"Isn't Zhuanyi the divine son of the You Clan?"
"Divine Child, he called you Young Ancestor?"
"Divine Child! You..."
Just as Yuan Wuluo was shocked, Yuan Zhexian smiled and quietly looked at Yuan Wuluo, then slowly said, "Wuluo, the ancestor of the You Clan is my master."
His voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.
Yuan Wuluo's eyes widened in shock. He never imagined that Yuan Zhexian would have such an identity!
“I am naturally the young ancestor of the You Clan.”
Yuan Zhexian continued, his tone calm and confident.
These words struck Yuan Wuluo's heart like a heavy hammer.
He stood there blankly, unsure how to respond.
After a long while, Yuan Wuluo finally came to his senses. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Just then, Zhuanyi spoke up: "Back then, when I brutally tyrannized you, it wasn't because I had a grudge against you."
His voice was deep and serious, which was quite startling.
"It's just to let the world see that my You Clan and your Yuan Clan seem to have an irreconcilable feud."
"Secondly, we will put pressure on you to push your strength to improve rapidly."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Wuluo finally understood what Zhuanyi had done.
It turns out that his crazy actions were not out of malice, but had a deeper purpose.
Yuan Wuluo's face showed a look of sudden realization, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "So that's how it is..."
This also explains why Zhuanyi had only been beating them up without ever actually killing them.
Just then, Zhuanyi's expression suddenly became extremely solemn. He stared intently at the strange baleful aura in front of him and said to Yuan Zhexian in a deep voice, "Young Ancestor, this baleful aura is too strange. It is constantly devouring our immortal spiritual power, and at an extremely fast speed!"
"However, because we possess the body of an emperor, the consumption of immortal spiritual power is relatively slower."
"Those divine sons and daughters who lacked imperial bodies had a tremendous amount of their immortal spiritual power devoured the moment they entered."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, even so, I can only exert about 60% of my strength at my peak."
"What's worse is that there isn't even a trace of immortal energy here."
"If this continues, our immortal spiritual power will be exhausted by this evil energy sooner or later."
At this point, Zhuanyi's brows furrowed tightly, showing some anxiety.
Upon hearing Zhuanyi's words, Yuan Zhexian also spoke up, saying, "It's not just you; we all face the same problem."
"I can only use about 80% of my current strength."
"And Wu Luo and the others, like you, can only exert about 60% of their strength."
After a moment of silence, Yuan Zhexian spoke again: "Our most urgent task right now is to find a way to stop the loss of immortal spiritual power."
"Let's head deeper into the space and see if we can find any clues or solutions there."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
Without hesitation, they followed Yuan Zhexian and quickly ventured deeper into the space.
Before long, Yuan Zhexian and his party arrived at a place filled with the stench of blood.
The place was filled with withered branches and broken trees, and the ground was covered with red rocks, making the whole scene look extremely desolate.
However, when they stepped into this region, they were surprised to find that, despite the desolate environment, the rate at which their spiritual energy was draining was much slower than before.
Moreover, the malevolent energy here seemed to be thinner than when they first entered.
As Yuan Zhexian was observing the surrounding environment, he suddenly said, "I feel that the closer we get to the depths of this space, the thinner the malevolent energy becomes, unlike when we first came in."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a hoarse, eerie voice suddenly rang out in the air: "A human?" "A person from the Immortal Realm!"
"Haha! It's been so long since I've absorbed the essence and blood of immortals!"
Accompanied by this eerie laughter, two figures slowly emerged from the shadows.
The two men were dressed in disheveled clothes, their bodies were emaciated, their faces were contorted and grotesque, and their eyes were bloodshot, revealing a kind of madness and greed.
Even more terrifying was that they exuded a strong, bloody, and malevolent aura, sending chills down one's spine.
Then, the man's body trembled slightly, and he excitedly said, "I think I can sense that they have the aura of an Emperor Pill on them."
At this moment, their eyes turned extremely red, as if they could drip blood, and their greedy gazes, like those of hungry wolves, stared intently at Yuan Zhexian.
It was as if they wanted to devour him and his companions alive.
Then one of them let out a low, hoarse voice, like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell: "One quasi-Immortal King, five Golden Immortals."
His voice betrayed barely suppressed excitement and greed as he continued, "This time, we can not only have a feast, but also acquire a lot of magical artifacts, elixirs, and pills!"
"And that Imperial Pill."
A sinister smile crept across his face. "These treasures are enough for us to survive for a very long time!"
As soon as they finished speaking, a dazzling red light suddenly erupted from their bodies. This light was mixed with a strange baleful aura, and like a red whirlwind, it swept towards Yuan Zhexian and the others at an astonishing speed.
Faced with this sudden attack, Ji Jingtian and Yuan Ruochu were not afraid at all. They immediately unleashed an incomparably powerful force, like two unshakable mountains, resolutely meeting the two red whirlwinds.
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