"Immortal Evil Soul, Emperor Blood Ninety-nine Transformations. Once you step into the Venerable Realm, you'll possess the true foundation and heritage of the 'Immortal Evil Venerate'. At that time, the truth becomes completely unimportant. Tread on the road of the Thirty-Three Heavens, soar freely."

Once, the words of the Life Goddess seemed to echo in the ear, manifesting in the replicated Ancestor Star.

"When that day comes, you'll know that the difficulty lies not actually in the Venerate Realm, but in the Venerable Realm after the Ninety-nine Transformations of the Bloodline."

Brother Lee Ran's words also echoed in the ear.

It's not just these words or fragments.

Because over the ninety years, Zhou Yan has reminisced every detail of his past experiences once, and only these few words fit the key point of the current realm.

Originally, achieving perfection in Emperor Blood Hundred Changes could smoothly enter the Venerable Realm.

Yet, in reality, the true difficulty happens to be at this point.

Is it the lack of strength fusion support from other Extraordinary Women, or a lack of corresponding unique opportunities? Or perhaps a regret left unknown from cultivation in the past?

Zhou Yan himself doesn't know, nor can he discern.

Perhaps only in the replicated Ancestor Star could truth be found.

But if everything is too realistic, even truly so, how should he face it?

If he enters within and specifically forgets the past due to certain rules, what will happen then?

Even though Zhou Yan utilized the core energy hub of the ancient warship's Pangu Opening Hongmeng golden circle and turtle shell singularity to replicate the Sword Burial Ancestor Star, and leveraged billions of corpses on the warship, consuming unimaginable resources for almost flawless perfection, he has his concerns.

Being the sovereign of this Sword Burial Ancestor Star, the attitude of random slaughter and destruction would inevitably prevail, and would he truly succeed in reaching the end to see what he desires?

Zhou Yan harbors concerns, worries, and an inexplicable sense of apprehension.

However, having reached this point, despite various mental state changes, the ultimate result seems already set.

Now, as long as the thought is issued, Zhou Yan can enter this replicated world with his physical form.

Zhou Yan glanced at the Emperor Blood Clone left behind, this clone is emotionless, lacking self-awareness, akin to a true puppet, carrying chips and the Soul Suppressing Bow, seeking enlightenment here.

Zhou Yan only left two primary permissions decisions—first, to silently comprehend here, repeatedly realizing all previously comprehended secret techniques, tirelessly seeking strength; second, not to remain for any scenery.

After these decisions, Zhou Yan once again conducted large-scale derivation calculations on the replicated planet, after repeatedly detecting no errors, Zhou Yan also made a final preparation to enter it.

Meanwhile, time flows slowly in this state.

...

Cold Pond Crossing Crane Shadow.

Cold Moon Buries Flower Soul.

Sword Burial Ancestor Star, Carefree Main City, Canglan City, Zhou Family Back Mountain Cold Pond.

Above the Cold Pond, unknowingly, a snowflake fell, as large as the size of a palm.

On this deep autumn night, it appeared particularly bright.

The snowflake danced, falling into the Cold Pond.

The entire pond water suddenly froze into ice, sealing a young man who was about to drown due to potential exhaustion.

Between heaven and earth, a ray of light descended, a fragment of soul entered the young man's brow.

The young man's body froze stiff, lips slightly purple, but the unique soul power began to alleviate his weakness, altering his root bone, endowing him with distinctive talent.

The young man awakened, yet only stood quietly in the cold pond, his expression appeared perplexed.

"Am I dead? Or alive?"

"Who am I?"

"Who is me?"

The young man seemed bewildered.

The Grandmaster inheritance originally meant for him was gone.

It seems in the unknown space-time, a neutralization occurred, and no inheritance exists.

The so-called Grandmaster inheritance may merely be an awakening memory at the brink of death.

But the memory has not awakened now.

"Zhou Yan, are you still squeezing potential cultivation in the Cold Pond? Such misplacement, really disappointing! Is your so-called talent merely from squeezing potential?"

A young girl in a purple gauze dress, her face hinting of youthful immaturity, coldly said.

She is the goddess Zhou Lingyi in the young man's heart.

Yet, the attraction that once should have been intense, now still exists, but feels different.

The young man felt no stirrings of heart, nor any intention to respond; he simply nodded and said, "Yes, I disappoint you, so you shouldn't hold any hope in me."

"Zhou Yan, you've really become bold, daring to speak to me like this!"

The girl, hearing this, showed a furious expression, coldly said.

"If you're dissatisfied, slap my face or injure me, make me kneel before you, admit I'm a worthless person, it's alright. After all, I'm just mud, and mud can't support a wall."

The young man chuckled, his gaze complex, yet he spoke calmly.

"You—you are simply unreasonable! I won't bother with you!"

The girl gazed at Zhou Yan incredulously, as if trying to determine whether the young man's mind had been damaged by his training. Yet, under her gaze, the young man's eyes remained calm, showing not the slightest sign of evasion.

Moreover, the young man seemed to have gained a certain quality he had never possessed before, an indescribable charm.

This quality and charm caused the heart of the girl in the purple dress to stir slightly.

The girl snorted coldly, stomped her foot hard, and floated away.

The moonlight remained cool, and the Cold Pond was still icy.

The chill pierced the bones, yet could not compare to the coldness of Zhou Yan's heart.

The cold penetrated the soul, yet could not match the soul loss of Zhou Yan's soul body.

"Did I ultimately experience an unknown life within the Cold Pond, or is my current life an illusion?"

Zhou Yan murmured to himself.

He felt he had forgotten something very important.

So much so, he could not remember when he appeared in the Cold Pond, nor when he regained consciousness.

While near death, he received an inheritance, a legacy from his past life, the memories of Lei Yan King.

"During this Cold Pond Sword Training, I narrowly escaped death and awakened the memories of my past life as Lee Sha. Along with that, I understood the cultivation method of the Thunderflame Sword Body. I learned my past life's mother was Lee Su Nu, and father was Jiang Shang."

"In my past life, at the Time-Space Soul-locking Tower of Thunder Flame Breaking Path Mountain, I met my wife Qingyan and, due to some entanglements, had a daughter named Mu Yanyan."

"In my past life, my sword was named 'Evil Slayer', and it accompanied me all the way."

"In my past life, I abandoned love and took up the Heartless Sword Dao, but eventually, while seeking the bloodline ancestor land, I was suppressed in the Pangu Sealed Land's Heavenly Pool at Thunder Marsh, and perished there."

"In my past life, my enemy was a giant axe man, the Domain Ancestor of a Great Domain, who used the ancient Soul Suppressing Stele to extinguish my soul, forming an eternal suppression."

"In my past life, I betrayed many things, forsook much, and ultimately fell short of success."

...

Zhou Yan murmured to himself, the inheritance near death granted him many memories.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhou Yan awakened to the memories of his past life, as if receiving an ancient inheritance, directly mastering the Supreme Dao of the Thunderflame Sword Body.

Though his body was still unfamiliar with these Daos, as long as the compatibility increased, he could advance at a terrifying pace.

However, Zhou Yan did not feel joyful.

He awakened the memories of his past life as Lee Sha, Lei Yan King, yet seemed to have lost something very important.

What this thing was, Zhou Yan did not know.

But he felt that the lost thing was very important.

He sat alone by the Cold Pond, not cultivating or seeking enlightenment, but simply contemplating what he had lost.

Beside him, the Evil Slayer Sword emitted a faint, misty light, bringing some brightness to the dark night.

Zhou Yan thought for a long time but could not discern what he had lost. He seemed not to be as deeply affected by once-loved individuals, like the girl Zhou Lingyi, nor could he retain the unforgettable feelings for Lee Lianqing, the goddess of the Lee Family whom he could not forget in his past life.

Years and reincarnation, ultimately washed away much of the past and future.

Zhou Yan flew out from the Cold Pond, sitting on a solitary stone wall by the Cold Pond's shore.

He looked at the Cold Pond and suddenly seemed to see a beautiful woman riding a Netherworld-light unicorn Dragon Horse coming through the air, quietly watching him from afar.

Zhou Yan looked up, yet saw the woman falling off the Dragon Horse, her head rolling down, and the blood was so vivid.

The taste of blood.

The stimulus of blood.

Everything was so real.

"Have you forgotten?"

An unknown, plaintive voice came to his ears, impacting Zhou Yan's heart.

Zhou Yan's heart chilled, startled as he returned to consciousness, finding himself still within the cold ice and not sitting on the stone wall.

Furthermore, the Cold Pond did not have the stone wall he intended to sit on.

Zhou Yan flew up, naturally displaying Sword Qi, even Sword Intent.

He had no realm, but his realm seemed very strong.

Yet Zhou Yan did not feel moved or delighted by this.

So, Zhou Yan flew up again, landing on another desolate black stone on the shore.

On the stone, faint traces of blood proved that everything should not be an illusion.

But these bloodstains had long dried, dried as dark brown as the desolate black stone wall.

How can dark brown blood in the night be easily discerned?

At this moment, a misty light appeared between heaven and earth, suddenly rushing towards the Cold Pond.

Subsequently, within the misty light appeared a unique energy of Fist Intent, encasing an aged unknown figure.

The energy descended, yet did not find its corresponding owner, thus after pausing for a moment, flew towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan stood on the stone wall, extending his hand to meet the misty glow.

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