After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Ming, Qin Ge, and their group finally arrived at the Spirit Clan. They didn't use the inter-domain teleportation array in the Boundary City; they simply crossed billions of miles of land to get there.

"arrive."

Looking at the land brimming with spiritual energy, Lingyu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

They're finally back.

Ten years have passed, and she has almost forgotten her identity as the quasi-saintess of Wanling Valley. A quasi-saintess is already a prodigy, but what is she compared to the people around her?

Qin Ge, a woman who was always taciturn but was subtly the center of attention, had already reached the peak of the Celestial Realm in cultivation.

There seemed to be no such thing as a threshold for cultivation in front of her; she simply broke through it naturally while playing the zither.

Qin Ming, on the other hand, fought his way through almost the entire journey, challenging every famous prodigy he encountered.

One can gain enlightenment in battle, or even break through to a higher realm in battle.

He is now at the sixth level of the Celestial Realm.

Furthermore, their combat strength cannot be determined by their cultivation level. Qin Ming, for example, even crushed the prodigies who had broken through the Dao with his cultivation at the Celestial Realm.

"Is this the Eldar?"

A voice rang out, interrupting her thoughts, and she looked at the human youth behind the giant sword.

Xin Huo, the one who received the teachings in the dream of the strongest human, seemed to have not cultivated much, but she could not see through his cultivation level.

He would stroke his bow and touch his arrows every day, and one day, when he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, he actually shot and killed a demon at the peak of the Creation Realm.

Little did he know that he had not yet reached the Creation Realm when he emerged from the valley.

"Yes, this is the Heavenly Gate of the Spirit Clan. The Spirit Clan has a total of nine Heavenly Gates, and the Spirit Clan Imperial Court is located at the very center of the nine Heavenly Gates."

"Among the human race, the Imperial Court is the strongest, while my Myriad Spirits Valley ranks eighth."

As the giant sword fell, the sword spirit's figure disappeared into the giant sword, and Qin Ming had an extra sword behind him.

They no longer used the giant sword to fly, but instead flew into the Spirit Realm on their own.

Unlike the Elemental Race, the Spirit Race ranks fourth among the top ten races, far surpassing the Elemental Race, and its powerful members are immeasurable.

"Although we are ranked eighth, it doesn't mean that my Wanling Valley is weak. My Wanling Valley has a quasi-emperor ancestor."

"And a thousand years ago, I took action once, and the Demon Clan's fall from the ranks of the top ten races was related to my ancestor of the Myriad Spirits Valley."

"And it's uncertain whether the ancestors of the other major powers are still alive."

Lingyu looked proud when she mentioned Wanling Valley, but when she looked at Qin Ming and the others, she didn't see much of a change in their expressions.

"Although your master is strong, he may not be a match for my ancestor. I heard from my master that my ancestor has taken a step forward in the Quasi-Emperor realm."

She said that the Quasi-Emperor was the strongest in the world.

Taking another step forward, it's hard to imagine.

None of them responded to her. Xin Huo had never actually met Lin Fan and didn't know him, but in his heart, Lin Fan was his only faith.

No one or any living being in the world can compare to it.

Qin Ming and Qin Ge simply shook their heads slightly. They had never known how strong their master was. Some people had said he was a saint, while others had said he was a great saint.

Some have even called him a quasi-emperor.

"However, it's not entirely safe to be in the Spirit Clan. With the Grand Tournament of All Races approaching, many other races have come to the Spirit Clan."

"Let's go to the Valley of Ten Thousand Spirits first."

After crossing the Heavenly Gate, they entered a Realm City. Without lingering, they left directly using the interdimensional teleportation array.

"Humans?"

Outside the teleportation array, someone saw Qin Ming and his companions frown slightly, but the next moment they seemed to realize something, and their expressions changed.

"It's him, Qin Ming!"

His words drew the attention of others.

Qin Ming is a name familiar to many. He is a human prodigy from the Nine Provinces, and too many prodigies have fallen to him.

"He's also come to the Spirit Clan. Could it be that he's going to participate in the Grand Tournament of All Races?"

One of the crystal beings unconsciously took a deep breath and said.

"This is the first time that the human race has participated in the Grand Tournament of All Races, but who gave them the audacity to participate?"

"I've heard that the geniuses of the human race in the Nine Provinces usually hide away for fear of being discovered by the inspectors we sent to the Nine Provinces, but there are actually some who have shown themselves on their own initiative."

"No matter how monstrous he is, he's destined not to survive."

……

Along the way, Qin Ming and his group had heard too many similar words. Human race observers were not a secret among these top races.

In their view, the Nine Provinces is a prison where they keep the human race under their control, and when the time comes, they will harvest them. Now, many places in the Xuanhuang Great World have descendants of blood-eating animals captured from the Nine Provinces.

To them, humans are no different from animals.

Qin Ming asked Ling Yu about the reasons, and Ling Yu mentioned the nature of the human race.

"I heard from the elders in the valley that human flesh and blood can be helpful in enlightenment and cultivation, and also have the effect of prolonging life."

"The closer a cultivator is to their death, the more they will try to capture humans."

Lingyu frowned as she uttered these words. In truth, she didn't believe it either; if the human race were like this, how could it have declined to such a state?

"To prolong life!"

Upon hearing her words, she saw a rare hint of murderous intent emanating from Qin Ge, which sent a chill down her spine.

From that moment on, she knew she was no match for Qin Ge.

She, a quasi-saintess of the Valley of Ten Thousand Spirits, was surpassed by a human prodigy who had just met her and was only at the Creation Realm, but she got used to it after a while.

She no longer even compared herself to Qin Ge and Qin Ming, having already placed them among the world's top-tier geniuses.

All they lack is time.

"You are... Sister Lingyu?"

After passing through seven Spirit Clan Heavenly Gates, they arrived at the Spirit Clan's eighth world. Not long after stepping out of the teleportation array, a Spirit Clan member recognized Ling Yu.

It was a young spirit race member who looked at Ling Yu with a shocked expression.

"Didn't you die in the primeval mountains?"

He said, then walked closer to examine Lingyu closely, finally revealing an excited expression. Lingyu looked at him and smiled helplessly.

"I didn't die, I made it out alive."

She couldn't exactly say that she was captured and taken to the Nine Provinces of the Human Race, and then walked all the way back to the Spirit Race from the Nine Provinces.

"Sister Lingyu, come with me to see Master. She will be very happy to see you," the young spirit said, and tried to pull Lingyu away.

Lingyu looked at Qin Ming and the others, and the young man from the Spirit Clan also noticed Qin Ming and the other three beside him, following Lingyu's gaze.

A young man carrying two swords on his back, a veiled woman holding a zither, and another young man standing behind them in a daze, seemingly lost in thought.

"Who are they?"

The spirit race boy had a look of doubt on his face. If he wasn't mistaken, there should be four humans. Why was Sister Lingyu with humans?

"They are my friends."

Ling Yu said, but the words the Ling Clan youth was about to say were instantly stuck in his throat. He looked at Qin Ming and the other three in disbelief.

Sister Lingyu is a quasi-saintess, how could she have friends among humans?