40: Secrets of the Ancient Tribe 1

North Cang Spiritual Institute, late night.

Xiao Bing stood alone on the top floor of the Cultivation Tower, gazing at the jade talisman Qing Yanjing had left him.

Under the moonlight, the runes on the talisman’s surface were identical to the Tai Ling Sacred Lightning mark condensed by Han Yue, emitting faint spatial fluctuations.

“There’s indeed a problem…” he murmured softly.

Besides serving as a token, this jade talisman also concealed a hidden spatial coordinate.

After three days of research, Xiao Bing finally deciphered the outer Restriction, confirming that the coordinate pointed to the Fu Tu Ancient Clan’s core Forbidden Ground—the Tai Ling Stele Forest.

“What are you thinking about?”

Han Yue’s voice came from behind him.

She had just finished her Cultivation, and a few more ice-blue strands appeared among her silver hair, the aura of the Tai Ling Sacred Lightning becoming even purer.

Xiao Bing told her about his discovery, and Han Yue frowned slightly: “Did Saintess Qing Yanjing intentionally leave clues?”

“Most likely.”

Xiao Bing nodded, “She seems to want to guide us to discover something.”

As the two were conversing, a green leaf suddenly drifted in from outside the window.

The leaf spun in the air, transforming into a line of small characters:

“Tomorrow at Chen Shi, North Cang Peak. —Jing”

The characters flashed and disappeared, and the leaf immediately self-combusted, leaving no ashes behind.

“She’s here,” Han Yue said softly.

Xiao Bing pondered, “It seems this Saintess is not of one mind with the Fu Tu Ancient Clan.”

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The next morning, the highest peak of the North Cang Mountain Range.

Qing Yanjing stood with her hands behind her back at the edge of the cliff, her plain dress fluttering in the wind, like a Fairy from a painting.

When Xiao Bing and the other two arrived, she said without turning her head:

“The Blood God Clan has already allied with the Corpse Demon Race, Ghost Mansion, and other Evil Path forces, and has begun a large-scale search for Ascension cultivators from the Lower Plane.”

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow: “For the plane of origin?”

Qing Yanjing turned around, her gaze sweeping over the three of them: “More than that.

What they truly desire is the key to ‘that world’.”

“Dou Qi Continent?” Xiao Bing keenly sensed the hidden meaning in her words.

Qing Yanjing gently shook her head: “Your world is very special.

In ancient times, it was called the ‘Source World’, the initial birthplace of the plane of origin.”

She waved her sleeve, and a light screen unfolded, revealing a vast starry sky.

Countless planes floated like bubbles, one of them exceptionally bright.

“After the Source World split, its fragments scattered in all directions, but the core part remained in its original place.”

Qing Yanjing pointed to the bright plane, “And you, are the last guardians of the Source World.”

Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.

The Dou Qi Continent actually had such a background?

“What is the connection between the Fu Tu Ancient Clan and the Source World?” Han Yue went straight to the core.

Qing Yanjing looked at her with appreciation: “Well asked.”

A Holy Thunder rune condensed on her fingertip, “Three thousand years ago, Saintess Fang Qing of my clan infiltrated the Source World to search for the plane of origin.

But she… betrayed the clan’s precepts.”

“Betrayal?”

“She fell in love with a person from the Source World and bore a child.”

Qing Yanjing looked at Han Yue, “That is the ancestor of your Han Family.”

Han Yue’s delicate body trembled: “So the Tai Ling Sacred Lightning within me…”

“Is the Bloodline Legacy of Saintess Fang Qing.”

Qing Yanjing sighed, “The Fu Tu Xuan lineage insists on retrieving the plane of origin, while I… choose to protect the descendants of Saintess Fang Qing.”

Xiao Bing suddenly thought of something: “How did the Blood God Clan know the secret of the Source World?”

“There is a traitor within the clan.”

A cold light flashed in Qing Yanjing’s eyes, “For these years, Fu Tu Xuan has secretly been trading with the Blood God Clan.”

She took out a crystal-clear jade stone: “This is the pass to the Tai Ling Stele Forest.

The Holy Thunder Bloodline within Han Yue can activate it and show you the truth.”

Han Yue took the jade stone, hesitating: “Why are you helping us?”