The direct inheritors of the primal village can communicate with it, a fact that makes the Evil Spirit race wary. Furthermore, the Spirit God race possesses formidable abilities that inspire fear across all six races. Their most potent skill is mind-reading, a telepathy that transcends realms and can even decipher one's thoughts during combat. As long as a being can think, be it silently or in the depths of their mind, the Spirit Gods can read it, not just thoughts but the very essence of the mind itself.
This capability elevates the Spirit God race to a top-three position among the seven. The foremost race is the Undying race, beings incapable of death. Regardless of the injuries sustained, even if their bodies are blown to smithereens, they can instantly regenerate to their original form, existing in a state of immortality. Their powers are monstrous, and their combat strength is directly tied to these powers. With each death and subsequent resurrection, their strength increases. Every death bestows a three percent power boost, calculated based on their own existing strength.
This means that the higher the level of an Undying being, the more terrifying the power increase after death and resurrection. The stronger they become, the more powerful they are upon revival. Even the Spirit God race cannot contend with them. However, the primal villagers, who are said to be behind the Undying race, have never appeared, and the Undying race itself has never been seen in the myriad worlds, existing only in legends that circulate throughout them.
Xie Ru shared this knowledge with Xie Xie, who, for the first time, learned that besides their own Evil Spirit race, there were others who had been created. Xie Xie asked, "What about the other four races?"
"I'm not sure. The ancient texts don't record them. The main narrative begins now."
"In the year one hundred and eleven of the epoch, the Spirit God Emperor suddenly vanished from his palace. All members of the Spirit God race were dispatched to search for their Emperor. After all, the Emperor was their creator, their sovereign. Ancient texts record that the Spirit God Emperor left the Spirit God race to perform a ritual. The Spirit Gods' abilities are unique, but they have obvious drawbacks: their numbers are scarce. This departure from the palace was to find a solution to this problem."
"The Spirit God race has a minuscule population. You and I know that the entire race numbers less than a hundred. If not for their powerful abilities, they would never have become one of the seven races. Let's continue. At that time, the Spirit God Emperor left his palace and ventured into the myriad worlds. The Spirit God race was in a state of seclusion. The Spirit God Emperor, in his effort to break through the sealed barrier, lost his memory and became lost in the myriad worlds."
"Thus, the Spirit God Emperor arrived at the realm of the Divine Spirit world. Here, he encountered a race similar to his own. The Divine Spirit world calls them the Spirit race. The Spirit Emperor initially believed they were of the same race and joined their ranks. After a long period of interaction, he fell in love with a Spirit girl, married her, and they had a child."
Xie Ru sighed as he reached this point.
"The Spirit race was well aware that the Spirit God race could not reproduce. The Spirit race decisively employed a technique to forcefully overcome this limitation. Later, at the moment the child was born, members of the Spirit God race arrived. Upon seeing them, the Spirit God Emperor regained his memories. He thanked the Spirit race behind him and left them, returning to the Spirit God race."
"That's how it happened."
"But how can you be sure that the girl was a princess of the Spirit God race? Why didn't the Spirit God Emperor take the Spirit race in or bring his child back?"
Xie Xie looked confused. Xie Ru said calmly, "Because of bloodline. The gap in bloodline between the Spirit race and the Spirit God race is ultimately too great. If the elders of the Spirit God race were to know of a mixed-blood offspring, even the creator would debate it, and that would cause trouble."
"The Evil Spirit Lord's corruption, the Undying Lord's eternal life, the Spirit God Lord's bloodline. Each of the seven races values something different, a rule set by the primal villagers."
"Even the creator cannot defy it, the will of the primal village."
Xie Ru said with a sigh. Truthfully, this story was quite enviable. Xie Ru slowly departed, and Xie Xie left the room, leaving it empty.
At the Southern Fortress, within Number's chamber, the wound on Number's neck, formed by coalesced evil spirit energy, was increasingly affecting his sanity. Number was doing his utmost to suppress the evil spirit energy, but it was having a noticeable impact on him, causing his emotions to fluctuate wildly. Number knew that if he couldn't suppress the evil spirit energy, he would be assimilated into a puppet of the Evil Spirit race, and then he would turn his attention to this world, personally destroying it. Number was covered in sweat. Chen Ling's figure slowly walked in through the doorway.
Chen Ling asked with concern, "Are you alright? Sit down for a moment, and I'll help you clear out the evil spirit energy."
"Okay."
Chen Ling's left hand manifested the Spirit Realm Staff. He raised the Spirit Realm Staff high, and a pure white magic array appeared above Number's head. The white array descended, and white energy flowed continuously into the wound on Number's neck. From the wound on Number's neck, strands of black energy rose, heading towards the array above.
This was a unique array of the Spirit race, capable of purifying all evil energies. The Spirit race, with their pure hearts, were untainted by any wicked emotions and were unaffected by the Evil Spirit race. They could be considered akin to Chen Tian. The Spirit race's purification array was effective against the evil spirit energy. Soon, Number's wound healed. Chen Ling then cast a healing spell, greatly increasing the speed of recovery. Number's neck was instantly restored, with no trace of the previous injury.
"Thank you, Chen Ling. I didn't expect you to be the first to wake up."
"Hehe, I wasn't the first to wake up. The first to awaken was Chen Tian's master."
Chen Ling said with a playful and cute tone. Number was stunned. The first to awaken was her? How was that possible!
"This is not right! According to the contract, divine spirits can awaken in advance, but those below divine spirits need to wait for the appointed time. How did she awaken?"
Number was very confused, unable to find an answer no matter how he thought about it.
"You'll have to ask my sister yourself. Now tell me about the current situation. Is there any abnormality with the Evil Spirit race? It's strange, perhaps they have some activities planned."
Chen Ling became serious. Number nodded and then informed Chen Ling of the situation at the Southern Fortress over the past few days. The more Chen Ling listened, the more her expression turned grim. Indeed, the Evil Spirit race was a menace everywhere.
"Rest well and recover. We might face a fierce battle in a few days."
Chen Ling knew that in a few more days, the final battle would commence, and it would be the moment when Number, Chen Tian, and she would decide the fate of the entire world.
If the three of them won, the world would be saved. If they lost, the world would be destroyed.
Chen Ling and Number firmly believed that Chen Tian would not lose. It was normal for them to lose, but Chen Tian wouldn't.
They had all witnessed Chen Tian's power.
They trusted Chen Tian. Number nodded at Chen Ling's good intentions.
In the void, Chen Tian and Xie San's weapons clashed, reaching a white-hot state. Both sides were locked in a fierce struggle, with their supreme swordsmanship and experience colliding. The entire void was marked by the sword slashes, and it seemed unable to withstand the combat power of the two.
Chen Tian and Xie San retreated together. Neither Chen Tian nor Xie San had expected their swordsmanship to be so advanced, reaching a point where they couldn't find any openings in each other's moves. On the contrary, they grew stronger as they fought.
The clash of their swordsmanship allowed them both to gain a deeper understanding of their own techniques, gradually mending the existing flaws, leading them to become stronger with every exchange. This situation made it impossible to find an opening, and in the end, it was possible that neither of them would have any weaknesses.
Xie San praised, "Your sword is sharp enough, enveloped in killing intent. However, if there were a trace of gentleness, perhaps your swordsmanship could advance further."
"You're not bad either. To be able to contend with me for so long, this is the first time I've encountered it."
Chen Tian spoke from the bottom of his heart. Even the Evil Spirit Emperor dared not compete with Chen Tian in swordsmanship. Thousands of years ago, he had completely outmatched him in a clash of swordsmanship.