211: Ancient history that does not exist

The soldiers of the Emperor Pass were indeed paying no attention to Dao Yan and the others who had entered the Emperor Pass at this moment.

After the figure in the Void Realm disappeared, they stood up and first celebrated their victory in battle.

Immediately after, they surrounded the Cultivators who had come to help them.

The strongest veteran came before Lin Ye and bowed deeply to him.

"Thank you, fellow Cultivators. Only with your intervention could we protect this final habitat belonging to our Human Race!"

"Thank you all!!!"

The soldiers of the Emperor Pass all bowed.

Lin Ye slowly said, "No need for such formalities. I only wanted to contribute to the Human Race; after all, I am also a member of the Human Race."

Hearing this, the veteran straightened his body, holding his back straight.

His face carried the pride of being a Human Race Cultivator.

"That's right, we are all of the Human Race! Those bastards who call themselves immortals deserve to be killed by everyone!"

"Are they truly immortals?"

Hearing Lin Ye's question, the veteran sneered, "Immortals? If they were immortals, then I would be the Heavenly Emperor!"

"They are just a group of self-important, peculiar creatures. Did you see the mark between their eyebrows?"

Hearing this, Lin Ye nodded. When he was fighting the Golden Armor General earlier, he had also noticed that there seemed to be an ice-blue mark between his eyebrows.

The other Heavenly Soldiers and Generals seemed to have them as well.

"That mark is something those creatures are born with. As they say, that mark is the proof of them being immortals."

"Within the mark, the memories and Legacy left by their ancestors are preserved, and there is even a drop of so-called immortal blood."

"This allows them to possess cultivation levels at birth that some Cultivators cannot attain even in a lifetime!"

"They call themselves immortals, but in reality, before the Kaiyuan era, they were called the Spirit Race. However, over a dozen exceptionally talented individuals appeared within the Spirit Race. They led the entire Spirit Race and established the so-called Immortal Domain above the Heavens."

"From then on, they became immortals!"

"But just calling themselves immortals certainly wasn't convincing enough, so they needed the worship of all living beings!"

"They began to let the Spirit Race decrees descend into the Ten Thousand Domains. Any living being that did not revere them would be exterminated!"

"Our Human Race was one of them!"

"And these Seven Emperor Passes were the means used by our Human Race's sages to suppress the space above the Heavens. Once breached, the remaining Human Race would be slaughtered by them."

"As of now, hundreds of millions of Human Race Cultivators have already been..."

At this point, the veteran's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be enduring great pain, clearly unable to continue speaking.

The Cultivators listening to these words all wore bewildered expressions.

As Human Race Cultivators, they naturally felt angry at what they heard, but they did not know when this Kaiyuan era was.

Wasn't this Lingxu Battlefield a battlefield left over from ancient times?

So when exactly was the Kaiyuan era? Could it be even before the Myriad Ancient era?

Furthermore, why had those Spirit Race Cultivators who called themselves immortals disappeared from the Ten Thousand Domains today?

Given their power, it was impossible for them to disappear without reason, yet ancient history indeed contained no records about them.

The Cultivators in the outside world were the same.

Even the leaders of the Immortal Dao Lineages were frowning deeply.

They should have been the ones most qualified to come into contact with these secrets, but at this moment, they truly had no memory of this so-called Spirit Race or that Kaiyuan era.

In the depths of the Universe, some forbidden existences that had survived from ancient times, as well as those in the forbidden zones.

Sighs echoed one after another.

"Is that clan coming back?"

"The Spirit Race, as well as that clan, should all be buried in the past and cannot appear in ancient history."

"If any trace is discovered, we must emerge!"

"..."

The people in the Lingxu Battlefield did not know what was happening.

At this moment, everyone was happily watching the scene before them, seeing those soldiers of the Emperor Pass tearing off pieces of their tattered armor and handing them to the Cultivators who had helped.

The Cultivators who received the armor fragments were dumbfounded, not knowing what these soldiers of the Emperor Pass were doing.

But the next moment, their faces were filled with joy.

Because on that armor were one Bao technique after another!

Furthermore, those Bao techniques were unheard of; just looking at them, they were full of divinity!

Was this the reward for helping the soldiers of the Emperor Pass?!

Hearing the Cultivators from the Righteous Qi Sect cheering, the people within the Emperor Pass were grinding their teeth in frustration. Why hadn't they realized before that those two stone gates were a choice? If they had chosen the Emperor's Stone Gate, would they have been able to receive these rewards too?

Meanwhile, Lin Ye, who was standing in front of the veteran, did not receive an armor fragment.

The veteran smiled slightly, "Good lad, with an up-and-coming talent like you in the Human Race, it was not in vain that we fought to the death to hold the Emperor Pass here! This is for you."

After saying this, the veteran directly handed the broken blade in his hand to Lin Ye.

"Senior, I cannot accept this!"

Lin Ye refused the veteran's kindness. Even if they were just projections within this Lingxu Battlefield, the veteran still needed to use this broken blade to deal with those guys who called themselves immortals!

How could he take this broken blade?

Moreover, unlike the armor fragments engraved with Bao techniques, could this broken blade be taken out? After all, it was an artifact given to him by a projection.

Bao techniques could be memorized, but artifacts could not.

"Rest assured, lad. This is just a broken blade. To deal with those scumbags, I can just use my fists to crush them!"

"Besides, I have no use for this thing. After all, in the future world, you will have to rely on yourselves to deal with these things. Rest assured, this broken blade can be taken out."

"???"

Lin Ye looked at the old man with some surprise.

Previously, the powerful beings in that mural knew they were projections, but they were only lingering thoughts within the mural, not like the living beings in the Emperor Pass who could move freely within the location of the Emperor Pass.

Did this old man know he was in the Lingxu Battlefield? Did he also know he was a person from the past?

Lin Ye didn't think too much and directly took the broken blade.

Hum...

The moment the broken blade was in his hand, Lin Ye almost dropped it. His body erupted with brilliant light, and runes circled around his body.

This broken blade was as heavy as a mountain, and the killing intent on it was constantly eroding Lin Ye's spiritual altar.

The phantom of the ghost face mask appeared on Lin Ye's face, then disappeared, then reappeared; this process continued for a long time before it ended.

The next moment, the broken blade vanished.

Lin Ye could sense that the broken blade had entered his Qi Sea, standing together with Cosmos Mountain and the World Tree, radiating the might of slaughter.

"If you have the chance, help me use this blade to slaughter a few more Spirit Race scumbags!"

"I will, Senior!"