Shocking Great Changes Above

"When I first came here ten thousand years ago, I had just entered Ninth Rank. My strength has regressed now; I'm probably at Eighth Rank Intermediate."

Seeing Ye Wen had entered, the Old Dragon was willing to communicate with him. He had calmed down now and honestly answered the questions Ye Wen posed.

After hearing the Old Dragon's words, Ye Wen found it was roughly in line with his own guesses. He then continued to ask.

"Why can you live for such a long time?"

Hearing Ye Wen ask this, the Old Dragon retorted with some curiosity.

"It's not strange. Your human race also has a long lifespan. After reaching Seventh Rank, you can live for a few thousand years. After reaching Eighth Rank, there are many who live for tens of thousands of years. Are there no humans of high rank in the outside world now?"

Humans can live for thousands of years after reaching Seventh Rank. This is bad. That old geezer Mo Chengkong, am I not helping him? When we meet next time, won't he be Seventh Rank already?

No wonder he dug up hundreds of tombs, all to find cultivation methods. A person like him would gnaw on coffin lids if it would help him advance!

Does this mean there are no high-rank humans now? Or is my status too low to even access the secrets of the higher echelons?

It's likely that even that old geezer Mo Chengkong doesn't have the qualifications to understand the secrets of the higher echelons. Xiantian Seventh Rank is already extremely rare to see on the continent.

After all, Xiantian Sixth Rank Peak is just a mortal who lives a little longer. Only after entering Xiantian Seventh Rank do they gain some qualifications to know about the high-rank affairs of the continent!

Seeing Ye Wen had no more questions, the Old Dragon seized the opportunity to ask.

"Why are you protected by the order and laws here? Who exactly are you? Are you a descendant of that old ghost Xingyu?"

Ye Wen looked at the Old Dragon, whose two eyes, as large as truck tires, were staring intently at him. He still felt a bit scared.

But thinking that he would have to ask this question anyway, he didn't hide anything. He then took out the Demon Suppressing Token and said to the Old Dragon.

"It should be this. I obtained it by chance and never knew what it was. Just now, under your attack, it seemed to awaken, and two words appeared on the token—Demon Suppressing!"

The Old Dragon looked at the token in Ye Wen's hand. It was indeed the Demon Suppressing Token! Legend has it that this token can only be activated by someone with a special bloodline. Could this kid really be their descendant?

"This token hasn't recognized you as its master yet?"

The Old Dragon had to ask because this token had immense restrictions. It required bloodline recognition before it would recognize a master, and only then could it be used. It wasn't just a token; it was a treasure. Its specific rank was known only to its master, not to others.

"Recognize me as master? How do I do that? Does a token need to recognize a master?"

Ye Wen had no idea what kind of treasure he held, or he wouldn't have said such a foolish thing.

The Old Dragon also looked at Ye Wen, speechless!

"Has the cultivation system of the entire world been broken for these ten thousand years? Why don't they even know how to have a treasure recognize its master?"

However, the Old Azure Dragon was now in a position of needing help and had to personally teach Ye Wen how to complete the master recognition.

"Drip your blood onto the Demon Suppressing Token. That's how you perform blood recognition!"

"Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple!"

Ye Wen couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Can what this Azure Dragon says be trusted? Will he deceive me?"

While Ye Wen was still undecided, he suddenly thought. This token was given to me by Old Uncle Zong. Even if the Old Azure Dragon wanted to harm me, Old Uncle Zong wouldn't. So, trying blood recognition is still worth a shot!

Thus, Ye Wen quickly took out a dagger and cut his finger. Blood gushed out. Just as Ye Wen was about to drip his blood onto the token.

What he never expected was that all his blood was absorbed by the dagger. After absorbing Ye Wen's blood, the dagger suddenly flashed with golden light and floated in the air.

Ye Wen suddenly had a feeling in his mind, a sense of blood connection with the dagger, as if it were a part of his own body.

He suddenly imagined the dagger stabbing towards the wall. The dagger shot towards the wall like lightning and pierced into it. Then, thinking of it returning, the dagger reappeared before him, hovering in mid-air. What a treasure, is this the dagger's true purpose?

The Azure Dragon looked at Ye Wen, waiting for him to recognize the Demon Suppressing Token as his master. Who knew he would recognize a Dao Soldier as his master first?

What kind of luck does this kid have, possessing an unrecognized Dao Soldier? And no one has tried to snatch it from him? Has the outside world truly undergone a massive upheaval, with no high-rank experts left?

Ye Wen was like a child who had gotten a new toy, playing with it joyfully. The Old Dragon couldn't stand it any longer and let out a loud cough.

This cough startled Ye Wen so much that his dagger almost fell to the ground. One had to admit the vast difference in strength; the Old Dragon could easily kill him with a single spit now.