Chapter Ninety-Three: Predestined Fate

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  The original spirit is the true essence of a shape-shifting master. If the original spirit does not die, they can seize a new body and be reborn. Although it's difficult to find a suitable shell for the original spirit, with time, one can still be found. With the help of the original spirit, one can resume cultivation, and after a short period of several thousand years or a long period of tens of thousands of years, they will definitely be able to cultivate back to their original realm.

  So if their yuan Shen does not die, then they have no true death.

  These two primordial spirits naturally couldn't escape the Great Hand's grasp and were directly pinched in its palm.

  "Now you know the ferocity of this scattered person? Humph, but if it weren't for you forcing me to this point, how could I have borne to burn my second primordial spirit that has been cultivated for thousands of years? You are truly deserving of death!"

  Shang Xuan's palm slightly clenched, completely disregarding the two people's desperate and mournful expressions. The two people's primordial spirits were instantly annihilated.

  As the two primordial spirits disappeared, the momentum of the scattered people also gradually weakened, and the realm of Tongtian quickly disappeared. Moreover, it was even more severe, and their primordial spirits were extremely dispirited.

  This is the price of burning the second yuan god!

  "How hateful, Ji Daozi, you have ruined my realm. One day, I will reclaim it!" Xuanxun Sanren glanced around slightly, but suddenly shouted coldly: "Little ghost, are you done watching from where you're hiding?"

  With a grab of his large hand, Shangxuan Sanren had an unimaginable power that directly grasped Yang Yi and pulled him over. A camel that is starved to death is bigger than a horse, and even if Shangxuan Sanren fell into a lower realm, dealing with Yang Yi, this little guy in the Blood Condensation Realm, would be effortless.

  Yang Yi thought he was hiding secretly, but in fact his existence couldn't be hidden from Shangxuan Sanren, and even Yuan Fa and Yuan Gong were also clear about it. It's just that Yang Yi was a small figure, so no one paid attention to him.

  "Where is this?" asked Xuan Sanren.

  Yang Yi hesitated: "I don't know where this place is either. But there are two super sects here, Huā Lóng Gōng and Tiān Yán Mén."

  "Hahahaha, you're a funny little native! To think that the Huoyuan Palace and the Tianyan Gate can be considered super-large sects? Hahahaha, this is truly a joke of epic proportions! Alright, little native, by my nature, you should have been dead long ago. But I, the wandering immortal, haven't killed you yet... do you know why?"

  Yang Yi slightly shook his head. An existence like Shang Xuan San Ren only needed to move a finger to crush Yang Yi to death.

  "Little one, I sense that you and I are destined to be connected. In the future, you will help me, so I won't kill you. Instead, I'll give you a great reward, an enormous benefit!"

  The Supreme Mystic stretched out his hand and drew a circle around himself, immediately a ring of light appeared, and the entire sky and earth changed slightly, as if they had unknowingly entered another time and space.

  "This is a cave I directly opened, hidden in the fabric of time and space. If one's cultivation hasn't surpassed that of an ordinary person, they won't be able to find it. Moreover, cultivating inside will cause time outside to become very slow. This humble person needs to recover from injuries, so I'll give you some benefits as well - you can cultivate here for 50 years and only five years will pass on the outside, got it?"

  Yang Yi was now shocked beyond words, changing time, cultivating for fifty years, but only five years had passed outside, this was really too unbelievable, although he knew that the Upper Mystic Scatterperson was a great divine ability holder, but still couldn't understand such a magical method.

  "Little kid, I'm getting more and more surprised. You, a little native, didn't think you had such an amazing skill, a Xianpin Wujiquan, only to learn the surface of it. Inside your body, there's actually a drop of Huaxing Liu Zhong's pure blood, but unfortunately, Huaxing Liu Zhong is going through a heart demon tribulation. If the person who gave you this pure blood overcomes their heart demon, they would have some accomplishments, but if not, it will turn to dust in an instant. And that's not all, you can actually condense nine drops of pure blood, and now you have forty-five drops of pure blood. Tsk, tsk, what a waste, what a waste, with various bloodlines mixed together."

  The Upper Mystic said more and more, but became increasingly surprised, and also felt more and more heartbroken.

  Yang Yi was even more shocked, he didn't think that all the secrets in his body would be seen through by this Upper Mystic Scatterperson at a glance, it was truly terrifying.

  Moreover, what was even more unexpected was that the drop of rebellious vital energy within his body had actually transformed into a Sixfold Transcendent, such a super high-ranking master was simply terrifying, but Yang Yi was completely unaware.

  "Huh? It seems that there's still a sealed memory, and the aura is the same as this drop of Sixfold Transformed Essence Blood. It looks like it was sealed by the person who gave you the essence blood. Tsk tsk, you'll at least need to undergo Bloodline Transformation to know about this memory. How interesting, too interesting! This old man now has an increasingly strong premonition that you will be of help to me in the future, despite how weak and pitiful you are now." Upper Mystic's eyes didn't miss a single inch of Yang Yi's body, uncovering all his secrets, everything Yang Yi knew or didn't know was taken in by Upper Mystic.

  Yang Yi was taken aback and asked: "Seal of memory? The person who gave me this drop of pure blood sealed my memories? Senior, can you lift this seal?"

  "This seal is just a small matter, I can naturally open it. However, since this person was willing to give you a drop of their precious blood to help you and did you a favor, the sealing of your memories must also be beneficial to you. I don't want to be a meddlesome good Samaritan either. You should focus on cultivating, if you can successfully transform into a true form soon, you'll be able to open this seal yourself. At that time, everything will become clear."

  Yang Yi felt slightly disappointed.

  "Alright, kid. If you don't hurry up and cultivate, you'll probably spend your whole life as a local on this tiny star. The mixed bloodlines in your body are giving me a headache just looking at them. Honestly, I've never seen anyone cultivate like this before. Do you really think you can successfully transform with this method?"

  Yang Yi heard that Shang Xuan Sanren also said so, and suddenly knew that his bloodline must be too messy, and he didn't know how much it would hinder the transformation of his bloodline in the future.

  The old hermit's eyes rolled around, and he said in a low voice: "Heh heh, it's also lucky for you to have met me. If you really achieve something in the future, you can help me, and my help to you today won't be in vain. Hmph, kid, remember that there are only three types of bloodlines: Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin. Ordinary people can't see them, but I have a special technique that allows me to identify the type of bloodline with just one glance. Don't even think about learning it; this technique is not something you can learn now, only when you reach the realm of Tongtian can you cultivate it. Although you can't learn it, I can still lend you a helping hand and tell you what kind of bloodline is in your body?"

  "What? There's actually such a miraculous technique?"

  Yang Yi was truly overjoyed, if he knew the bloodline in his body, then from now on he could choose some beasts with clear bloodlines to extract their essence and cultivate, so that his own bloodline would not be complicated.