After that battle, the human race declined, but the human race is a race that cannot afford to fight. Although it has been difficult for so many years, countless human cultivators have emerged like mushrooms after rain, regaining a foothold in the Eternal Continent. However, the Three Profound Continent has never been found, and most humans are probably no longer aware of its existence.

After hearing Qingshan's words, Feng Yi and Ye Ming remained silent for a long time.

The man's voice rang in his ears: "Rather than saying that the Sanxuan Continent was destroyed, it's better to say that we took the initiative to separate it. We were afraid at the time, afraid that the human race would be wiped out. San can be regarded as leaving some seeds for our human race."

Feng Yi was a little confused. Why did he feel like something was wrong?

Ye Ming asked this question: "Excuse me, Senior, why is there no senior in the Three Profound Continent who knows about our relationship with the Eternal Continent?"

Hearing this question, the man sighed again, pondered for a long time, and then spoke, "Because we had a disagreement at the time. Some people thought that the memories of everyone on the Three Profound Continent should be sealed. As long as the humans on the Eternal Continent remembered, it would be fine. Because the humans on the Eternal Continent were stronger, they would definitely be able to find the Three Profound Continent if they left a good mark. This time, the humans on the Three Profound Continent could rest and recuperate in peace. Otherwise, they would definitely find ways to get back. Others held the opposite view, but in the end, we chose the first option."

How conceited and pessimistic!

Some people who support the first approach probably don’t think that the Eternal Continent is more powerful, but that there is no hope, so it is better to let them survive!

Finally, they figured out the origins of the two continents. Now, after Feng Yi and Ye Ming go out, they can go find Shangguan Yue with confidence, and they must inform the current human leaders of the situation of the Sanxuan Continent as soon as possible.

After sorting out all the clues, Feng Yi bowed and said, "May I ask your name, Senior? How can I help you?"

"Help me? Hahaha, you're kind-hearted, but you can't help me. Instead, I want to give you two a chance to win. I wonder if you dare to accept it!"

Before Feng Yi and Ye Ming could react, the man in green shirt who was standing beside them suddenly patted their shoulders and shouted, "Kneel down and kowtow to me and become your disciple!"

The force from the shoulder nearly knocked Feng Yi and Ye Ming directly into the stone, and they knelt down. However, the man moved his fingers slightly, and a surge of blood energy came, lifting the two men up again. He then said, "My disciples are all dead. It is unlucky to be my disciple. Don't worry, little Qingshan, I will make them reborn."

Qingshan laughed twice, then said with a hint of bitterness: "My old Huang is gone too, so we should just be friends."

"Okay, let's not talk about these things. Cheer up, boys. Let's talk about Feng Yi first. You should be an alchemist with great talent, but for some reason, a strand of your soul is missing. This strand of spirit should be in the Dharma Ending Age, or even become an independent personality, and it can't be summoned back. In this case, we can only make a complete removal and then replenish this strand of your spirit."

After saying this, a stream of blood rushed towards Feng Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, and rushed into the hidden corner deep in the sea of ​​consciousness. A blood blade swept over, and Feng Yi immediately knelt on the ground and roared in pain. The veins on his forehead, neck and back of his hands bulged, and his whole body was shaking.

Ye Ming quickly went up to hug him, not daring to make any move. He could only gently stroke his back until Feng Yi slowly calmed down.

When Feng Yi raised his head again, his face was pale, but there seemed to be a gleam of light in his eyes. He felt that his mind seemed to be clearer and his soul became lighter, although there was still a dull pain in his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, someone on Earth who was drinking Coke and watching TV suddenly screamed and fainted. When he woke up again, his strength had increased greatly. How strange!

"It's okay, it's okay. Everything went well." The man pointed his fingertips, and a drop of black and red blood penetrated into Feng Yi's sea of ​​consciousness. Then countless strands of blood rushed towards Feng Yi, wrapped him up, and formed a huge blood-colored cocoon.

The worry in Ye Ming's eyes could not be concealed. Seeing this, the man rushed towards Ye Ming with a surge of blood. Ye Ming subconsciously blocked it with his arm, dispersing the blood. The man nodded and said, "He's a good seedling. Don't worry, he's fine. If you continue to be indecisive, you'll be the one in trouble."

In the following days, Feng Yi concentrated all his efforts on refining the drop of essence blood in the cocoon, while Ye Ming was constantly abused and beaten by the man. Although the methods were different, the strength of both of them was growing rapidly.

Until the Eternal Land was about to close, there was finally movement in the blood-colored cocoon. Light was shining from it, and the blood-colored cocoon quickly dissipated. When it completely disappeared, Feng Yi walked out of it. At this time, he had become a real Spirit Lord.

Feng Yi looked at Ye Ming who had been waiting on the side. Sure enough, he had also advanced. Both of them were already at the initial stage of Spirit Master.

The man in front of the two men kowtowed to the man sincerely, saying, "Thank you, senior."

The man chuckled and said, "It's a small matter. Remember, I am Xue Li, the ancestor of the Blood Clan. After you go out, go find old Shangguan and tell him to take out his good wine. I will come to him in a while."

Feng Yi and Ye Ming naturally didn't know who the Shangguan old man that Senior Xue Li was talking about was, but Qing Shan knew. After all, his previous master was one of the ancestors who died in that battle. However, considering Shangguan Qingyue's surname, it seemed that the Shangguan that Xue Li was talking about must be Shangguan Qingyue's elder!

Just as Feng Yi and Ye Ming were about to say goodbye to Xue Li, they heard Xiao Huan in their minds say, "Feng Yi, this ancestor is seriously injured. He absorbed so much blood energy that his soul was torn apart. He can only use the blood energy to gather his soul under the blessing of the unchanging aura of this Eternal Land. Once he steps out of the Eternal Land, even if he doesn't die, he will lose half his life."

The soul is torn apart?

Feng Yi's expression changed slightly, and he quickly asked, "Xiao Huan, do you have a solution?"

"I've observed him for a long time and I'm not sure if this method will work. You can let him try it."

Xiao Huan stored the method in the jade ring with the power of his soul, and asked Feng Yi to leave the spiritual plants that could be used in the storage ring to Ancestor Xue Li.

Feng Yi didn't say anything more and directly handed the jade ring and a storage ring to the Xue Li Patriarch. Then he said, "Master, here is a prescription that may be of some help to your current situation."