Xing Yue felt anxious but maintained a calm facade, slowly preparing a cup of clear tea and placing it before Mo Feng.
Xing Yue took a sip of the tea and said lightly, "Elder Mo, can you tell what kind of beast my spirit beast is?"
Mo Feng shook his head, "I can't tell. I know you've placed a concealment formation on her, but even without it, I couldn't be sure of her race."
"It's because her current appearance has never appeared in any spirit beast catalog. The most likely scenario is that this is not her final form."
"This is not uncommon in the cultivation world. Elders often protect their descendants by obscuring their race, making it difficult for others to recognize them. You needn't worry too much, A Yue."
Mo Feng didn't seem overly concerned. Regardless of her race, as her cultivation increased, her true form would eventually be revealed.
"I hope so!" Xing Yue still felt a sense of unease. She hadn't found any trace of A Yuan's race in either the demon beast or spirit beast catalogs.
However, Bai Qi, the master of that secret realm, had clearly encountered A Yuan's race, otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared directly.
A race that existed tens of thousands of years ago, though potentially extinct now, how could it have left absolutely no trace?
Unable to fathom it, Xing Yue refocused her energy on cultivation. By remaining steadfast, she would at least have the power to protect herself, no matter what happened in the future.
As she saw Mo Feng off, Xing Yue smiled, looking at the Ice Ming Beast, which was avoiding her gaze and clearly injured.
After watching Mo Feng leave with the Ice Ming Beast, Xing Yue called out, "Come here!"
Xing Yuan lowered her head, appearing extremely remorseful, and slowly shuffled to Xing Yue's side.
Xing Yue took out a towel and gently wiped the dirtied fur on Xing Yuan's back. "You know to clean yourself, but you don't know about your back?"
Xing Yuan lay down obediently, bracing herself for a scolding, but only felt the warm towel passing over her back.
Curiously, she raised her head to look at Xing Yue. Xing Yue smiled gently, stroking her head with affection, "Alright! Don't worry, it's not your fault. I only need to raise you; I won't raise any other spirit beasts."
Xing Yuan happily coiled her tail around Xing Yue's wrist, "I like, I like Sister the most."
"Yes, I know. So, A Yuan, it's time for you to cultivate. Do you still want my reward?"
Although Xing Yue was smiling, Xing Yuan's spirit immediately perked up. Reluctantly, she retracted her tail, quickly retrieved Mo Feng's plan, and began to cultivate according to the outlined steps.
Five years later, Xing Yue had been meticulously taught by all the elders, including the Sect Master, and was then assigned a mission.
"A Yue, you must have heard. The Myriad Races Realm is about to open. There have been significant movements there recently, and various sects, including the Demon Realm, have already set out. The opening of the Myriad Races Realm is always unpredictable, but it is our only path to breaking through to the Divine Realm."
"The spiritual energy in the cultivation world is not as abundant as it once was, but over the years, there have been no shortage of cultivators at the Heavenly Realm peak. And there are also the old timers, whose cultivation and combat experience are certainly not inferior to ours in the major sects. If you happen to encounter them, you must be cautious."
"They have waited for so long; there won't be another chance. It's either success or annihilation. Therefore, A Yue, you must absolutely not confront them head-on. If it's truly unavoidable, given your young age, you can wait for the next opportunity."
Fang Qiu Mo kept reiterating his instructions, a parent's worry for a child traveling far. Although he wasn't Xing Yue's father, Xing Yue had joined his tutelage from a young age, and he treated her as if she were his own daughter.
Elder Fu Ya couldn't help but interject, "Alright, alright. A Yue has been on many trials and tribulations. Can she not understand these basic principles?"
"I never liked beating around the bush, so I'll be direct. This is a rare opportunity. The sect is preparing to send some disciples above the Heavenly Realm for a trial. Risk and opportunity go hand in hand. The disciples willing to go have been tallied. A Yue, as the senior disciple, you will lead the team this time."
"When I say lead, A Yue, it's mainly about bringing these disciples to the location. The focus will still be on you. Even if you can't break through, finding more opportunities is good," Mo Feng chimed in.
"Yes, yes, focus on yourself. Protect those people if you can; if you can't, it's their own failing," Fang Qiu Mo immediately added, his eyes filled with approval.
"Yes, disciple understands," Xing Yue gently rubbed her temples. She could barely handle the elders' concern.
Fang Qiu Mo observed Xing Yue's expression closely. Seeing her like this, he immediately became concerned, "Are you tired, A Yue? Go back and rest. We depart next month."
"Alright! Then this disciple takes her leave." Xing Yue's voice couldn't hide her relief. It was finally over.
"Wooo..." Seeing her emerge, Xing Yuan immediately pounced.
Xing Yue had developed a habit of receiving beasts, and Xing Yuan nestled comfortably in her arms without any hesitation.
"Be more careful next time, don't be so reckless." Xing Yue, having just been lectured for a long time, hadn't fully adjusted from the elders' way of speaking and carried a hint of a lecturing tone when addressing Xing Yuan.
Xing Yuan squinted and nuzzled into Xing Yue's embrace before saying, "Sister, I know."
A month passed quickly.
Not everyone had the courage to fight against the unknown. Cultivators contended with heaven, but many also found contentment in their current state, unwilling to venture into uncertain futures.
A group of nearly a hundred people boarded a flying ship, heading towards Yuan City.
Legend had it that Yuan City was once the center of this world. However, years of war had depleted its spiritual energy. Although various sects had moved away, they still dispatched disciples to guard it.
They did not permit any other sect to claim Yuan City for themselves. Later, a great gate suddenly descended from the sky, which became the legendary entrance to the Myriad Races Realm.
Thus, the Demon Realm also sent many people there.
Today, Yuan City was a melting pot of all sorts, and due to the mutual suspicion between various factions, there were no shortage of desperate individuals seeking to exploit the chaos.
The Heavenly Path Sect's group traveled for a month on their flying ship to reach Yuan City.
They encountered a temporal turbulence midway, but with Heavenly Realm cultivators on board, such a level of danger posed no threat.
The flying ship bore the Heavenly Path Sect's insignia, and given their direction of travel, no one foolish enough would dare to provoke them. The people on the ship cultivated quietly throughout the journey.
It wasn't until the flying ship landed that the listless Xing Yuan regained a bit of her spirit.