Chapter 815 - 403: The Demon Race Will Never Be Slaves (4)

Chapter 815: Chapter 403: The Demon Race Will Never Be Slaves (4)

But this Power was quickly suppressed by the old man, who then sat cross-legged to begin Refining the Elixir.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zongyang’s Divine Soul streaked like a ray of light across the endless void, swiftly returning to the Reincarnation Space of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races.

His Divine Soul, resembling a wisp of ethereal smoke, gradually condensed into a distinct form. Slowly opening his eyes, a trace of bewilderment and confusion lingered in his gaze as he took in the bizarre surroundings.

Runes radiating a strange light were scattered across the area like twinkling stars in the night sky. Streams of Energy meandered through the void like lively brooks, weaving together into a mysterious, dreamlike tapestry.

His brows furrowed slightly. His mind was brimming with questions, completely unaware of where he was. However, this disorientation did not last long. Soon, his attention was drawn to a figure.

It was someone who looked exactly like him, standing quietly a short distance away. A faint smile graced the man’s face, and his eyes revealed an indescribable depth and mystery.

A surge of vigilance and curiosity welled up within Cheng Zongyang as he wondered how he could be seeing such a bizarre sight here when he had just been thrown into the Alchemy Tripod by that old man to be Refined into an Elixir. And who was this person who looked identical to him?

With a heart full of questions, he stared at the other party and asked, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the young man’s lips curled into a slight smile as he called out softly, "Ring Spirit."

Before his words could fade, a softly glowing orb of light shot forth like a meteor, swiftly sinking into Cheng Zongyang’s Divine Soul.

In an instant, a massive influx of complex information flooded Cheng Zongyang’s mind. His Divine Soul felt as though it had been plunged into a vast ocean, battered by countless memory fragments and mysterious epiphanies.

After what seemed like half a day, he slowly recovered from the intense impact and opened his eyes.

At this moment, the Cheng Zongyang Clone felt a complex swirl of emotions, like an overturned spice rack with countless flavors mixing together. What had just entered his body were his original, sealed memories.

Now, he naturally understood the cause and effect of it all.

This first, brief Reincarnation experience had been like a thrilling, fantastical journey. It had allowed him to truly witness the cruelty of the world, the unpredictable complexity of nature, and the fickleness of fate.

"How does it feel?" Just then, the steady voice of Cheng Zongyang’s main body rang out in the space.

The Clone looked up at his main body, sighed softly, and said, "I gained a little, but not much. There are many things I can’t figure out, and no way to resolve my doubts. How long has it been?"

Cheng Zongyang’s main body shook his head slightly. Looking at the Clone with an understanding gaze, he said:

"The Dao is formless. How could its mysteries and true essence be so easily comprehended? I can’t help you with that, and neither can the Ring Spirit. You can only explore it on your own.

"If you had gained a lot from your very first time, I would be throwing a worldwide celebration. As for the time, it’s only been a little over two years here. The time ratio is ten to one—ten years in the Reincarnation Realm equals one year here."

Hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on the Clone’s lips. He said helplessly:

"But the experience itself was actually quite nice. At the very least, it allowed me to assume the identity of the Demon Race and experience the hardships of Demons, as well as the conflicts between humans and Demons.

"It gave me a more profound understanding of the countless living beings in this world and made me realize that all things are struggling within the vortex of fate.

"Whether it’s the powerful humans or the seemingly weak Demon Race, they all have their own helplessness and sorrows.

"Just as an old Demon of the Ape Race said: Everything is determined by fate, and nothing is left to mortal will. Life and death are predestined."

Cheng Zongyang waved his hand. "Those are your epiphanies. I can’t resolve your doubts either. When does the next one begin?"