"But, Brother Qin, you don't have to worry about this."

Seeing Qin Yichen's expression, Qingluan smiled and said: "When I first left the Continent of Ten Thousand Races and traveled around the Ten Thousand Races, I didn't know how many times I was surrounded and hunted, and I narrowly escaped death."

"Although this kind of thing is dangerous, it may not be a bad thing for you."

"Furthermore, with your current status, ordinary people would not dare to openly attack you."

Qin Yichen's eyelids twitched. Although no one dared to attack him openly, it was easy to dodge open guns and hidden arrows, and it was the poisonous snakes hidden in the dark that were the most deadly.

After receiving the apprenticeship ceremony from Qin Yichen, the most powerful Mo Sheng left here.

It was not until sunset that Qin Yichen, under the guidance of Saint Mo Yao and Qing Luan, got to know most of the powerful people who came to attend this apprenticeship event.

"Yichen, Master Mo Sheng asked you to go over and see him."

At sunset, Mo Yao just reminded Qin Yichen.

Subsequently, this grand ceremony also came to an end with Qin Yichen's departure.

Ten Thousand Demons City, in a main hall of the city lord's mansion.

Mo Sheng clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the murals on the walls of the hall, and remained silent for a long time.

Qin Yichen, standing behind the most powerful man, also looked at the murals, and saw that the ancient history of the Ten Thousand Monsters Realm was depicted on the murals.

In the mural, there is carved the history of the growth of a neutral region that is famous in the Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

The murals record the bloody battles that established the prestige of the Ten Thousand Monsters Realm, which makes people's blood boil and make people feel angry.

After a long time, Mo Sheng seemed to have recovered from his memories and slowly turned around.

"Master."

Facing this powerful man, Qin Yichen also restrained his arrogance and bowed slightly.

"I have spent my entire life, and if I come here tonight to become a disciple, it can be regarded as our fate."

Looking at Qin Yichen, Mo Sheng had a look of pride in his eyes.

Even if you are the most powerful person, it is a great blessing to have a disciple from a god-level race.

"Thank you, Master, for favoring me. Yichen is grateful."

Qin Yichen saluted Mo Sheng respectfully.

"Haha, Yichen, I don't have many days as a teacher, and you already know that."

Mo Sheng sighed softly. At this moment, the god-like aura in his body disappeared, and he became just like an ordinary old man in his twilight years.

Even those who are as strong as the strongest cannot withstand the erosion of time.

In response, Qin Yichen just bowed his head and said nothing, not mentioning anything.

Compared to Mo Sheng, the deadline for the leader of the Human Race's Holy Heaven Mansion is shorter. This is one of the things that Qin Yichen is most worried about.

"I don't know if I can see you growing up in my lifetime."

Mo Sheng sighed softly, his body filled with the sadness of a dying hero.

"Master's magic power reaches the heavens. Thinking about it, this is not a difficult thing."

Qin Yichen said sincerely.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that day..."

Mo Sheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Your foundation is very solid, and the skills you practice are not weak. In fact, there are not many things I can teach you."

Mo Sheng looked at Qin Yichen, with a look of helplessness deep in his eyes.

A disciple from a god-level race is certainly something to be proud of.

However, the heritage of a god-level race is beyond the reach of even the strongest.

They have their own race's cultivation techniques and various methods, which are far beyond what the races in Wanzu Continent can match.

After all, he is a descendant of the Five Emperors who once ruled the continent of all races!

"However, I have created a special set of skills that I can teach you."

After a pause, Mo Sheng said again, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

As if being moved by Mo Sheng's behavior, Qin Yichen's face flushed and he said loudly: "This disciple will definitely live up to Master's high expectations and will maintain the stability of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm in the future."

Hearing this, Mo Sheng also had a look of relief on his face and said with a smile: "I'm very pleased that you have such intention."

"I have been immersed in this set of exercises for thousands of years. Now I have only preliminary perfected it. There will definitely be countless mysteries that I can continue to delve into later. However, it is a pity that I don't have much time left and I don't have the energy to continue. Go study it."

"In the future, it will be up to you to carry it forward."

Mo Sheng smiled.

"Disciple will definitely live up to his command!"

Qin Yichen seemed to be surprised and happy, and said excitedly.

"Ahem, good disciple, don't worry, this set of exercises is extremely dangerous. After you reach the Saint level, my master will personally guide you in your practice."

Mo Sheng coughed dryly and said.

"Master, the disciple's realm has been improved a little too fast, for fear that the foundation will be unstable."

Hearing this, Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling something strange in his heart.

"My disciple has outstanding talent and such a kind of character, which really makes my teacher very happy."

Mo Sheng sighed softly and said with emotion.

In the Continent of Ten Thousand Races, there are very few people who are not constantly thinking of various ways to improve their strength, and who can truly resist the temptation and calm down to stabilize their realm.

"However, my good disciple, don't worry. As a master, I will naturally have a way for you to break through to the Saint level in the shortest possible time and pass on my mantle."

Mo Sheng chuckled, his tone full of pride.

The holy gap that trapped countless geniuses seemed extremely difficult to others, but in his eyes, it was nothing more than that. As long as he was willing, he could forcibly upgrade a powerful person to the holy level at any time.

However, the consequences of that method are too huge, and may even cause that person to stay in that state for the rest of his life.

And Qin Yichen was his only disciple, so Mo Sheng would naturally not take such a stupid approach.

Cultivation must be achieved through hard work on your own, which is the most real thing.

"Holy level..."

Qin Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Since Mo Sheng accepted him as his disciple, he would naturally not do anything that would ruin his future. However, even if he is now a high-ranking senior, how difficult would it be to break through to the saint level in a short period of time?

"Have you ever heard of the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield?"

Looking at Qin Yichen's expression, Mo Sheng chuckled and asked.

"War of Ten Thousand Races?!"

Upon hearing these four words, Qin Yichen's eyes suddenly shrank.

The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races is a strange space.

It is said that it is a space that was shattered due to a certain ancient catastrophe. It is simply a treasure land inside because there are countless ancient relics left in it.

If you are a strong person with deep blessings and good luck, it is extremely normal for you to obtain some ancient treasures and inheritances.
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