Chapter 93 Just a Pawn 12
Ren Yi actually knew from the beginning that the demon seal left by Hao Ming was not just a simple connection of souls. For example, right now, Hao Ming could completely use the connection of the demon seal to ignore the barrier of the ninth level and get to Ren Yi's side.
But being able to do it is one thing, actually making it is another!
Xuanwei is currently at the ninth level of cultivation. If Haoming really does this, the matter of the demon seal will no longer be able to be kept secret.
Given Xuanwei's attitude towards "Yuanque," upon discovering such a mark on the puppet, he would probably be tempted to kill Haoming.
……wrong.
Given Haoming's previous undisguised desire to destroy the puppet, the two had already become mortal enemies, so it didn't seem like one more incident would make a difference.
Ren Yi thought about it a lot, but in reality, things happened in an instant.
The moment he sensed the spatial fluctuations, Xuanwei appeared in the room. At the same time, Haoming, whose form had not yet solidified, grabbed Ren Yi's arm and roughly tore open the illusion that enveloped him.
Ren Yi had previously managed to deceive Xuan Wei with this disguise. This illusion was indeed extremely ingenious, but it was still useless against the overwhelming power of the unreasonable forces. The bloody arm appeared in front of the two of them in an instant.
Even though he had anticipated it, Haoming's movements still faltered upon witnessing this scene. He even forgot to defend against Xuanwei's attack. The latter was also shaken by the unexpected scene, and the immortal power he unleashed lost its momentum, barely managing to break through the thick-skinned demon's defenses.
Xuanwei stared blankly at the wounds clearly etched by the divine soul on the puppet's body, as if it had lost the ability to react to the outside world.
It wasn't until Haoming leaned over and picked Ren Yi up, making a gesture as if he wanted to leave, that he seemed to realize something and took a step forward.
Looking at Xuanwei blocking his way, Haoming curled his lips without a smile, his voice icy: "The demon race has a secret method to repair the soul. If you want him to die again, you can continue to block me."
Although Ren Yi was once again caught off guard by Hao Ming's unpredictable actions, the outcome was fortunately not bad. Neither Hao Ming nor Xuan Wei doubted the injury. It was probably because Yuan Que's injury back then was similar to this wound, or perhaps neither of them had actually witnessed Yuan Que's injury.
The latter possibility is more likely. After all, no matter what, he couldn't possibly be injured exactly like Yuan Que, and with these two people around, Yuan Que wouldn't suffer a fatal injury.
The crisis has been temporarily averted, but the secret method for repairing the soul that Haoming mentioned...
The moment Ren Yi's worry surfaced, Hao Ming pointed his finger at his forehead, forcibly severing the connection between his soul and the puppet, plunging his consciousness into darkness.
Ren Yi: "..."
The most urgent task is to prevent the wounds to the soul from continuing to affect the puppet; Haoming's approach is perfectly sound.
But what Ren Yi was more worried about at this moment was whether he would have a chance to open his eyes again. If he found something wrong when repairing his soul, he would basically be done for.
Ren Yi could only pin his hopes on the fates of "Xun Que" and "Yuan Que," which were practically twins.
It can even deceive the Heavenly Dao, so repairing the soul shouldn't be a big problem.
The system sensed the host's concerns and confidently assured, "[Don't worry, host, I've created a sealed disguise outside.]"
Ren Yi was surprised: "[You have data about this world?]"
Soul disguise is a basic skill of the system, so Ren Yi isn't worried about it. However, their current problem is that they don't have Yuan Que's soul data.
This is why Ren Yi was constantly worried about being exposed in front of Xuan Wei. If he had complete information on Yuan Que's personality, behavior model, and soul data, he could cooperate with the system to deceive not only the protagonist but also the world's consciousness for a while (of course, this is a dangerous act that the Transmigration Bureau has repeatedly warned against, and it is best not to do it if you have a choice).
[No. ]
The system's voice dropped for a moment. This kind of data collection and organization was its job, but unfortunately, all the data in this world was stuck on that small piece of unrecovered fragment.
However, it quickly raised its voice, "[But the protagonist of this world is designed to repair the Heavenly Dao. By working backward from the current state of the Heavenly Dao's incompleteness and finding the optimal soul waveband, we can deduce his soul data.]"
Ren Yi was taken aback. This method sounded easy, but it was not so simple to calculate.
No wonder the system hasn't made much noise lately.
[I've been scraping data for a while now, and this reverse inference model uses a lot of computing power... I was afraid we wouldn't have enough time to calculate the results, so I didn't tell the host beforehand.] Sure enough, the system stammered an explanation for a while, but it quickly cheered up, [But at least we made it!]
It confidently asserted, "[I substituted the result into the calculation several times, and there's absolutely no problem!]"
Even if the protagonist were to arrive, he couldn't possibly calculate a result more perfect than the Dao of Mending Heaven!
(System: Something seems wrong?... Never mind, that's not important.)
It continued to reassure the host, "[This is the optimal result I derived, so don't worry, host!]"
With the system's guarantee, Ren Yi truly breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease. [Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Yi.]
The system's data stream rapidly changed form several times, stammering, "[N-nothing, this is just my job!!]"
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Haoming claimed he had a way to save the person, and Xuanwei couldn't stop him, but he also couldn't let Haoming take the person away so easily. He followed him all the way to the forbidden area of the demon race. Haoming knew this wasn't the time to argue, so he reluctantly held back.
Golden-red blood filled the totem, and the opened spatial passage revealed the scenery on the other side.
It was another world, like a mirror, but unlike the lush forest here, it was a withered forest, filled with grayish-white mist. As far as the eye could see, there were only withered branches, devoid of any life. Compared to the eerie ghost realm, this place vividly illustrated the image of "death." In contrast to the vibrant life here, the scene inside was even more terrifying.
Upon seeing the scene before him, even Xuanwei, who was concerned for Ren Yi's safety, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Haoming glanced at the person beside him and said indifferently, "Outsiders are not welcome here. Don't blame me for not warning you."
Xuanwei didn't answer that question. Instead, he stared at the grayish-white mist for a while and asked, "Dragon's breath?"
Haoming chuckled, neither confirming nor denying, and stepped inside with Ren Yi in his arms.
Noticing Xuanwei following closely behind, Haoming sneered inwardly but did not offer any warning.
However, he had no energy to do anything else at this moment. The moment he stepped into this space, it was as if the life force around him was stripped away, and he was completely in a deadly situation. The death energy seemed to penetrate his body and erode into the depths of his soul. He had to use all his strength to resist in order to barely maintain his consciousness.
Haoming wasn't lying when he said "outsiders aren't welcome here," but for the demon race, this place wasn't easy either. The suppression of their bloodline made them unable to suppress their desire to submit. Even though Haoming possessed the blood of the dragon race, the pinnacle of the demon race, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of retreat here.
Because what sleeps here is also a dragon, an older and more powerful one.
Even though it is already in its twilight years, its pervasive pressure is enough to drive away anything that comes near.
Haoming wasn't sure if he could afford the price of disturbing this senior's slumber, even though he was considered the only remaining descendant of the same race.
It should be noted that, apart from a few groups with gregarious habits, most powerful individual demons have little sense of kinship, especially dragons. If there is any kinship, it is only towards their young. Although Haoming's age is not even a fraction of the long lifespan of dragons, he is definitely an adult. Moreover, his blood connection with the ancestor sleeping here is far from close, so it can only be barely described as "kinship".
Haoming took a deep breath and finally continued walking inside.
Their entry was loud enough to wake the slumbering ancestor; without permission, they wouldn't have been able to get in at all. Of course, it's also possible that the ancestor had been sleeping for too long and, upon waking, wanted to fill his stomach, waiting for these little snacks to deliver themselves to his door.
Haoming brought Xuanwei along at this time, partly to prevent the latter possibility.
Between bloodline descendants and alien races, even if this ancestor really wanted to eat something, it seemed more likely that he would choose the latter.
Regardless of their thoughts, Haoming and Xuanwei eventually led Ren Yi to the cliff face. For a human, it was an extremely high precipice, with the fierce winds blowing so strong that anyone standing on it would feel swayed. But for the jet-black dragon, it was merely a platform for rest.
The black dragon's body stretched as far as the eye could see, and compared to it, even Haoming's original form seemed small.
However, at this moment, anyone could see the old age of this black dragon. The black scales were etched with the marks of time, and its whiskers were completely white. Yet, even so, no one dared to underestimate it in the slightest. The immense pressure surrounding its body was enough to make everyone understand that even in its twilight years, it could easily deal with any enemy who dared to offend it, more easily than crushing an insect.
Three tiny dots, the size of normal human bodies, were far too insignificant to the dragon's form. The black dragon's already cloudy yellow eyes struggled to focus for a long time before finally landing on the visitors. It lowered its head, trying to get even closer, and the fleeting breath it exhaled forced the people on the cliff to raise their arms to block it. The dragon's head dropped most of the way down, and its half-open yellow pupils finally came to a position that was barely level with the visitors. However, the two people being stared at couldn't help but freeze.
Facing this black dragon, not only Haoming, a junior of the demon race, but even Xuanwei, who had never been subordinate to anyone for so many years, bowed and said, "Junior Xuanwei greets Senior Youyuan."
Although Haoming didn't kindly introduce them, Xuanwei still recognized the other person's identity.
Now, there is only one black dragon left in the world.
Unlike Xuanwei, who immediately recognized the black dragon's identity, Youyuan squinted and carefully examined the newcomer for a long time before finally recognizing him. He spoke, and the huge commotion was like thunder, causing the ground nearby to shake. However, the content of his words was not serious at all. He asked, "Xiaoming?"
Haoming looked visibly speechless, but still lowered his head and admitted, "Thank you for remembering me, Ancestor. I am your junior."
Although this black dragon seemed extremely unapproachable in terms of its size, imposing presence, and the dragon's might surrounding it, it was surprisingly good-natured. Despite being disturbed from its slumber, it showed no displeasure and instead asked directly, "What do you want with me?"
Such a lenient attitude made Haoming suspect that the other party might be mistaking him for a young dragon who had not yet reached adulthood.
That's certainly possible; he vaguely remembered that this ancestor's memory wasn't very good before he fell into a deep sleep.
This was good news for them. It was hard to say how the Black Dragon Ancestor treated his adult kin, but he was always very kind to the younger generation. Thinking of this, Haoming didn't dare to delay and hurriedly said respectfully, "I have a friend whose soul has been damaged and is in imminent danger. I know that you have a secret method for cultivating the soul, so I have come to ask for your help."
Upon hearing the word "friend," Youyuan's half-drooping eyelids finally lifted, and his eyes fell on Xuanwei beside Haoming, his gaze seemingly filled with doubt.
Haoming was looking down and didn't notice the direction the old ancestor was looking. He only felt a long silence, but he didn't dare to urge him and could only wait quietly for the other party's response.
After a long while, he heard a sound that seemed to come to a realization, "Di Li."
This name is from so long ago that everyone adds an honorific title or carefully avoids mentioning it. Both Haoming and Xuanwei are juniors, and they had never heard of using these two characters as a straightforward name before, so they were both stunned for a moment.
Xuanwei noticed Youyuan's gaze on him. He bowed slightly and spoke at length, "Emperor Li has already attained the Dao. I, Xuanwei, am fortunate to succeed the Emperor and take over the Nine Heavens."
After a long silence, Youyuan finally let out a slow "Oh," and affirmed, "You changed your name."
Xuanwei: "..."
Haoming: "..."
Both of them felt that there might be something wrong with the senior's understanding process.
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