"What? You think we wouldnât know about the world outside the Mystic Realm when you outsiders come here every ten years?" The old man said.
And he continued, "You know, the people of this worldâ the natives... Our ancestors also used to live in the outside world, but they decided to live in this world instead, isolated from the outside world."
"Huh? But howâs that possible? I thought we only have a month inside the Mystic Realm before we must leave?" Yuan spoke in a dazed voice.
"Hahaha... Sure, thatâs how the Mystic Realm works nowadays. However, that wasnât the case during the ancient times when people could enter the Mystic Realm at will and without any restrictions." The old man said.
And he continued, "The Mystic Realm changed when it got an ownerâ who turned this place into a massive trial of sorts, implementing the rules that youâre experiencing now."
"Wow... I had no idea the Mystic Realm would have such a deep history. What about the people of this world? Can you guys leave the Mystic Realm?" Yuan asked after his initial awe.
The old lady shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, weâre stuck in this world."
"Before the owner created the rules for this world, heâd asked everybody in this world if they wanted to leave or stay in this world, and at that time, our ancestors, with full knowledge that they wonât be able to leave this place ever again, decided to stay in here."
"There is no way out of this worldâ only a way inside, not including the time limit of 1 month." The old man continued.
"Donât you want to go outside?" Yuan suddenly asked.
"Not really. According to our ancestors, the spiritual energy in this world is much better than the spiritual energy outside. Although itâs much smaller in this world, weâll get to live longer since we have a higher cultivation base, and there are not as many worldly conflicts here." The old lady explained.
"I guess the spiritual energy in this place is much more abundant than outside overall..." Yuan couldnât deny this since heâd experienced it for himself firsthand.
"To tell you the truth, not everyone in this world is like us, as most of the natives arenât very fond of outsiders, since many of them are jealous of your ability to leave this place. Therefore, itâs best to keep your identity as an outsider hidden." The old man revealed to him, taking him by surprise.
"I see... Thank you for the heads up." Yuan nodded.
"Anyways, returning to the topic at hand... We believe youâre a descendant from our Lordâs bloodline in the outside world, and we would like to check your blood if you donât mind." The old lady said.
"I highly doubt it... But what if... What if I turn out to be a descendant?" Yuan asked, his interest piqued.
"Then we will serve you for the rest of our livesâ at least until you have to leave the Mystic Realm." Lan Yingying said to him with a serious look on her face.
"Uhhh..." Yuan looked at them with a perplexed expression. Theyâre going to serve him? That didnât feel right to him for some reason.
"How will you test my blood?" He still asked them a moment later.
"Oh, thatâs simple. You simply have to mix some of your blood with our blood to see if thereâs any reaction. If thereâs even the slightest reaction, itâll mean that youâre the Lordâs descendant." The old man explained.
"Are you willing?"
Yuan nodded.
Seeing his approval, the old man turned to look at Lan Yingying and said, "Go ahead. Drop some of your blood into this bottle."
"Yes, grandfather."
Lan Yingying retrieved a small knife from her spatial ring before cutting a decently large hole in her finger, startling Yuan with the amount of blood she squeezed into the bottle.
"Donât worry, we only need a drop of your blood." The old man laughed after seeing his nervous expression.
After Lan Yingying stopped pouring her blood into the bottle, she licked the wound on her finger, and Yuan watched as the cut on her finger instantly healed.
"Go ahead, young man." The old man handed the bottle to Yuan afterward.
Yuan nodded and retrieved his Starry Abyss before cutting a small wound on his thumb.
âA Soul Weapon?â
The old couple was shocked when they realized the treasure in Yuanâs grasp, but they didnât say anything.
A few seconds later, Yuan dripped a large drop of his blood inside the blood, and everybody there watched for any reaction in anticipation.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
Half a minute passed without any reaction, and the old man placed the bottle down and sighed.
"Unfortunately, youâre not the Lordâs descendant." The old man said in a sighing voice.
"I see..." Yuan nodded, feeling relieved for some reason.
"Well, even if you arenât the Lordâs descendant, youâre still a very talented young lad, learning Sword Aura as a Spirit Warrior. You definitely qualify to sow your seed inside our granddaughter." The old lady said with a grin on her face.
"Sow my seed in her? What?" Yuan was completely puzzled by their words.
"Donât mind them, Yuan. Theyâve been like this ever since my parents died, and theyâre worried that our familyâs long legacy will end with me." Lan Yingying explained to him.
"Anyways, do you have any questions for them?" Lan Yingying then asked him.
Yuan nodded and said, "Do you know anything about the voice that beckoned me to the temple? And what about that faceless person I saw?"
"..."
However, the old couple didnât respond to him, and on their face was a gawking expression, their eyes filled with shock.
"Whatâs the matter?" Yuan asked them.
"A-Are you sure about that? A faceless person?!" The old man asked him in a trembling voice.
Yuan nodded, "Yes. Iâm sure. Do you know who that is?"
The old man swallowed nervously before speaking, "That... That is most likely the Lord!"
"Huh?" Yuanâs eyes widened with surprise after learning this new information.