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"Who are you? Why are you forcibly entering our ruins?"

The old man's figure appeared before Feng Lin.

He had long black hair, but his face was covered with deep wrinkles, making him look very old.

"You've misunderstood. I just came out of the torrent and wanted to leave, but your people stopped me."

Feng Lin smiled and raised his hand. The ice in the entire ruins gradually dissipated and finally returned to normal.

Only the ice in Feng Lin's hand.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes were filled with disbelief. "How could you possibly emerge from the rushing water? Our side was also sealed off. How did you get in?"

"Let me tell you a secret: all these streams are connected. I entered from one of the streams and came out from here."

Feng Lin pondered for a moment, "How should I explain this to you? Never mind, I think this is easier."

As he said this, he used one hand to create space in front of him.

Within the pitch-black dimensional space, a powerful suction force emanated outwards.

The old man and the middle-aged man looked at each other in disbelief, both deeply shocked.

I never expected that this young man in front of me would be the legendary saint.

"Okay, how's that explanation?"

Feng Lin glanced indifferently at the two people in front of him.

"Senior, this explanation is sufficient. We believe you. However, if we want to get out of here, we need to remove the barrier. Please wait a moment."

The old man spoke respectfully.

This explanation is indeed sufficient; a sage like him has no reason to deceive them.

If something really happens, we'll just crush them with sheer strength; there's no need to waste time.

"Are you supposed to be the original race?"

Feng Lin looked at the old man and asked.

“That’s right, my name is Shui Sheng, and I am from the original race. There are not many people who can recognize our race now.”

Shui Sheng smiled and shook his head.

"You're too kind. How could no one have heard of the powerful strength of the Origin Clan? It's rumored that you brought down the Nine Nether Clan from their divine position; you were truly meritorious."

Feng Lin looked at Shui Sheng and said.

"That has nothing to do with us; that's all from ancient times."

Shui Sheng shook his head.

"What? With your strength and the achievement of defeating the Nine Nether Clan, you should be honored guests in the eyes of any race in the Divine Realm, right? Why do you look so resentful?"

Feng Lin asked curiously.

"Hehe, to be honest, senior, you know our Primal Clan is so powerful, so why is it that we rarely hear of this race in the Divine Realm?"

Shui Sheng looked at Feng Lin and asked.

Ye Yourong's voice also came over, "In the Divine Land, I have never heard of the Origin Clan. It is only said that the Nine Nether Clan was pulled down from its pedestal by many other races. I have never mentioned any particular race."

"why?"

Feng Lin asked curiously.

"Let me ask you, senior. For example, in our world, a tyrant appeared and ruled our world for a very long time, causing widespread suffering among the people."

"But suddenly, you, this master, appeared, leading many people to finally overthrow the tyrant. But someone has to sit on this monarch's seat, and you naturally became the ruler of the world."

Shui Sheng, having said this, looked at Feng Lin and asked, "What do you think will happen next?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly. "You mean, other races are worried that your native race will become the next tyrant?"

“That’s right, that’s exactly it. When we had the Nine Nether Clan as an enemy, all of our races could unite against it. But when the enemy disappeared and our Origin Clan sat on the throne, all the other races feared that we would become the second Nine Nether Clan.” Shui Sheng explained, “At that time, there were undercurrents in the Divine Realm, and many people had already begun to prepare to deal with our Origin Clan.”

"What abilities does your Primal Race possess?"

Feng Lin asked curiously, "I remember that powerful races usually have powerful abilities?"

Shui Sheng looked at Feng Lin and said, "During the time when the Nine Nether Clan ruled the Divine Land, our Origin Clan already had an ancestor who became a saint, possessing the ability to change the Heavenly Dao. Our Origin Clan's physique has not yet reached the ninth level of the Great Perfection. When we reach the eighth level, we can directly sublimate."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin was shocked, never expecting that the Origin Clan could achieve such a feat.

I'd always heard that some races could skip certain levels, like students skipping grades, and today I finally saw it for myself.

"Later, our ancestor was considered a danger by the Nine Nether Clan and was killed. After that, we had another ancestor, who brought down the Nine Nether Clan from their divine position. This ancestor also comprehended the ability to change the Heavenly Dao and cultivated the Heaven and Earth Breathing Technique."

Shui Sheng paused for a moment and said, "This technique is ultimately engraved in our souls, and we are born with the ability to use it passively."

What capabilities does this have?

Feng Lin asked.

"To put it simply, as long as our race is breathing, it's equivalent to cultivating ourselves."

Shui Sheng explained, "Especially at lower levels, we often advance in rank while we're sleeping."

"Wow! That's really impressive. No wonder other races think you'll become the next Nine Nether Clan. It's quite terrifying."

Feng Lin was full of surprise, "What happened next?"

"Their underhanded dealings with our younger generation came to the attention of our ancestors. They didn't say much, but simply led our race into seclusion, detached from worldly affairs. We didn't participate in the next battle for the Divine Tree. From then on, the various races in the Divine Land gradually calmed down."

Shui Sheng shook his head slightly as he said this, "Later, I don't know what happened, but our ancestor suddenly disappeared, and we all disappeared without a trace. In the end, our people also dispersed. Some people planned to continue to fight for the divine position and avenge our ancestor, while others followed our ancestor's wishes and continued to live in seclusion."

Which category do you belong to?

Feng Lin asked.

“We’ve all come down here, so naturally we’re the ones who go into seclusion.”

Shui Sheng explained.

"I see. So, do you know that the divine tree has now grown back in the divine land?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile.

"I really don't know. Our sage is in another dimension on the other side of the river. Perhaps our ancestor knows something."

Shui Sheng shook his head.

"I see. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first. You can tell your ancestor."

Feng Lin raised his hand and shattered the space around him. "I'm leaving now."

"Goodbye, senior."

As soon as Shui Sheng finished speaking, the space around him cracked open.

A woman in a long robe walked out from there.

"Ancestor!"

Upon seeing the woman, Shui Sheng immediately bowed.

Feng Lin had just stepped into the spatial rift when he pulled his foot back in.

He sized up the woman in front of him; judging from her appearance, she was probably around forty years old.

She had long blue hair, and stared at Feng Lin with surprise in her eyes. "You're Feng Lin?"

"No way, senior actually knows me."

Feng Lin was utterly shocked. (End of Chapter)