Chapter 133: No One Understands the Qingdi Scripture Better Than Me

Among the top-tier Holy Lands, noble families, or the Demon Race, there is no lack of figures who have survived since the ancient era, provided they seal their bodies with Divine Source at the appropriate stage.

If the Divine Source is not broken, one can live for tens of thousands of years, or even longer; within it, there is no way to cultivate, nor is there any way to sense the changes of the outside world.

Such methods are used more often to allow individuals to rise in later generations or for those whose lifespan is nearing its end to remain within the family as a foundation, striking out fiercely once an unstoppable crisis is encountered.

Of course, there are also some very special individuals who, because they lived in the same era as a Great Emperor, knew they could not achieve the Dao at that time, and thus voluntarily sealed themselves away, waiting to reappear in an era without an Emperor to defy the heavens and become a Great Emperor.

The descendants of a Great Emperor usually do this.

Therefore, it is indeed possible for Zhang Xuan, a figure from the same era as the Great Emperor, to have lived until now.

It is just that there is one point Yan Ruyu still cannot quite fathom: from Zhang Xuan's words, this person should be an existence capable of sitting and discussing the Dao with Qingdi.

For such a figure, they would definitely have been the most supreme person in the world during the era of Qingdi; if not a Quasi-Emperor, at the very least they would have to be a peerless figure among the Great Saints.

But right now, Zhang Xuan's Qi and blood are too active, too youthful; he does not look like an ancient figure at all, and his strength is absurdly weak.

This is a very puzzling question, and while the old woman in the depths of her heart still has deep doubts, Yan Ruyu, as a descendant of the Demon Race, has already stopped dwelling on this issue.

She knows many deeper secrets, so regarding Zhang Xuan's current state, she already has a rough guess and understanding in her heart.

Whether it is sealing oneself in Divine Source, severing one's Origin to live a second life, or possessing another's body to cultivate anew, for those powerful cultivators, there are too many ways and means to return to the current state.

For ordinary people, these methods are inconceivable, but for a figure capable of sitting and discussing the Dao with Qingdi, it is not too difficult, and is even relatively common.

And considering that Zhang Xuan once sat and discussed the Dao with Qingdi, it is very likely that he is a figure from Qingdi's era; living in the same era as a Great Emperor, no matter how high one's talent and aptitude, one will fall into a terrifying predicament.

Under the suppression of the Great Emperor's Heavenly Heart Imprint, the higher one's talent, the more painful and sorrowful one becomes, finding it difficult to break through the suppression of the Heavenly Heart Imprint to reach a higher level of cultivation.

As of now, the one closest to Qingdi's history and the most unwilling to admit defeat is Gai Jiuyou.

His talent and aptitude were evaluated by later generations as not inferior to any Ancient Great Emperor, but he began his cultivation less than ten thousand years after Qingdi disappeared, when the Heavenly Heart Imprint left behind by Qingdi still had traces, and the suppression of the Great Dao had not yet completely vanished.

In that desperate era, Gai Jiuyou surged ahead, advancing with great speed straight into the Quasi-Emperor Realm; it is rumored he even touched upon a higher level, but even so, he had no way to break through Qingdi's suppression and could only disappear with endless regret.

It is rumored that he is the most sigh-inducing and the most distressing.

Many powerful figures believe that if Gai Jiuyou had been born in any normal era, he could have attained the Dao and become an Emperor, but he happened to try to defy the heavens and attain the Dao less than ten thousand years after Qingdi disappeared; that was absolutely impossible.

Figures living in the same era as a Great Emperor will all be stained with the brand and traces of that Great Emperor; to attain the Dao and become an Emperor, one must completely sever all those traces and brands from one's body.

Yan Ruyu believes that Zhang Xuan might have used some method or means unknown to her to sever these traces and brands.

She did not talk much about this, but instead began to discuss other aspects with Zhang Xuan.

"Since the senior can perform the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes, I assume the senior has a lot of understanding of the scriptures left behind by our ancestor. Since I began my cultivation, I have always suffered from a lack of guidance, and there are many essential meanings in the scriptures that are difficult to understand. I wonder if the senior could provide some pointers..."

Zhang Xuan looked at Yan Ruyu indifferently; of course, he understood what Yan Ruyu meant by this sentence. The other party still had doubts about him, but was using another subtle, silent method to test him.

After all, the Qingdi scriptures are the supreme secret canon for the Demon Race, but recently the Demon Emperor's tomb opened, and it is possible this scripture leaked out; it is not impossible that Zhang Xuan obtained the scripture and then came over to commit fraud.

Yan Ruyu still does not completely trust him, but the way Zhang Xuan performed earlier was very special, and Yan Ruyu did not dare to use an overly hostile attitude to question Zhang Xuan, so she could only use some subtle means to probe.

"I have indeed discussed some of this with Qingdi... We can certainly explore any questions together. I imagine the version passed down to Qingdi would not lead you to any misunderstandings..."

Facing the probe, Zhang Xuan was not flustered at all, and in fact, became even more confident.

If the other party wanted him to produce a personal token from Qingdi's own brother, he could not provide it, but if they asked about the scriptures Qingdi cultivated and the top-secret arts passed down by Qingdi, Zhang Xuan was quite knowledgeable.

In the Chat Group's group files, Qingdi had uploaded his scriptures in detail, and had even written down the methods he personally explained and taught.

Sitting and discussing the Dao with someone, and discussing Qingdi's scriptures at that—Zhang Xuan could say with contempt here: no one understands the Qingdi scriptures better than I do.

It was originally a test; the Qingdi scriptures Yan Ruyu discussed at the beginning were not very profound, and she deliberately left out a few questions for Zhang Xuan to answer.

And Zhang Xuan easily answered them using the explanations given by Qingdi; it was not just airtight, it was enough to make one feel enlightened. The more Yan Ruyu asked, the more surprised she became.

Then she could not help but become completely immersed; she asked all the questions she had encountered in her cultivation over these years, and in the end, she even asked about problems encountered by predecessors of the Demon Emperor Descendants over the years.

Among them, many had reached the Immortal Embryo Realm, and there were even questions left behind by Saints from earlier years.

As a result, Zhang Xuan was calm and composed, without any issues at all; he answered the related questions with ease, and the angles of his answers were ingenious. He did not look like a low-level figure, but rather like a Great Emperor looking down upon the human world, answering questions from a position of great height.

When Zhang Xuan responded, he could even feel that the figure with the extremely powerful Divine Sense hidden in the dark was extremely shocked.

The words he used to answer made that figure hidden in the dark exclaim in admiration repeatedly.

At this point, Zhang Xuan understood that he had completely convinced this group of people before him, even if they still had some lingering doubts in their hearts.

But after this, there would basically be no major problems with Zhang Xuan's identity; even if there were slight issues, Yan Ruyu would do her utmost to protect him.

After all, Zhang Xuan's understanding of the Qingdi scriptures was not fake; how could the annotations written by Qingdi himself be fake?

This ability alone was enough for Yan Ruyu to attach great importance to him, enough to make a group of demons treat Zhang Xuan as an honored guest.

"Senior's achievements are a work of Creation; I wonder why you have sought us out? The Demon Race is currently in decline, and I fear we cannot provide much help to you, Senior."

Hmm, the conversation was going well, but when it came to the stage of asking for benefits, the other party had already started to lay an ambush in advance.

She stated bluntly that the current state of the Demon Race could not provide much help.

On one hand, this was to prevent Zhang Xuan from opening his mouth like a lion and asking the Demon Race for too many good things that they could not provide.

On the other hand, it was also to hold out for a better price; if the identity Zhang Xuan claimed was true, then given the value of a figure who could sit and discuss the Dao with Qingdi, the things he carried on him would be an infinite treasure, perhaps not even inferior to the previous Demon Emperor's tomb.

In such a situation, of course, one would play the victim while asking for benefits; if the benefits Zhang Xuan provided were sufficient, the Demon Race would also strongly support him.

Hearing such words, Zhang Xuan was not alarmed but delighted.

The fact that the other party could say such things indicated that they had already acknowledged his identity.

Simply put, he had already passed the most dangerous threshold; now, he was, in short, an old monster of the Demon Race who had genuinely survived from the era of Qingdi.

As long as Zhang Xuan further demonstrated his capabilities in this regard and showed his uniqueness, he would naturally become an honored guest of the Demon Race without needing to do much.

The other party spoke very clearly, and Zhang Xuan did not beat around the bush either.

"Rest assured, I am not one of those old monsters without manners or shame who would randomly seize your things. If I take your things, I will naturally produce equivalent items to exchange with you."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xuan sneered and said: "If it weren't for the need to deal with the Immortal Path hundreds of years from now, I wouldn't have come over; I've lost all my old face."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Yan Ruyu's expression shift, but even the Divine Sense of the suspected King hidden in the Darkness surged wildly.

The information revealed by Zhang Xuan's words was too much and too terrifying, and it hit the thoughts of everyone present.

Even any cultivator would be unable to sit still upon hearing the two words "becoming an Immortal."

Throughout history, how many people have pursued that goal? Successive Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors have struggled in pursuit of becoming an Immortal, all to no avail.

Although they have now stepped onto the path of cultivation and have not gone very far, when they heard these two words, they still felt their bloodline tremble, and an indescribable feeling churned in their hearts.

For any practitioner, when stepping onto the path of cultivation, the ultimate goal is to become an Immortal; it might sound laughable, but it is indeed so, much like a child in their early years considering whether they should go to Tsinghua or Peking University.

Whether they will become a scientist or an Olympic champion in the future.

The vast majority of people, after growing up, will cast these thoughts to the back of their minds.

But if there is true hope and possibility, everyone will still feel a stir in their heart when they hear of their former dreams.

Yan Ruyu's expression shifted, not even bothering to hide it much, and in those bright, beautiful eyes, an unprecedented hope and yearning were revealed: "Will the Immortal Path truly open in several hundred years?"

When she asked this question, Yan Ruyu's eyes were glowing, and even her whole person seemed to be glowing, as she looked at Zhang Xuan with a very eager gaze.

This posture could make any man's heart stir; Zhang Xuan was dazed for a moment, then chuckled: "If it were not so, why would I need to seek you out? Once I have accumulated several hundred or a thousand years, I could naturally King Over the World."

When Zhang Xuan said this, his words were full of confidence, and this statement was not false at all.

Give him several hundred or a thousand years of time to accumulate slowly, and even a pig could cultivate to the Quasi-Emperor level by practicing the Indestructible Heavenly Art.

He could completely arrange many matters more calmly and composedly, without needing to take risks at certain stages as he does now.

Yan Ruyu was silent; she felt Zhang Xuan's powerful confidence, and in that instant, an endless yearning also sprouted in her heart.

"Several hundred years later, when the Immortal Path opens, do we also have a chance to become Immortals?"

Zhang Xuan nodded, then shook his head again, and sneered: "Anyone has a chance, but this process..."

Zhang Xuan did not say more, but whether it was Yan Ruyu, that old woman, or even the Severing Dao King hidden in the shadows, they all knew the difficulty involved.

The Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors of past generations did not become Immortals; for them to want to become Immortals, the difficulty was, of course, as hard as ascending to heaven.

Not to mention the subsequent problems, which were even greater and harder.

Even if the Immortal Path were displayed completely before them, would they have the ability to become the best in the world, to become the first person to walk the Immortal Path and achieve the status of an Immortal God?

One does not even need to think to know that this contains a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Senior, you have traveled a long way to get here; why not go to the back to rest for a while and let this junior treat you?"

Yan Ruyu only spoke again after a long silence, and Zhang Xuan did not show any surprise, nodding as he followed the old woman to the pavilion arranged by the Demon Race.

The pavilions and towers were quite exquisite, and inside there was peculiar incense that made one's mind calm; even the melons and fruits placed on the table were spiritual herbs, which could be considered quite respectful to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan was not worried that anyone would harm him; now that the other party let him rest, it was not because they did not trust him, but rather because they trusted Zhang Xuan very much, and therefore let Zhang Xuan stay.

Next, Yan Ruyu and the Demon Race supporters behind her needed to discuss it quietly before they would consider how to treat him.

After all, Zhang Xuan's appearance brought too many ripples, and as for what Zhang Xuan would do next, the Demon Race also did not know how to give Zhang Xuan as much support as possible, and verifying whether what Zhang Xuan said was completely true—all of this required time to confirm.

All of this required quite a long time to discuss.

And not long after Zhang Xuan settled into the room, the figure who had always been hidden behind the scenes at the pavilion where Yan Ruyu was located finally walked to the front.

That was a youth who looked quite young, with a face so handsome it was unbelievable, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes; if anyone from the outside world saw him, they would definitely gasp in shock, because this was the Demon King who had been famous in the Demon Race for hundreds of years—Kongque Wang.

Yan Ruyu was quite respectful toward this king of the Demon Race and wanted to take the initiative to salute, but was refused by this king.

"No need for these empty courtesies; do you think what he said is all true?"

(End of this chapter)