Ye Qian frowned. The marrow washing was completely different from what he imagined. His body had no changes at all. At least he could not feel it now, nor did he feel the impurities being excreted. The only change was blood.

Feng Yu took Ye Qian slowly swam upwards. Ye Qian took the initiative to hug Feng Yu. There was no way, his hands and feet were already stiff, and he could only maintain the position that Feng Yu had placed.

After getting ashore, all the six people who celebrated the festival with Ye Qian left, leaving only Ye Qian and the four of them.

Huo Qilin spoke apologetically: "Brother Ye Qian, I'm really sorry. I didn't help you just now. There are regulations in the clan, so you must not argue for no reason."

The big roll nodded, with apologizing.

"It's okay, I know some of your regulations. There is no need for you to get involved, they are just looking for trouble." Ye Qian waved his hand indifferently.

But the stiffness in his body at the end made him care very much. This stiffness in his moment would turn the situation around. Ye Qian really couldn't imagine that if someone fought in life and death one day, it would be terrible. Ye Qian still didn't understand the reason until now, "Is there any secret method of your beast tribe that can make people stiff for a moment?" Ye Qian asked.

The three of them thought about it, but they all shook their heads.

Ye Qian turned around and looked at Old Gui, who frowned, as if he was hiding something. Ye Qian looked at Old Gui and didn't ask in depth when he saw Old Gui and didn't want to say anything.

After Ye Qian's body recovered, several people left Hantan together. However, Ye Qian always felt that Feng Yu's expression was strange, but he couldn't say anything, so he felt uncomfortable.

Feng Yu wanted to hold Ye Qian's arm, but Ye Qian refused, which made him look a little sad. He looked like a little sad. The Fire Kirin Yan Luo and Dapeng Bird Jin Yue looked not very good-looking. Feng Yu is the goddess in the hearts of everyone in the tribe. Not only is she beautiful, but her bloodline is strong. The bloodline of the Phoenix clan is not weaker than that of the Dragon Clan. However, this generation of Dragon Kings is not in conflict with the world. Otherwise, the relationship with the Phoenix clan's phoenix can become a legend in the generation. All tribesmen are looking forward to the dragon and phoenix giving birth to some powerful bloodlines.

When he returned to his residence, Ye Qian was called away by the Dragon King. The Dragon King stood in front of Ye Qian in a rare form.

"Child, stretch out your hand." The weak voice of the Dragon King sounded, Ye Qian was obedient. In an instant, a hole bloomed in Ye Qian's palm, but Ye Qian was extremely calm. But the next second, he was not calm. His blood changed in color, unlike the normal dark red blood, but the light red was mixed with golden blood.

"What's going on?" Ye Qian looked up and stared at the Dragon King seriously.

"I didn't expect that this kind of mutation would occur." The Dragon King frowned, "Child, don't worry, this is not harmful to you or the beast clan. Your blood has mixed into the bloodlines of the gods of the beast clan and has produced mutations. It is precisely because the bloodline of the human race is too weak that the physical talent is much worse than that of the beast clan. The same thin humans and beasts have different powers. Now, you are afraid that the power of the bloodline is not weaker than me, or even stronger than me." The Dragon King said very seriously.

"What is the god in your mouth? Immortal?" Ye Qian finally asked a question he had been curious about. The beast tribe always mentions the beast god, but in Ye Qian's perception, the god is the immortal.

"God? In your human race, it should be called the Emperor. Our beast race will break through to that realm, which is called the god. Although the beast race has been pursuing the ninth level, it is clear in his heart that that realm does not exist. All the things left by our ancestors reveal this information, there is no ninth level." The words of the Dragon King made Ye Qian's heart tremble fiercely.

"No... immortal..." Ye Qian's voice trembled a little, his eyes were a little lost. Although he did not have such a strong desire for that realm, no one who is a genius wants to enter that legendary realm.

"At least the beast race has never entered that realm. It is said that some human race have reached it. Only the people of the Great Six Relics of Immortals millions of years ago know about it."

Ye Qian's mind was a little confused. Immortals, countless ethical people pursued a state of life. Even if they knew that they were more likely to not even enter the Emperor Realm, or even a lower realm, they were still working hard, pursuing, and striving to the death. If there were no immortals, then what was the meaning of their life? They were just pursuing something that did not exist, is it worth it?

Ye Qian didn't know how he left the Dragon King's residence. The Dragon King's words kept echoing in his mind. That realm did not exist. That words were not said by the Dragon King alone, but were told by so many of his ancestors. Although Ye Qian didn't know how many beast gods the beast clan had produced, with the talent of the beast clan, he would definitely not be less than that of the human clan.

All night, Ye Qian did not close his eyes. He suddenly appeared. He could not accept this result. It was not until now that he realized that he cared so much about becoming an emperor and becoming an immortal. He used to think that he was not practicing for himself, but after hearing this news, Ye Qian realized that those so-called practicing for whom were just lying to him. If one day his goal was really achieved, he asked himself, would he continue to practice? The answer was yes, and he would. Suddenly he realized that he had changed. I don’t know when he didn’t know him anymore, and he didn’t know whether he was himself.

In the past, he worked hard to live a peaceful life with Ye Yinglian, not killing innocent people or fighting meaningless battles. But slowly, Ye Qian realized that his heart had fallen. In the last battle between Zi Feng, Ye Qian took action to stop him without hesitation. He did not blame himself until he touched Ye Yinglian. Even though he was wrong with Zi Feng, Ye Qian still chose to stand on Zi Feng's side, just because Zi Feng had a slight friendship with him, and the other party was a stranger.

Ye Qian suddenly didn't know which one was himself. He was the one who did not slaughter innocent people, or the one who could be as he pleased. Maybe both were just the one who could be as he pleased, the one who was as he pleased, the one who was as he pleased, and was even about to be forgotten because of Ye Yinglian's appearance. Ye Yinglian was completely released after leaving, and he was still him, but maybe from now on, he will no longer be him. Everything may change after he figured it out.

Ye Qian raised his hands and looked at his hands. Although these hands were covered in blood, they were still gentle. But now, these hands are so strange that Ye Qian wanted to break it so much. Ye Qian clenched his fist and hit the bed hard. The bed collapsed in response to the sound. Ye Qian turned his head and looked at the dark sky, but he kept repeating two words in his mouth, Wuxian.

Suddenly, Ye Qian sat up and said, "No immortal? So what? Immortal, what does it have to do with me? I am me, from now on, I am still me, not me anymore."
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