The Past of the Human and Demon Races

Ye An rolled up the chart and put it away carefully, then fixed his gaze on an inconspicuous Dark Door in the corner.

The Dark Door almost blended into the wall. Without a careful look, it would have been difficult to spot.

Ye An stepped forward, found the right spot, and gave it a gentle push. The Dark Door silently opened a crack wide enough for his fingers to pull it open.

Behind it lay a tiny Secret Chamber containing only a few dozen scrolls. Every dark-yellow scroll bore the traces of time.

Ye An recalled what Zhao Xuanji had told him.

"You've reached Gathering Essence now. You can take a look inside the Secret Room on the third floor of the Scripture Repository."

"That Secret Room is located..."

Ye An had asked Zhao Xuanji two questions at the time.

The first was, "Do I have to read the scrolls in the Secret Room?"

Zhao Xuanji had answered, "I think you should. They won't improve a martial artist's strength in any way, but they should strengthen your Martial Dao Heart."

Ye An hadn't understood what Zhao Xuanji meant then. Only now, after entering the Secret Chamber, did he finally grasp his meaning.

There weren't many scrolls in the chamber, but their contents answered many questions that had long troubled Ye An.

One thing in particular had always puzzled him.

The sect clearly kept Monster Beasts to feed its Body Tempering Martial Artists. So why, throughout his cultivation, had he seen nothing but low-level Strange Beasts—not even a single Monster Beast in the Qi Condensation Realm?

The scroll now gave Ye An an answer.

In ancient times, the Human Race and the Demon Race shared this world.

Neither side yet possessed fighters on the level of today's Martial Arts Grandmasters, and