"Haaa!" He coughs, spurting a fountain of blood from his mouth.
Thankfully, there was no one nearby to witness this sight, or else, he would have attracted some attention.
"My Yang Soul is weakening?" He grabbed his mouth with his right hand, blocking the flow of blood.
Yu Yan clenched his soft, tiny left fist, feeling a weak sensation drowning his infant body.
"Is this the result of the world rejecting my existent?"
This sensation was quite familiar to him.
For example, crossing from one star sea to another would trigger the same reaction, as star seas are essentially two different worlds.
This is also why that Yin-Yang Scryer who chased him back then didn't dare to cross the border of star sea, because the moment he step into the Scarlet Coral Sea without authorization, the star sea would reject him!
Facing that rejection, their cultivation would be restricted to the peak of True Yang Emperor!
This explains why Yu Yan was rushed to cross the star sea to escape the pursuit of a Yin-Yang Scryer back then, confident that as long as he step into another star sea, he will be safe.
After all, his status as the White Sword Archon wasn't for show, and many people who chased after him knew that without sufficient strength, chasing Yu Yan was no different from chasing death!
At this moment, he assesses the condition of his Yang Soul, shocked by his discovery.
"Where have the system sent my soul to? This world is too strange and bizarre!"
Firstly, the absence of natural law startled Yu Yan greatly.
Now, he discovered that not only his yang soul is weakening, but it was also being corroded!
"If it is being eroded this much at this rate, my yang soul will lose its power in the next ten years at most... After which I will no longer manifest the power of my soul or even stir any movement from it." If his soul erodes too far, he would lose his connection with the main soul, when this happens, then everything he experience would be no different from a fleeting dream, an illusion that never existed!
That means, before ten years, he needs to hibernate his soul and hid its essence away from the heaven and earth, and in doing so, his soul would be no different from a mortal's soul.
Upon thinking of this, he frowned, before accepting that this is the system's arrangement.
Why else would the system use his yang soul and not the main soul?
Perhaps the system only meant for Yu Yan to be a mortal in this simulation trial.
"If that is the case, then—"
He quickly tries to breathe in the natural spiritual essence of heaven and earth.
Thunk!
The spiritual essence of heaven and earth enters his infant body, only to leak out through every meridian and pore like an endless vessel of holes and cracks!
Seeing this, he attempts a full breath cycle of breathing.
Thunk!
Once again, waves of thin spiritual essence basked his body, only to exit out like an empty water basin.
Feeling the dissipating spiritual essence leaving his body, he sighed," This body's constitution is even worse than a common mortal, let alone cultivation, I would be shocked if I can reach the first layer of Qi-Refinining in fifty years!"
At this point, he gave up the thought of cultivation.
At the same time, this confirms his suspicion that the system did not want him to cultivate!
"He left his sword behind?" He stared at the shining sword laying on the patch of grass, walking toward it to pick it up.
"It's too heavy for my infant body." Unable to hold it for long, he stabbed it into the ground.
Shuus!
Then, he looked toward the sleeping Yu-Hwang, looking back and forth, before helplessly frowning," If he wakes up and sees the sword here, then it would confirm that it is not a dream, it is best I bury this sword somewhere."
Yes, he could modify Yu-Hwang's memories, or even fabricate the memories to be more convenient, but Yu Yan refuses to do so.
For one, he was afraid of eroding his soul further, and secondly, he does not wish to fabricate this life.
"If I change his memories, will this life still be real?" He thought.
So, Yu Yan wanted to preserve the genuine aspect of this life, and at the same time, avoid using his yang soul.
At this moment, Yu Yan walked toward the shaded tree, then lower his back.
He wanted to bury the sword here!
With the sword in his hand, he scoops the dirt one by one, using the blade like a tiny, sharp shovel as he makes his way down.
Thankfully, the sword that Sun-Jung had was sharp, so using it to dig some dirt was quite easy.
Not long after, he finally finished digging, then placed the sword down under.
Then, he shoves all the dirt on the side above the sword, staining it, and at the same time, burying it away from the sunlight. He made sure that the patch of dirt returned to its original state without any deforms or tampering.
"Done!" He exclaimed, excited by his accomplishment as he wipe the sweat from his forehead.
After standing up, he noticed the stains and mess on his clothes.
So, Yu Yan took off his clothes, then washed them with the help of the running river, feeling the frosting cold from the clear river water.
A couple of minutes later.
"Argh!" Yu-Hwang groaned, greeted by the cool shade as he feel the hard, concrete wood on his back.
"Little Yan?" He quickly stomps the drowsiness and swung his head left and right, looking for Yu Yan, then spotted him playing by the river.
"Father!" He innocently waved, causing Yu-Hwang to dazed, feeling like he was just woken up from a long dream.
"What was that dream again?" He murmured.
...
On the moon, Tulan was inside Yu Yan's hut and sleeping in her bead form.
"Sister, there is a fluctuation of a nascent soul cultivator entering the star system!" Gongniu's bark from the outside.
Instantly, the bead transformed into the human form Tulan.
She leisurely pushed the door open, then walked toward Gongniu, staring in the direction of his gaze," Are they together?" She asked.
Hearing this, Gongniu nodded," Yes, the nascent soul is currently meeting up with that half-step nascent soul that master mentioned."
Tulan smiled and patted his puffy fur head before sitting down at the same table.
After which she taps the table, condensing a strange character to float above the center of the table.
Gongniu stared at the white character, confused, asking," You want to warn them?"
"Yes, I wonder how they will deal with this incoming force... For a Golden core to fight against a nascent soul, what trump card can he rely on?" She said, flicking her fingers.
"Not to mention master is in seclusion, I'm aware of his intention and is acting on his will."
This flick seems to contain endless force, propelling the white character toward earth like a comet, heading straight for the Thousand Bamboo Island.
On the other end, Song Yi was meditating inside the Ancestral Mountain.
Upon which, he felt the fluctuation in the skies and stared upward.
"A comet at this hours?" He frowned, unable to make out the traces of characters inside that blazing ball of light.
Then, it quickly reached the Thousand Bamboo Island, effortlessly piercing through the arrays of formation!
Song Yi stood up, alarmed by the movement of this light.
Just then, as he raised his hand in order to activate the ancestral mountain formation, he heard a ring in his head when the light flashed his cave abode.
"They are here." Tulan soft, and calming voice echoed.
"Senior snow-white?" He murmured, confused by her words.
Then, came another line of words.
"One nascent soul."
After which the light dissipates, disappearing and melting like a flake of snow.
"One nascent soul is here?" His complexion grew graved upon hearing the message.
He still remembered the Star Palace.
Song Yi trusted Tulan as she has no reason to lie to him, especially when this matter does not concern them, but at the same time, this warning hints to him that they will be on the sideline watching rather than interfering.
Upon thinking this, he grew grave, not knowing how to handle the situation.
Then, 'that' thing appeared in his mind," Do I have to resort to using Ancestor Fu's final arrangement?"