Immortal of the Nine Realms

After a round of questioning, Fang Chen obtained quite a bit of information from the Envoy. At the very least, he now understood the distinction between the Mortal Realm and the Divine Realm.

It was not only the Human Race that possessed a Mortal Realm.

The Mortal Realm represented the lowest level among the countless races ruled by the Supreme Qingming Alliance. To a certain extent, the Mortal Realm was protected by the Supreme Qingming Alliance. Mortals within the Mortal Realm could not be wantonly slaughtered. If the disturbance grew too great, it would attract intervention from the Supreme Qingming Alliance.

On the other hand, the Divine Realm represented the gathering place of each race's elites. The Envoy would bring most divine ability cultivators into the Divine Realm.

The Divine Realm was incomparably vast, with countless races mingling together. Every race fought for the destiny of their people.

The territory occupied by the human race within the Divine Realm was called the Nether Ruins.

So the ruler of the Divine Realm is the Supreme Qingming Alliance? It doesn't seem that simple...

A glint flashed in Fang Chen's eyes as he scrutinized the Envoy. Finally, he asked, "The true rulers of the Divine Realm are Realm Lords, correct?"

The Envoy nodded.

As expected.

Fang Chen could now confirm that even the Divine Realm was likely still extremely distant from the true Supreme Qingming Alliance.

Gu Yueling once mentioned that the abilities of Realm Lords were, to a certain extent, similar to Heavenly Dao. But Realm Lords didn't suffer the same shackles the Heavenly Dao did, making them even stronger.

A place like the Nine Mortal Realms required ten thousand similar realms for a chance that a Realm Lord may rise from it. That meant the Divine Realm was likely composed of countless territories, each equivalent to the Nine Mortal Realms. Its sheer vastness was unimaginable.

"How many Divine Realms are there?" Fang Chen asked calmly.

"How many Divine Realms?" The Envoy looked confused. "Could there possibly be two Divine Realms?"

Shock gripped the Envoy's face, and he stared at Fang Chen in disbelief. Fang Chen's question seemed to make him think of something deeply terrifying.

Even the people of this era do not fully understand the Supreme Qingming Alliance. A power of that magnitude could never have only one Realm Lord. Thus, there must be many realms like the Divine Realm. It's hard to imagine what kind of divine powers and methods would be required to build such an enormous civilization....

At this moment, Fang Chen was beginning to believe Gu Yueling's words. Perhaps the Supreme Qingming Alliance truly represented the pinnacle of this universe. Calling the Nine Mortal Realms an ant colony was rather flattering.

"I am searching for a medicinal ingredient called Sword Bodhi. You are a member of the Great Zhou royal family. The manpower you can mobilize far exceeds that of the current Fang Clan. Have your people deliver Sword Bodhi to me, and I will let you leave," Fang Chen said calmly.

The Envoy was astonished. "You truly intend to let me go?"

"What benefit would killing you bring me?" Fang Chen smiled faintly. "Think carefully. If one day our Fang Clan's Ancestor Lie ascends to the Saint Realm, what situation do you think will follow?"

At that time, the Fang Clan would naturally no longer be hunted by the Luoxue Alliance. And the Fang Clan itself would become a Saint Clan with a Saint overseeing it. If he continued to oppose the Fang Clan, his own clan would face extermination sooner or later.

The reason Fang Chen spared him was obvious. He wanted him to look after the Fang Clan in Great Zhu. In return, if the Fang Clan one day became a clan protected by a Saint, he too would benefit from it.

The Envoy understood the stakes almost instantly. His expression changed repeatedly before he immediately cupped his fist respectfully. "My lord, I understand."

His attitude had become incomparably respectful. He glanced at Wang He and said, "My lord, this man cannot be allowed to live."

"Mhm."

Wang He was immediately terrified. "Wait!"

He couldn't understand why he couldn't be spared. But the Envoy gave him no chance to speak again. With a mere thought from him, Wang He turned to ash.

A glint flashed through Fang Chen's eyes. It seemed that a shadow swept past, instantly carrying away Wang He's departing soul

Fang Chen fell into thought briefly before saying, "My memories are severely damaged. There are still some things I need to ask you. First, what is the Pardon Festival?"

"The Pardon Festival? Your lordship's memories truly are heavily damaged. This is a festival created by the Soul Race under the Supreme Qingming Alliance," the Envoy explained. "Whenever the Pardon Festival starts, souls in the underworld can return to the mortal world through Returning Soul Incense and reunite with their families for a brief meeting."

Fang Chen looked toward the Envoy. "The Soul Race?"

The Envoy was taken aback. He doesn't even remember this?

He quickly explained, "My lord, the Soul Race is one of the races within the Divine Realm that became a Saint Race at the earliest stages... Their history is far older than that of the human race. Moreover, unlike the other races, the Soul Race is extremely special. They are not a single unified race. Even within the human race, many powerful experts eventually become members of the Soul Race..."

One of the earliest races in the Divine Realm to become a Saint Race...

Fang Chen fell into thought before smiling.

"If I return to the Divine Realm, where should I go to receive a Sacred Canon?"

"Naturally, the Luoxue Alliance," revealed the Envoy, laughing awkwardly. "However, your lordship's identity is rather special. If it becomes known that you originate from the Fang Clan, then—"

"If I don't say anything and you don't say anything, who would know?"

The Envoy explained, "To receive a Sacred Canon, one must possess an origin. That origin must be something the Luoxue Alliance can thoroughly verify. If there are issues with one's origin, then one is not qualified to receive a Sacred Canon. However..."

His tone shifted slightly, as though he had already begun devising plans for Fang Chen. "If one can join a major clan, and that clan possesses a certain level of influence within the Luoxue Alliance, then this step can be skipped. The major clan itself becomes your origin."

"Then if I join the Great Zhou, would that count as obtaining an origin?"

"The Great Zhou..." The Envoy forced out a bitter smile. "If a clan lacks a Breaking Limits expert, it is not qualified to receive a Sacred Canon. The only way is to join the Luoxue Alliance and earn military merit through wars against foreign races. You can exchange that merit for a qualification to obtain a Sacred Canon. Although the Great Zhou has more than just me in the ninth transformation, none of the others have reached the Limit Breaking Realm. We do not possess such qualifications..."

Fang Chen gradually came up with a plan. So the higher-ups still maintain fairly strict control over Sacred Canons, but they are not completely forbidden secrets. With some maneuvering, there is still an opportunity to obtain one.

It felt like finding a hidden village after passing through dark willows and blooming flowers. Compared to the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower, Sacred Canons were even more important to the current Nine Mortal Realms. With them, every eighth-transformation Ancient Immortal in the Nine Mortal Realms could walk the same path that the Demon Race ancestors spent countless years paving.

Before entering the History Immortal Book, Fang Chen had nearly believed that obtaining a Sacred Canon was completely impossible. Now that such an opportunity existed, he naturally did not wish to miss it.

"If another Heavenly Dao could preside over the Nine Mortal Realms and sufficient time were given to the remaining Human Race, then the humans of the Nine Mortal Realms would eventually accumulate enough foundation to migrate back into the Divine Realm. But there is still a prerequisite. We first need to understand why the human race was forced to leave the Supreme Qingming Alliance's rule in the first place. Or perhaps the ones who left back then were merely one branch of the human race?"

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Fang Chen smiled faintly at the Envoy. "Go. Bring me Sword Bodhi."

"Yes, my lord."