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Faced with the methods of a Nascent Soul Realm expert, Yan Mingyu was only injured, but was not instantly killed, which is already quite impressive.

However, he was also keenly aware of the gap between himself and a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

However, Yan Mingyu could guess Li Dijun's purpose: to capture her, erase her memories, and turn her into a weapon in his hands.

Yan Mingyu certainly didn't want to become a fighting machine that only knew how to kill.

It has no thoughts, no feelings.

Gritting his teeth, he stared intently at Emperor Li, continuously channeling his spiritual energy into the Crimson Sky Sword.

The red light surged once more.

"As long as I am still the Martial Emperor, all your efforts will be in vain."

After calmly finishing his speech, Emperor Li slapped Yan Mingyu across the face.

Suddenly, a huge, golden handprint that looked like a brass handprint appeared in the sky.

With a whooshing sound, as if the air itself were ablaze, it slammed down towards Yan Mingyu.

Yan Mingyu gripped the Crimson Sky Sword with both hands, his expression resolute, and thrust it towards the golden handprint in the sky.

boom....

Instantly, a wave of air spread out like ripples, causing the entire valley to tremble.

Even though Huang Lingtian and his group were hiding hundreds of meters away, they were still swaying unsteadily.

Feeling a chill of fear, they were glad they had summoned Emperor Li; otherwise, the three of them would have been no match for Yan Mingyu.

Yan Mingyu's body froze for a moment, then plummeted towards the ground.

He knelt on one knee, relying entirely on the Crimson Sky Sword for support; otherwise, he would probably have sunk into the ground.

Emperor Li landed gracefully in front of Yan Mingyu and said gently, "In the Martial Emperor Continent, I am a god. All games must be played according to my rules."

Yan Mingyu's expression was indifferent as she slightly raised her head: "You can only swagger around in your own little well. Once you jump out of the well, you are nothing."

After regaining her memories, Yan Mingyu learned that beyond the Nascent Soul stage, there were even higher realms, such as Void Refinement, Body Integration, Mahayana, and Tribulation Transcending...

If a powerful being in the Great Ascension stage were to appear on the Martial Emperor Continent, dealing with Emperor Li would be a matter of a single thought.

The strong always make the rules, not follow them.

Therefore, the rules of the Martial Emperor Continent are of no use to the strong.

Could all the sects on the Martial Emperor Continent, if combined, possibly defeat a Mahayana cultivator?

"Unfortunately, you happen to be at the bottom of this well."

Emperor Li was neither ashamed nor angry. Instead, he stretched out his palm, wanting to erase Yan Mingyu's memory.

However, a faint light, like an eggshell, enveloped Yan Mingyu's body.

A portal appeared in the void above the altar.

An elderly man in a white robe with white hair and beard and a mysterious ornament on his forehead, and an old woman in a white robe with a dignified expression appeared.

Both of them radiated a sacred and inviolable aura.

With just a casual glance, Emperor Wu felt as if he had been electrocuted, as if the other party knew exactly how many hairs grew on his thighs.

"Considering you are a human and a representative of the Martial Emperor Continent, you may leave now."

The old man said slowly.

"Yes...."

Emperor Wu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. From the other party's aura, he could guess that they came from a higher plane.

That was someone I absolutely could not afford to offend.

I felt a little resentful, but there was nothing I could do.

He clasped his hands together, then disappeared without looking back.

Huang Lingtian and the others only saw a hazy light appear in the direction of the altar; they couldn't see anything else clearly.

Seeing that Emperor Wu had fled, they dared not linger, not even daring to step on their flying swords. Holding their breath, they tiptoed away from the valley.

“You are…”

Yan Mingyu stared blankly at the old man and the old woman in front of her.

"Come back with us, and you'll know everything then."

The old man said in a kind voice.

"That's right, we humans need you."

The old woman nodded.

"You are a prodigy of the human race. The war between the human race and the demon realm has never been extinguished. You have been trapped in the cycle of reincarnation for so many years, it is time for you to return to the human race."

The old man spoke slowly.

"A prodigy of the human race?"

Yan Mingyu frowned; she felt a vague sense of aversion to this identity, though she didn't know why.

"Can you tell me who this young man is?"

Yan Mingyu pointed to the broken stone pillar, on which was an image of a young man riding a magical beast.

"Some answers can only be revealed by yourself. But we want to remind you that falling into reincarnation was just a scheme. You and him can never be together."

This is fate, your destiny with him, and you must understand that.

The old woman also spoke up.

"Fate?"

Yan Mingyu swayed slightly, as if the sealed memories had cracked open again, making her feel like her head was about to explode.

"Yes, you and he are from two different worlds. You will always be at odds, and there can never be any outcome for you."

The old woman nodded and said.

"Who is he, and who are you?"

Yan Mingyu asked suspiciously.

"As I said before, some answers you need to uncover yourself. We are the elders of the human race, here to take you back to the human race."

The old man said.

"Do I absolutely have to leave?"

In fact, Yan Mingyu did not want to go to the so-called human race. She wanted to stay in Wudi City and wait for Qin Yu to come.

"Correct."

The old woman nodded: "You have your mission."

What is my mission?

Yan Mingyu countered with a question.

"Destroy the demon race."

said the old woman.

"Back then, you killed so many members of the demon race, and he killed so many members of the human race. Both sides have developed strong resentment, and the hatred between generations has become so thick that it cannot be dissolved."

No matter how many cycles of reincarnation occur, this fact remains unchanged.

Therefore, this is called destiny.

Like two parallel straight lines, they will never intersect.

The old woman looked at Yan Mingyu and said calmly.

"You mean I should go back and continue killing?"

Yan Mingyu felt a churning in her stomach and a feeling of wanting to vomit.

“This is your mission.”

The old woman said expressionlessly.

"I....."

Yan Mingyu really wanted to curse, "To hell with this mission!"

However, it was as if something in my mind was imprisoning my thoughts, and as soon as the thought arose, it was forcibly suppressed.

"Time is running out. Let's go. It's dangerous for you to stay on the Martial Emperor Continent."

The old man said in a gentle voice.

Yan Mingyu knew that she had no other choice. She carried a powerful spiritual imprint: to fight for the human race.

But once he leaves, he may never see Qin Yu again.

Even after arriving on the Martial Emperor Continent, he couldn't find his own trace.

Yan Mingyu seemed to see Qin Yu's pain, sorrow, loneliness, and despair...

Two lines of tears silently slid down Yan Mingyu's beautiful face.

Mission, destiny—why can't I escape it even after reincarnating several times?

Yan Mingyu was silently struggling inside, but finally, her lips moved and she said, "I can go with you, but I have one request!"