365: Chapter 365 Re-entering the Secret Realm Tower!

"Third... is my Elf Clan."

Hearing this, Anya's emerald eyes suddenly darkened.

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July 21st, early morning.

Qin Yan left the manor early. Instead of heading to the classroom, he walked straight toward the library.

His goal for this trip was clear—to look up records and information related to "Demons."

Little Black's existence, the power characteristics of the Blood Demon Nest and the "Indestructible Blood Demon Scripture," especially that faint demonic qi, had always been like a thorn in his heart.

Previously, in the Eternal Song Star Realm, he had no time to worry about other things. Now that he had returned safely, he had to quickly find out exactly what status "Demons" held in this world and what risks they brought.

Arriving at the library, Qin Yan used his personal terminal to connect to the internal search system and entered keywords: "Demon," "Demonic Qi"...

The search results appeared quickly, but they were far beyond Qin Yan's expectations.

The number of public books related to "Demons" was extremely small!

Far fewer than others like "History of Martial Arts Development," "Encyclopedia of All Races," and "Inquiry into Cultivation Techniques."

There were only a few, placed on a relatively remote bookshelf in the historical records section.

Qin Yan walked to that bookshelf and took down all those books.

"The Era of the Demonic Path," "Ancient Taboo Records (Excerpts from the Demon Chapter)," "Appendix to the Convention of All Races: Resolution on the Disposal of the Demon Race," ...

He found a quiet corner and began to read intently.

As time passed, he flipped through page after page, swapping one book for another.

Two hours later, when Qin Yan closed the last book in his hand, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was more solemn than ever before.

The content recorded in the books was no less than a spiritual shock and a ringing alarm bell for him!

According to these dusty or vague records, the era he was currently in was called the Myriad Races Era, and before the Myriad Races Era was the Era of the Demonic Path.

At that time, the Demon Race was matchlessly powerful, ruling over ten thousand worlds. Their power was overbearing and strange, using the devouring, plundering, and enslavement of other races as nourishment for growth, placing all races of the heavens under their terrifying rule.

It was a long period described as "dark and hopeless, intertwined with blood and fire."

However, for some unknown reason, the incomparably prosperous Demon Race suddenly fell apart from within.

An unprecedented civil war broke out, and their strength was greatly diminished.

The various races of the heavens that had been oppressed keenly seized this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

Setting aside past grievances, they formed an unprecedentedly united "Allied Forces of All Races" and launched a brutal war against the internal-strife-ridden Demon Race that lasted for over a thousand years!

This war swept through countless star realms, shattering galaxies and causing laws to collapse, with countless civilizations and races annihilated in the flames of war.

Ultimately, the Era of the Demonic Path ended with the complete defeat of the Demon Race, the collapse of its main forces, and its disappearance.

The various races ushered in the so-called "Myriad Races Era," which is the current situation where all races stand together, with competition and cooperation coexisting.

And as the "culprits" and losers of that catastrophe, the Demon Race was carved onto the pillar of historical shame and the kill-on-sight orders of reality by the victorious races!

According to one of the core covenants concluded after the war: once any Demon Race remnants or unambiguous inheritors of the demonic path are discovered, any race or individual has the obligation to immediately report them to the "Tribunal of All Races."

Anyone who dares to harbor, shield, or collude with the Demon Race, once verified, will be treated the same as the Demon Race and subjected to the harshest sanctions—extermination of nine generations, with no leniency whatsoever!

Between the lines, it was filled with hatred for the power of the Demon Race.

Closing the book, Qin Yan felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his heart, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

He had previously anticipated that the Demon Race might be unpopular or even hated, but he never expected that the hatred and bans would reach such an extreme and uncompromising level!

This was no longer simple "hostility," but an absolute taboo on the level of "racial cleansing"!

"It seems that from now on, no matter what, I cannot let Little Black be exposed to others."

Qin Yan's heart turned cold. "The cultivation of the 'Indestructible Blood Demon Scripture,' especially the demonic qi fluctuations that might be caused during a breakthrough, must be handled with extreme caution, with complete concealment and preparation.

Not a single trace of demonic qi must be leaked!"

Although he had been cautious before, it was mostly out of wariness of the unknown.

He couldn't help but think of Envoy An Miao Ming Xin's soul-piercing gaze when he was with the Elf Clan.

At that time, he was still wondering whether she hadn't noticed or had seen through it but said nothing.

Now, combined with the extreme attitude toward the Demon Race recorded in the books and Envoy An Miao's actions of still giving him generous rewards and saving him in the end, the answer seemed clear—even with Envoy An Miao's unfathomable strength and realm, she had failed to directly see through the core nature of the blood demon power within him!

This made him breathe a small sigh of relief.

"If even an existence like Envoy An Miao failed to directly perceive it, as long as I act cautiously enough in the future and don't take the initiative to expose core characteristics, the possibility of being discovered... should be extremely low."

He comforted himself, trying to dispel the gloom in his heart. But that sense of heaviness was already deeply imprinted.

He knew that from now on, he had to carve the word "concealment" into his very marrow.

This was not only about his own life and death but could also involve many others.

Returning the books to their original places, Qin Yan left the quiet library with a complex and indescribable mood.

The sunlight was still bright, and the campus was still full of vitality, but the world in his eyes seemed to have another layer of invisible shadow that required constant vigilance.

Returning to the manor, he did not choose to rest or digest this heaviness.

Instead, he felt an even more urgent desire for power—only absolute strength was the ultimate guarantee for dealing with all crises and secrets.

He walked silently to the training room and took his long spear in hand.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well as he took a stance and methodically continued that seemingly boring but endless Spear Technique training.

Time slipped quietly through his fingertips during his focused cultivation.

Another day passed, and the date became July 22nd.

The towering and ancient body of the Secret Realm Tower, which seemed to have existed since time immemorial, stood quietly in the core area of the academy.

In the distance, a tall and straight figure approached.

Qin Yan's steps were steady, and his eyes were bright and firm as he walked straight toward the entrance of the Secret Realm Tower.

"Buzz—!"

The familiar teleportation light lit up, enveloping his entire body.

After a brief sense of weightlessness and spatial displacement, Qin Yan's feet landed on a familiar yet strange ground.

Secret Realm Tower, twenty-fifth floor.

This was the highest record of his last challenge.