423: Chapter 423 Tai Xuan Academy!!!

He shook his head lightly and sighed.

"You, young man, truly do not recognize the fortune you have."

He paused for a moment, not explaining immediately, but instead asked a question in return:

"Qin Yan, do you know what the overall structure of the world we inhabit now is?"

Qin Yan was slightly taken aback, then composed himself and began to recount what he knew: "I have a rough understanding.

The Blue Star where our human race resides is but one realm among the endless myriad realms.

Within the myriad realms, countless races stand tall, powerful figures are as numerous as clouds, and ten thousand clans vie for supremacy.

Our human race, among the myriad clans, belongs to the upper echelon of strong races, with deep-rooted heritage.

However, we have not yet reached the level of those overlords and titans who can command a region and suppress the myriad realms."

Xiao Shan nodded, his gaze profound. "Correct. Then, do you know what the concept of these 'overlords' and 'titans' entails?"

Qin Yan shook his head.

Xiao Shan said solemnly, "The myriad realms are like an ocean, the races like fish.

Most races are merely small fish and shrimp swimming in the shallows, barely surviving.

Those like our Blue Star, possessing complete legacies, guarded by Imperial Realm existences, and able to hold a place on the stage of the myriad realms, can be called 'strong races'.

However..."

He paused, his voice growing even lower. "In the deepest depths of this boundless ocean, true ancient leviathans lie dormant.

They are behemoths with legacies spanning over tens of thousands of years, guarded by multiple Imperial Realm existences, their influence stretching across thousands of realms.

They are the true masters of this world, the ones who can establish rules, demarcate territories, and decide the rise and fall of a race—the overlords, even titans."

Xiao Shan looked at him, enunciating each word clearly:

"The Taixuan Holy Land is precisely such an existence."

"And not just an ordinary overlord at that."

"If we were to rank the myriad realms by strength, heritage, and influence—"

"The Taixuan Holy Land could easily rank within the top ten, even the top five!"

Qin Yan was stunned.

Ranking within the top five of the myriad realms...

What kind of concept was that?

"This Taixuan Holy Land is different from those other lofty, aloof overlord forces that are isolated from the mundane world."

"Every few years, Taixuan Envoys who travel the myriad realms journey through various star domains, battlefields, and secret realms.

If they encounter young talents with sufficiently stunning aptitude and potential worthy of their notice, they will personally appear, bestow the taixuan token, and guide them into the Holy Land for cultivation."

"However, the recruitment standards of the Taixuan Holy Land are also so high as to be nearly harsh."

"The geniuses and prodigies in the eyes of ordinary martial artists are simply not worthy of their attention."

Xiao Shan sighed softly.

He remembered that in his youth, he too had heard the legends of the Taixuan Holy Land.

He too had fantasized that one day, a Taixuan Envoy would descend from the heavens and extend a hand to him.

Yet, fantasy remained fantasy.

In his youth, his aptitude was mediocre, his talent dull, utterly unremarkable among his peers.

If not for some opportunities later on, whether he could have broken through to the seventh rank was an unknown, let alone reaching the current eighth rank.

Therefore, at this moment, looking at Qin Yan, this junior who had been personally guided and bestowed the taixuan token by a Taixuan Envoy at such a young age, he felt immensely moved.

"Qin Yan."

Xiao Shan suddenly changed the subject, asking a seemingly unrelated question.

"You have had some interaction with Her Highness Anya. In your opinion, what level would her aptitude belong to?"

Qin Yan was slightly taken aback, then began to ponder seriously.

"Very strong."

He said without the slightest hesitation, his tone firm.

"Exceptionally strong."

These were heartfelt words.

An Eighth-Rank Grandmaster in her twenties.

That alone spoke volumes.

One must know, this Dean Xiao Shan beside him was already a towering pillar of humanity's Zhenhai Battlefield, a renowned and illustrious Great Grandmaster.

Yet, how many years had he endured, how many life-and-death experiences had he weathered, how many opportunities had he seized, to barely reach this step?

Xiao Shan was of his grandfather's generation.

Anya was of the same generation as him, Qin Yan.

The gap between them was more than just the difference between clouds and mud.

He suddenly realized something and abruptly turned to look at Xiao Shan.

"Dean, do you mean... Her Highness Anya has also cultivated at the Taixuan Holy Land?"

Xiao Shan nodded slightly and said:

"Correct. Her Highness Anya is an outstanding graduate of the Taixuan Holy Land. To be more precise, she is a graduated student."

"The Taixuan Holy Land's original name is actually 'Taixuan Academy'."

"Its founding purpose was to broadly recruit talents from across the myriad realms, teach according to their aptitude, and cultivate true martial arts seeds."

"However, over the millennia, too many, too dazzlingly powerful individuals have emerged from it, including some legendary, transcendent existences."

"Its prestige has long surpassed that of ordinary academies or sects, becoming the martial arts holy land that countless prodigies dream of."

"Over time, the original name 'Taixuan Academy' is rarely mentioned, and the world collectively refers to it as—the Taixuan Holy Land."

Xiao Shan's voice was calm, yet it contained deep reverence for this institution.

Qin Yan listened quietly, taking in each piece of this precious information.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the cool, silvery-white token in his embrace.

...

When he returned to Zhenhai City, the night was already deep.

Qin Yan bid farewell to Xiao Shan, passed alone through the sparsely lit camp area, and returned to his own Alchemy Room.

He did not light a lamp, but simply sat quietly by the Pill Furnace, bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window.

Moonlight poured like water onto the cold Pill Furnace and the floor.

Qin Yan did not immediately take out his long spear to practice as usual, nor did he inspect the Pill Furnace or sort medicinal herbs.

He just sat there, lost in thought.

October first, Yellow Springs Galaxy.

A brand new world, a door to a higher martial arts hall, was slowly opening before him.

However, as the initial excitement and anticipation gradually subsided, a deep worry quietly welled up from the depths of his heart.

"The Taixuan Holy Land... can I really go?"

He clearly knew that an ultimate force like the Taixuan Holy Land, ranking in the top five of the myriad realms, had a depth of heritage, a multitude of powerful figures, and a legacy so ancient, far beyond comparison with any force of humanity on Blue Star.

There, it was highly likely that legendary Emperors existed, or even higher-level, supreme existences whose names he did not even know.

And he, Qin Yan, bore the Indestructible Blood Demon Body and cultivated the *Indestructible Blood Demon Scripture*.

Within him, he even harbored an 'Blood Demon Nest' and 'Little Black!' of mysterious origin, closely related to the demonic path.

On Blue Star, at Modu University of Martial Arts, in front of Eighth-Rank Grandmasters like Xiao Shan, he could conceal his demonic energy and avoid detection.

But in front of those Emperors who overlook the myriad realms and perceive with utmost clarity?

He dared not gamble.

Once exposed, what awaited him would definitely not be the tolerance of 'straying onto the wrong path,' nor the guidance of 'repentance leads to salvation.'

What awaited him would only be destruction.

However, just as Qin Yan's thoughts were in turmoil and he found it difficult to decide—

An extremely faint, yet crystal-clear intention quietly transmitted from the depths of his body.

It was Little Black.