, on his cheeks and body, sharp claws protruded from the tips of his fingers, Beketoyi's back bulged, and soon he unfurled his silver dragon wings.

The silver-white battle armor on his body was likewise activated, covered with mysterious dragon patterns, a powerful aura surged out, making Beketoyi's momentum grow ever stronger.

Silver hair danced wildly, Beketoyi's dragon eyes were like molten white silver, blazing as he stared coldly at Qin Chuan, and in the next instant he vanished from his original spot, instantly appearing before Qin Chuan.

"Boom!!!"

A sudden claw tore through the void, dragging out several traces, and the surging energy wind swept the entire hall in an instant.

However, this attack capable of destroying everything landed in empty space, only tearing a piece of ice-blue gauze clothing to shreds.

Coldness instantly exploded, a thin layer of frost rapidly climbed up Beketoyi's body.

【Frost Cold】, activated!

The wind blew the snowflakes that had appeared at some unknown time scattering throughout the hall, and in the next instant two Qin Chuan holding long blades appeared, twisting their bodies into view from the snowflakes, each killing toward Beketoyi from opposite sides.

"Hum!!!"

Beketoyi let out a low grunt, the frost on his body shattered inch by inch, the invisible true dragon might instantly enveloped the void, causing the two manifested Qin Chuan to simultaneously slow their movements.

But in the next instant, extreme cold erupted from Qin Chuan's surroundings, likewise greatly slowing Beketoyi's movements, pulling both sides back to the same level.

Before Beketoyi could strike again, the two Qin Chuan simultaneously vanished from their original spots.

Two flowers of cold light converging ice blossoms burst forth in the void in an instant!

Reappearing, Qin Chuan's true body and clone both raised their long blades and pointed them toward the sky.

Endless frost flowers condensed in the void, then drifted down.

In their light and exquisite beauty, they contained peerless killing intent! Each frost flower that brushed past Beketoyi's body would bring forth a blooming bloodstain.

Forty-eight bloodstains bloomed in succession, and Beketoyi's momentum also dropped somewhat as a result.

"Human Race!!!"

After being hit by Qin Chuan's successive strange methods in a short time, Beketoyi's eyes spewed forth anger.

He let out a roar, his body rapidly expanded, terrifying momentum surged heavenward, in an instant lifting the hall's dome, his body like mountains and ridges, transforming into a ten-thousand-meter dragon.

In the next instant, the dragon breath filled with immense power, like a heavy cannon, tore through the sky, accompanied by a momentum that made heaven and earth dim, in an instant swallowing the two Qin Chuan.

When the dragon breath dissipated, heaven and earth regained their colors, and there was no trace of Qin Chuan left in the field.

Is it over?

Beketoyi, having transformed into a true dragon, exhaled a breath of relief, was about to restore his dragon-human form, when his expression suddenly changed, and he looked toward the sky above his head.

Qin Chuan stood still in the void, calmly looking down at Beketoyi.

The huge disparity in size between the two made Qin Chuan appear extremely insignificant.

But the long blade he held high, surging with glazed light, at this moment seemed to have become the sole existence between heaven and earth, a kind of supreme power that made Beketoyi feel palpitations was rapidly brewing.

"Paine, do you still want to watch the show?"

Beketoyi let out an angry roar, but then in the next moment he became even angrier.

Because he swiftly deployed the Thunderclap Evil God's demonic transformation, and instead of attacking Qin Chuan high in the sky, he came straight toward him.

"Boom!!!"

Beketoyi's massive body, like a mountain and ridge, could not avoid, the terrifying collision exploded in an instant, the electric light leaping around his body made him involuntarily let out a cry of pain.

Qin Chuan's blade fell without hesitation.

"Hum——"

With just one blow, Beketoyi's every movement stiffened.

Life force slowly drained from Beketoyi's dragon eyes, his colossal true dragon body split from head to tail, spraying large amounts of dragon blood as it slowly crashed to the ground, emitting a violent rumbling sound.

Beketoyi, fallen.

A light pattern flew out from his corpse, heading toward Qin Chuan.

【Congratulations player for obtaining the White Flood Territory Lord's Token, as long as you are within the White Flood Territory range, you can exercise lordly permissions, specific permissions are as follows:】

【1. Your race obtains 200 slots for entering the Heavenly Stairway below Legendary Stage】

【2. The descent of the Heavenly Stairway Second Level into the lord's territory requires lord's permission】

【3. Within the lord's territory, the lord's comprehensive strength increases by 10%】

Looking at the text before him, Qin Chuan slightly exhaled a breath of relief.

Lordly permissions are very important to the Human Race.

The Heavenly Stairway only allows Mythic Stage and Legendary Stage to enter, below Legendary Stage there are quota limits.

Allowing weaker players to enter the Heavenly Stairway under the protection of stronger ones greatly helps improve the overall strength of the Human Race.

The Descent of the Second Level requires permission and greatly ensures the safety of the Human Race.

From now on, the Second Realm of the other six races will no longer be able to descend upon the White Flood Territory.

In the White Flood Territory, the Human Race no longer faces opponents beyond the Mythic Stage First Realm, and with the protection of Senior Bai Xi, their safety has been greatly ensured.

As for the third permit, it is not that important for Qin Chuan.

After putting away the lord's token, Qin Chuan turned his head to look at Thunderclap Demon God·Paine.

His recent move was naturally not a case of repentance.

It was merely that, at the moment of his action, he was influenced by Lin Yue, who was hiding in the shadows.

At this moment, Paine, cooperating with Little White and having summoned Little Green to assist himself, was engaged in combat with Lin Yue; under the Human Race's two-on-one system, despite both having reached the peak of the First Realm, Paine did not gain the upper hand.

As Qin Chuan joined the battle, Paine ultimately suffered a regrettable defeat under a single strike of Breaking Frost Slash.

After slaying two Mythic Stage beings, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue obtained 10 Mythic Hearts.

After converting the Mythic Hearts into overall strength, the two did not linger long; following their previous plan, they headed toward the direction of the Red Rock Territory.

Before departing, Qin Chuan felt something and glanced in a certain direction.

After the two had disappeared into the horizon for a while, a figure emerged from the direction Qin Chuan had just glanced toward—it was the Moon Spirit Clan Mythic Stage being whom Qin Chuan had previously severely wounded.

Moon Knight Commander·Mongk.

"Such strong power." Mongk gazed at the corpses of the two Mythic Stage beings on the field, a hint of lingering fear in his eyes, "Fortunately, I did not reveal myself, otherwise..."

He slightly shook his head, pondered briefly, then took out a purple crystal ball.

The crystal ball lit up, and a soft female voice emerged.

"Mongk, how is the situation with the Human Race?"

"Mahishya, they killed the lord of the White Flood Territory." Mongk spoke in a deep voice.

On the other end, the Purple Moon Chief Priest fell silent for a moment, clearly also surprised by this news.

"I never expected that, having just entered the Heavenly Stairway, the Human Race would already be this powerful."

"Since the Human Race has already obtained the lord's token of the White Flood Territory, my clan shall retreat, preserve our living strength, and await the opening of the Race War."

"However, before leaving, you need to do one thing."

"This is the Ancestor's instruction."

"Very well." Mongk's expression grew several degrees more respectful, "What instruction does the Ancestor have?"

The crystal ball suddenly flashed, and a peculiar token crossed the distance to appear before Mongk.

"This is a golden item, a Summoning Pursuit Order." Mahishya spoke slowly, "Go to the Human Race entrance, use it to locate the current position of the Human Race Gatekeeper who used it to teleport away."

"Yes." Mongk took the token, excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Regarding what just happened, I will report it once again to the Ancestor." Mahishya's voice paused slightly, "And any further developments, inform me immediately."—"Ancestor, the situation is as such."

Mahishya's voice echoed in a silent void.

A figure sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by nine-colored radiance, obscuring their appearance, their body surging with terrifying aura; even a slight leakage distorted the void under unbearable pressure.

A pair of eyes brighter than the nine-colored light slowly opened, and in an instant, heaven and earth dimmed.

Those eyes slightly lowered, as if gazing toward the ground, or as if seeing through layer upon layer of the Heavenly Stairway, from the mysterious and unfathomable Third Level of the Heavenly Stairway toward a certain place in the First Level.

A low, resonant voice echoed in the silence.

"White Flood Territory... Immortal Ascension Territory..."

"The Immortal Race... indeed, it is you."

"Immortal Race?" Mahishya's voice carried a hint of doubt, "Ancestor, are you referring to the victors of the competition from ten thousand years ago, who competed with my clan?"

"Competition?" The Moon Spirit Ancestor murmured to himself.

In his mind, appeared the image of a figure wielding a long sword, invincible and traversing freely.

The Moon Spirit Clan—probably only he, this old fellow who has clung to life until now, still remembers it?

The Moon Spirit Ancestor gave a self-mocking smile and spoke softly.

"Mahishya, you are mistaken."

"In the past ten thousand years, no race has been worthy to compete and achieve victory against the Immortal Race."

(End of Chapter)