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Qin Yuan wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything, as if his throat was blocked.

He didn't know how to express his feelings at that moment, or how to comfort these long-suffering people.

The children looked at Qin Yuan with curiosity, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation.

They might not know what had happened, but they could feel the power emanating from Qin Yuan.

It was a power connected to their blood, a power that could bring them hope.

Qin Yuan once thought that the children of Shicun had suffered enough.

But when he saw these children, he realized that they were nothing compared to the great ones!

The children of Shicun will not go to the battlefield until they reach adulthood;

Here, these young children have already taken up arms and are standing on the front lines!

What hardships did they endure? What suffering did they bear?

Qin Yuan could neither imagine nor bear it!

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger, sorrow, and power!

The old man trembled as he asked again, confirming, "Are you...one of our people?"

Although the mark on Qin Yuan's body had already proven everything, he still needed to hear the answer with his own ears.

Qin Yuan replied without hesitation, "Yes, I am one of your people."

His voice boomed like thunder on the desolate city wall.

Upon hearing this answer, the old man's face broke into a long-lost smile, but he quickly suppressed his joy and said to the children in a deep voice, "Step back!"

The power of the laws on his severed arm was constantly eroding his flesh, but he showed no sign of pain, as if he had become accustomed to this excruciating agony.

The old man, who hadn't spoken for a long time, asked in a hoarse voice, "If you're not a true immortal, how did you get in?"

Two beams of light shot out from his eyes in an instant, and a broken bronze battle axe appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

Although the battle axe was broken, dark red bloodstains still remained on the blade, as if telling the story of how many powerful beings it had slain.

The old man's question made Qin Yuan understand the rules of this place: those below the True Immortal level are simply not allowed to enter!

This primordial imperial city is a battlefield specifically designed to fight against powerhouses above the True Immortal level!

This also aligns with Qin Yuan's guess: the reason why the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have been able to remain peaceful until now is largely because this primordial imperial city has blocked enemies above the True Immortal level, and only intruders below the True Immortal level are allowed to pass.

After all, there were far too few people in the city. The fact that they were able to withstand the attacks of experts above the True Immortal level was already the result of their best efforts.

With their own flesh and blood, they built an unbreakable defense line, protecting this land and safeguarding the peace of the world.

Looking at the bronze battle axe in the old man's hand and his weathered face, Qin Yuan felt a surge of admiration and emotion.

He finally understood that the Stone Clan was slandered as "sinful blood" because they bore the heaviest responsibility in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

They protected this land for the longest time, and they paid the most terrible price!

They exchanged their blood and lives for peace in the world, but their achievements have been forgotten and their names have been slandered.

Qin Yuan observed the old man's cautious actions and understood.

This is not distrust, but rather the caution born of countless years of life.

Without this vigilance, the old man would probably have perished on this blood-stained land long ago.

“Senior, I did not appear out of thin air. I borrowed the power of the bloodline of other clansmen and used the bloodline to guide the great formation, which allowed me to enter this primordial imperial city.”

The old man nodded slightly, but there was still no sign of relaxation in his expression.

He raised his withered hand and pointed to an ordinary blue stone at the foot of the city wall. The blue stone was inconspicuous, no different from the surrounding pebbles, and there wasn't even a speck of moss.

"Go, stand on that rock."

Qin Yuan's gaze fell on the bluestone the old man was pointing to, and he already understood.

This is no ordinary stone, but some kind of ritual used to verify bloodlines, an ancient and cruel trial.

Without hesitation, he walked to the bluestone and stood on it.

He wasn't worried that the old man would harm him. He possessed many magical artifacts and was protected by the Qingping Sword Mark. A mere trial couldn't hurt him.

However, the moment he stepped onto the bluestone, it suddenly burst into flames.

The eerie blue flames, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, instantly enveloped Qin Yuan.

This flame, the same eerie, ghostly blue as the flames Qin Yuan had seen along the way that burned the remains of true immortals!

Ordinary people would be terrified and flee in panic at the sight of such a scene.

However, Qin Yuan remained calm, allowing the flames to engulf his entire body, even his soul was not spared.

The flames attempted to devour his soul, but were blocked at Qin Yuan's brow.

The sword marks left by the Qingping Sword acted as an indestructible barrier, protecting his soul and naturally preventing the flames from running rampant in front of him.

With a thought, Qin Yuan slightly relaxed his control over the sword mark, allowing the flames to briefly touch his soul.

If it were anyone else, Qin Yuan would never have taken such a risk, but he had an inexplicable trust in this weathered old man.

Strangely, the dark blue flames did not harm Qin Yuan; instead, they made the runes on his forehead glow even brighter.

It was as if a certain resonance had occurred between the two, and a powerful force was flowing between them.

Flames rolled around Qin Yuan, as if carefully examining something. After a moment, the flames slowly dissipated, leaving Qin Yuan standing unharmed on the bluestone.

The old man looked at this scene and then slowly said, "Pure bloodline, indeed a descendant of my Stone Clan."

This blue stone is not a simple trial, but a blood test method passed down through generations of the Stone Clan.

In the past, spies from other lands repeatedly used bloodlines to infiltrate the primitive imperial city, causing huge losses to the Stone Clan. That's why such rigorous testing methods were developed.

Even after passing the test of the bluestone, the old man still harbored doubts.

A cunning enemy will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

He raised his withered hand and pointed to the city wall: "Look up."

On the city wall, an ancient bone mirror, emitting a faint, ethereal light, hangs quietly.

This bone mirror is no ordinary object; it is crafted from the bones of an ancient ferocious beast. The aura it exudes is terrifying, and it possesses incredible discernment abilities, capable of seeing through all disguises and distinguishing truth from falsehood.

A soft light shone from the bone mirror, enveloping Qin Yuan.

The light, like fine threads, slowly scanned Qin Yuan's body, probing his bloodline, his soul, and every single cell.