Jia Yongsheng’s departure wasn’t stopped by Jia Yongheng, and in fact, Zhou Yan knew that even if he wanted to stop him, it couldn’t be done.

After all, neither party had truly reached the moment of a life and death battle, and Zhou Yan’s abilities were limited to this extent. He could suppress the Left Hand Sword King Ye Xu and others, but it was just due to the strong suppressive effects of Rule Power for a moment.

Due to the loss of the Gift of Word Spirit and the foundation being temporarily unable to strengthen, prolonged battles would certainly result in losses.

Perhaps Jia Yongheng also considered this, which is why he didn’t bother much with Jia Yongsheng.

Under such circumstances, the departure of Jia Yongsheng and his group of Evil Spirits was precisely what Zhou Yan desired.

After they left, Jia Yongheng directly derived the Luck Power of the Void, forming a space road like a Luck Bridge.

The space road directly locked onto the ancient and beautiful Ancient City ahead.

After this space was formed, Jia Yongheng glanced at Zhou Yan, his eyes filled with gratification.

"Zhou Yan, let’s go."

"Okay."

After agreeing, Zhou Yan immediately stabilized some of his turbulent Eternal Spirit, and then, along with Jia Yongheng, entered the Void Land.

Crossing the Void Land felt like passing through a not-so-complex yet very distant Singularity, and Zhou Yan and Jia Yongheng then directly arrived outside the Word Spirit Race’s Ancient City.

Outside the Word Spirit Ancient City, there was no longer the breath of the Heavenly Road, and the Soul Power and other essences from various places were very rich. Zhou Yan’s injuries here naturally recovered a bit.

Even though it wasn’t much, it was extremely helpful to Zhou Yan, as he needed just a little energy to stabilize the Eternal Spirit, which was now achieved.

The bumps along the way, coupled with the reluctant battles, had kept Zhou Yan’s situation from improving, but now he could breathe easier.

When Zhou Yan and Jia Yongheng appeared in this Ancient City, they naturally seemed somewhat out of place, given they didn’t belong to the Word Spirit Ancient City, and the Word Spirits were very sensitive to unknown life forms entering their territory. However, in the blink of an eye, Zhou Yan sensed many Word Spirits’ life essences flowing around, forming a bustling light.

Among the lights, leading them was a middle-aged female Word Spirit, whose age, although quite advanced, appeared still stunningly beautiful and captivating with a unique mature charm.

When the Word Spirit appeared, Zhou Yan and Jia Yongheng both felt tremendous forces of obstruction, manifesting power somewhat resembling a King and somewhat resembling the Immortality Principle of the Eternal Life Realm, instilling a sense of vague unease.

Jia Yongheng glanced at Zhou Yan and signaled him not to worry, then he stepped forward, and his appearance subtly altered.

The changes weren’t much, perhaps just a slight modification.

Yet after this slight change, the Guardian Word Spirit, the mature lady, gazed with a few peculiar illuminations in her eyes.

"Elder Feng Zhilan, uninvited as we are, Jia Yongheng apologizes sincerely to Elder Feng Zhilan."

Jia Yongheng bowed with great respect.

"You are from Lee Ran’s group; hence you needn’t be so formal. Since you’re here, I presume the one beside you is the Thunder Flame Monarch Zhou Yan."

The woman gazed at Jia Yongheng and then looked at Zhou Yan thoughtfully.

Jia Yongheng nodded respectfully, "Yes, Elder Feng Zhilan, he is Zhou Yan, formerly the Thunder Flame Monarch."

"I more or less know your purpose for coming here, but I advise against it."

Feng Zhilan gazed deeply at Zhou Yan and Jia Yongheng, evidently having realized something.

Jia Yongheng showed a bitter smile, "Yet we’ve already begun, certain things are irreversibly set in motion."

"The calamity of the Word Spirit Race is self-inflicted. If it weren’t for our betrayal, the Thunder Flame Monarch wouldn’t have perished, nor would those matters have followed."

"Lee Ran helped us so much back then, but we refused, and now, everything is just what we deserve."

"Thus, you needn’t do anything."

"Besides, the growth of the Thunder Flame Monarch isn’t easy, and we can’t treat him as some piece on a chessboard."

Feng Zhilan’s tone was very firm, expressing these words clearly, withholding nothing.

Jia Yongheng seemed slightly embarrassed, "A chess piece... In reality, there is no pawn left. The Thunder Flame Monarch, as Lee Ran’s brother, would never truly be harmed. Some things in the past could have been stopped, but if once, a second time would be uncontrollable, thus the inevitable has happened."

"Elder Feng Zhilan, to be frank, we’ve come seeking the Speech Spirit Heavenly Girl, for only her past accomplishments can offer her some present assistance."

"She must bear certain responsibilities, as silence isn’t a viable option."

"Elder Feng Zhilan, are you truly willing to let this unfold without resistance?"

Jia Yongheng sighed sorrowfully.

After these words left his mouth, his mood turned profoundly somber.

There was an indescribable sadness buried beneath.

This pervasive sadness touched not only Zhou Yan but also Feng Zhilan.

Feng Zhilan remained silent for a long time before she waved her hand, causing the Word Spirits around her to retreat like a receding tide.

"This can only be described as a tragic entanglement."

Feng Zhilan sighed and said.

She looked at Zhou Yan and said, "Zhou Yan, although you may not compare to a true King in many ways, you are indeed already the most extraordinary being in this world. Whether it is your talent or your ability, your future is bound to be astonishing. Therefore, what you need is time to grow, not to interrupt your growth because of certain matters!

Fu Wanling does not need your rescue!

And you truly shouldn’t save her!"

Feng Zhilan spoke in a grave tone.

The warning in her words was extremely evident.

Evident enough to give Zhou Yan the illusion of potentially making a grave mistake. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

But Zhou Yan remained resolute, taking a deep breath, he said, "Whether to save or not, the decision was actually made long ago. So, just find a way to face it."

"As for the future, it’s so distant that it can’t be seen at all. So for now, I just want to take each step a bit better, to be true to my inner thoughts."

"As for Elder’s warning, I know there must be a reason, but the reason is not truly important. Over these many years, I, Zhou Yan, have experienced many things, and I’ve developed my own judgment. Therefore, I will not be swayed from my true intent."

"Elder Feng Zhilan, please do not obstruct us."

Zhou Yan’s tone was equally sincere.

He was unaware of many of the true circumstances, but these were not important.

Fu Wanling’s condition must be restored.

The Word Spirit Race also requires a King to lead and to resist unknown calamities.

And besides Fu Wanling, there is no one else who can take on this role.

Seeing that Zhou Yan’s determination was equally firm, Feng Zhilan could only sigh mournfully and fall silent.

However, she stood aside from her place in front of Zhou Yan and Jia Yongheng, clearing the path forward.

This effectively allowed Zhou Yan and Jia Yongheng to enter the ancient city of the Word Spirit Race with peace of mind, unrestricted.

Zhou Yan gave a slight bow to Feng Zhilan, to which she respectfully returned the gesture, leaving Zhou Yan somewhat perplexed.

But as Jia Yongheng paid no mind to it, Zhou Yan didn’t dwell on it either.

Feng Zhilan followed not far behind Jia Yongheng, while Jia Yongheng led the way upfront, with Zhou Yan beside him.

"Zhou Yan, the previous situation probably touched upon some things you’re unaware of, but I can tell you that the appearance of the Lord of Sin is actually somewhat connected to the Word Spirit Race. Back then, King Lei Yan indeed had the first chance to reach the Realm of the Lord of Sin, but it was sabotaged by the Word Spirit Race, allowing other kings to seize the opportunity.

This context explains my previous conversation with Elder Feng Zhilan.

But rest assured, our current approach is the correct one, calculated by your brother Lee Ran as the most suitable method.

As for the future... the future will certainly be good."

"His path lies in deeper Transcendence, while your wish, Zhou Yan, is the future of the Eternal Species. There is no conflict between the two. Moreover, you two are true brothers, so there’s no room for conflict."

Jia Yongheng comforted Zhou Yan.

"Even if you didn’t say so, I would still trust you. On some matters, I have already come to understand and analyze things myself."

Zhou Yan nodded lightly, not paying much attention to Jia Yongheng’s explanation.

Trust made explanations unnecessary.

Jia Yongheng’s explanation was merely to alleviate Zhou Yan’s potential doubts and concerns.

Engaged in conversation, Jia Yongheng then led Zhou Yan into the Yanling Palace within the ancient city of the Word Spirit Race.

Deep within the palace lies a Forbidden Land.

Jia Yongheng himself couldn’t enter, but after much hesitation, Feng Zhilan, by his side, opened the ancient Forbidden Land, allowing Jia Yongheng and Zhou Yan to enter.

Inside the ancient Forbidden Land, it was like a world of azure water ripples, with emerald green water vapor permeating the Void, and below, a verdant lake.

In the center of the lake stood an ancient wooden house, an utterly ordinary house.