Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

"The Earthly Fiends Alliance, the Four Ancient Fiends?"

A thoughtful look flashed in Lan He's eyes.

If his memory serves him correctly, the Earthly Fiends Alliance had a mortal enemy in ancient times, namely the Heavenly Gang Alliance.

The leaders of the Heavenly Gang Alliance are the four major sects, among which the master of the Azure Dragon Hall is the now-famous Azure Dragon King, Qing Zhi.

His signature skill was the Azure Dragon Transformation Technique, which later became the weapon of the Martial Ancestor, allowing him to dominate the world.

Lan Ying nodded in agreement: "That's right. It is said that in ancient times, the Four Fiends and the Four Spirits fought for countless years, and in the end, they were both severely injured, and their inheritances were scattered to various places. I didn't expect that the Heavenly Demon Dynasty would actually find clues about the Four Fiends."

Lan He didn't say anything more, but just looked down at the key in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly.

This legacy... suits him well.

Taotie, one of the four ancient ferocious beasts, is said to devour everything and wield the power of devouring. This power is remarkably similar to his Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

If one could enter the ruins and obtain the Taotie's inheritance, perhaps one could use it to disguise the devouring power he wields.

At that time, he might be able to use the Devouring Ancestral Symbol without any restraint.

"However, we only have this one key right now. Who knows when we'll be able to collect the other three?"

At this moment, Qingfeng, who was standing to the side, frowned slightly and spoke up.

Lan He nodded, put away the key and map together, his expression calm:

"Let's take it one step at a time. We just finished a big battle, so let's rest for a bit and talk about it tomorrow."

He paused, then said, "I have a map. Anyway, we already know where the ruins are located. They're in the northeast region, near the core area. It's just that we can't open them without the key. We can ask around; maybe the other keys are hidden somewhere."

Lan Ying asked, "So, what are our plans next?"

Lan He pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"Our primary task is still to find the Balance Spirit Fruit. After we rest, let's continue towards the core of the Hundred Dynasties War. Let's go to Wanxiang City first. Its auctions are famous throughout the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield. Maybe we can find out some information there."

"While we're at it, we'll also inquire about the whereabouts of the other keys. If we're lucky enough to stumble upon one, we'll go check it out."

He glanced at the two of them and said calmly:

"No rush, the Hundred Dynasties War has only just begun, there's still a long way to go."

Lan Ying nodded, and Qing Feng also nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

……

Three days later

At the gate of Yancheng, the first light of dawn was breaking.

The Immortal Dynasty's people were fully prepared and ready to go. More than thirty figures stood quietly outside the city gate, each with a Qiankun bag containing their gains from the past few days hanging from their waist. Their spirits were even stronger than when they first arrived.

Lan Ying stood at the front of the group, while Qing Feng stood to one side with his sword, waiting for Lan He's command.

People from the Lonely Moon Dynasty have also arrived.

Mu Lin, accompanied by dozens of Lone Moon elites, stood at the city gate to see them off. Behind him were Mu Hanyue and the young cultivators who had fought alongside the Immortal Dynasty in the past few days.

"Brother Lan, I don't know when we'll meet again after this parting."

Mu Lin stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a smile, "The journey ahead is long, please take care."

Lan He nodded slightly and returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute: "Take care, Brother Mu. If there is an opportunity in the future, we will meet again at Baichao Mountain."

Mu Lin laughed heartily, his voice cheerful: "Definitely! I'll definitely fight alongside Brother Lan again then, and let those blind fools witness the brilliance of Gu Yue!"

Lan He smiled slightly and nodded.

He was about to turn around and give the order to depart when he suddenly heard a soft call, tinged with a cautious gentleness:

"Young Master Lan..."

Lanhe turned around.

Mu Hanyue walked out from the crowd.

She was still dressed in white, her aloofness like the moon, but now her eyes were slightly lowered, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks. She walked up to Lan He, holding a brocade pouch in both hands, and handed it to him.

The brocade pouch was small, but the embroidery was extremely exquisite, with fine stitches. It was embroidered with a winter plum tree, a common sight in the Lonely Moon Dynasty, outlined with silver threads that shimmered with a soft luster in the morning light.

Lan He was slightly taken aback.

At that moment, a burst of good-natured laughter came from the direction of the Lonely Moon Dynasty. A young cultivator chuckled and exclaimed:

"Young Master Lan, this is a custom of our Lonely Moon Dynasty. If a woman falls in love with a man, she will embroider a brocade pouch as a gift. Accepting it is a way of acknowledging her feelings!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group from Lonely Moon laughed even harder, but it was all good-natured laughter filled with blessings.

Mu Hanyue's face turned even redder, almost as if it were about to bleed. Yet she stubbornly held up the brocade pouch, neither retracting it nor backing down.

Lan He looked down at the brocade pouch and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he gently shook his head.

"Miss Hanyue, I appreciate your kind intentions."

His voice was soft, yet clear:

"But my heart already belongs to someone else. I can only accept your kindness, young lady."

Mu Hanyue's hand trembled slightly.

She looked up and glanced at Lan He.

A glint of water flashed in her clear, cool eyes, which she then gently lowered her eyelids to conceal it.

"……I see."

Her voice was soft, yet steady. She slowly put the brocade pouch back into her palm, then turned and walked back into the crowd.

Mu Lin sighed, patted his sister's shoulder, and didn't say anything more.

The people of the Lonely Moon Dynasty also quieted down. The good-natured laughter disappeared, replaced by a silent atmosphere tinged with regret.

Lanhe stood there, watching the figure disappear into the crowd, without saying anything more.

He turned around, and with a slight thought, a beam of azure light shot out from his Qiankun bag, hovering steadily in front of him. It was the reforged Azure Scale Sword. The sword's entire body shimmered with a pale azure light, and faint sounds of wind and thunder emanated from its blade. After that reforging, this sword had been completely transformed.

Lanhe took a step forward and landed on the sword.

Clad in white, he soared through the air on his sword.

Behind her, Lan Ying chuckled softly, also drawing a longsword and following closely behind. Qing Feng remained silent, sword light appearing beneath his feet as he stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

More than thirty cultivators from the Immortal Dynasty unleashed their abilities, and their figures soared into the air.

Lan He glanced down at the white figure still standing in the same spot at the city gate, then looked away and said softly:

"Walk."

The next moment, the Azure Scale Sword transformed into a streak of light and sped away into the distance.

Behind him, more than thirty sword lights followed closely, like a shooting star, piercing through this vast world.

The wind howled, and clothes fluttered in the wind.

The white figure gradually shrank until it disappeared into the vast horizon.

Mu Hanyue remained standing in the same spot, gazing up at the empty sky, motionless for a long time.

"Little sister, they've all gone far away, stop looking..."

Mu Lin stepped forward and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Mu Hanyue did not react.

A thin layer of mist had somehow settled over her clear, cool eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to let the mist condense into drops, but her eyes still involuntarily reddened.

Seeing his sister like this, Mu Lin felt a pang of pain in his heart. He sighed softly and whispered, "Silly girl, don't be sad. Someone like Brother Lan..."

He paused, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and感慨:

"Upon entering the Hundred Dynasties War, he was already at the Fifth Element Nirvana Realm. Looking at all the Hundred Dynasties Wars throughout history, those who can reach this level at this age are extremely rare."

"Such a person is destined to join a super sect and become a personal disciple of those great figures. If they have enough opportunities in the future, they might even be able to break through the Life and Death Profound Realm and become a powerful figure in their own right..."

He lowered his head, looking at his sister's profile, and lowered his voice even further:

"They are not from the same world as us."

Mu Hanyue's shoulders trembled slightly. She didn't speak, but simply gripped the brocade pouch in her bosom even tighter.

After a long while, she nodded gently.

"……I know."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

Mu Lin didn't say anything more, he just patted her on the shoulder and turned to walk into the city.

Of all things in this world, the bond between lovers is the hardest to break.

Few women could remain unmoved by the extraordinary talent and brilliance of Brother Lan. My own sister is a renowned beauty in the Lonely Moon Dynasty, with suitors stretching from the east to the west of the dynasty. But if she were to meet someone like him, all those accolades would pale in comparison.

Not to mention compared to the geniuses of the Immortal Dynasty, even Lan Ying, Lan Brother's cousin, is slightly inferior to her own sister.

Such a gap cannot be bridged by appearances, nor by sentiments.

I hope she understands.