"What? You think we wouldn’t know about the world outside the Mystic Realm when you outsiders come here every ten years?" The old man said.
And he continued, "You know, the people of this world— the natives... Our ancestors also used to live in the outside world, but they decided to live in this world instead, isolated from the outside world."
"Huh? But how’s that possible? I thought we only have a month inside the Mystic Realm before we must leave?" Yuan spoke in a dazed voice.
"Hahaha... Sure, that’s how the Mystic Realm works nowadays. However, that wasn’t the case during the ancient times when people could enter the Mystic Realm at will and without any restrictions." The old man said.
And he continued, "The Mystic Realm changed when it got an owner— who turned this place into a massive trial of sorts, implementing the rules that you’re experiencing now."
"Wow... I had no idea the Mystic Realm would have such a deep history. What about the people of this world? Can you guys leave the Mystic Realm?" Yuan asked after his initial awe.
The old lady shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, we’re stuck in this world."
"Before the owner created the rules for this world, he’d asked everybody in this world if they wanted to leave or stay in this world, and at that time, our ancestors, with full knowledge that they won’t be able to leave this place ever again, decided to stay in here."
"There is no way out of this world— only a way inside, not including the time limit of 1 month." The old man continued.
"Don’t you want to go outside?" Yuan suddenly asked.
"Not really. According to our ancestors, the spiritual energy in this world is much better than the spiritual energy outside. Although it’s much smaller in this world, we’ll get to live longer since we have a higher cultivation base, and there are not as many worldly conflicts here." The old lady explained.
"I guess the spiritual energy in this place is much more abundant than outside overall..." Yuan couldn’t deny this since he’d experienced it for himself firsthand.
"To tell you the truth, not everyone in this world is like us, as most of the natives aren’t very fond of outsiders, since many of them are jealous of your ability to leave this place. Therefore, it’s best to keep your identity as an outsider hidden." The old man revealed to him, taking him by surprise.
"I see... Thank you for the heads up." Yuan nodded.
"Anyways, returning to the topic at hand... We believe you’re a descendant from our Lord’s bloodline in the outside world, and we would like to check your blood if you don’t mind." The old lady said.
"I highly doubt it... But what if... What if I turn out to be a descendant?" Yuan asked, his interest piqued.
"Then we will serve you for the rest of our lives— at least until you have to leave the Mystic Realm." Lan Yingying said to him with a serious look on her face.
"Uhhh..." Yuan looked at them with a perplexed expression. They’re going to serve him? That didn’t feel right to him for some reason.
"How will you test my blood?" He still asked them a moment later.
"Oh, that’s simple. You simply have to mix some of your blood with our blood to see if there’s any reaction. If there’s even the slightest reaction, it’ll mean that you’re the Lord’s descendant." The old man explained.
"Are you willing?"
Yuan nodded.
Seeing his approval, the old man turned to look at Lan Yingying and said, "Go ahead. Drop some of your blood into this bottle."
"Yes, grandfather."
Lan Yingying retrieved a small knife from her spatial ring before cutting a decently large hole in her finger, startling Yuan with the amount of blood she squeezed into the bottle.
"Don’t worry, we only need a drop of your blood." The old man laughed after seeing his nervous expression.
After Lan Yingying stopped pouring her blood into the bottle, she licked the wound on her finger, and Yuan watched as the cut on her finger instantly healed.
"Go ahead, young man." The old man handed the bottle to Yuan afterward.
Yuan nodded and retrieved his Starry Abyss before cutting a small wound on his thumb.
’A Soul Weapon?’
The old couple was shocked when they realized the treasure in Yuan’s grasp, but they didn’t say anything.
A few seconds later, Yuan dripped a large drop of his blood inside the blood, and everybody there watched for any reaction in anticipation.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
Half a minute passed without any reaction, and the old man placed the bottle down and sighed.
"Unfortunately, you’re not the Lord’s descendant." The old man said in a sighing voice.
"I see..." Yuan nodded, feeling relieved for some reason.
"Well, even if you aren’t the Lord’s descendant, you’re still a very talented young lad, learning Sword Aura as a Spirit Warrior. You definitely qualify to sow your seed inside our granddaughter." The old lady said with a grin on her face.
"Sow my seed in her? What?" Yuan was completely puzzled by their words.
"Don’t mind them, Yuan. They’ve been like this ever since my parents died, and they’re worried that our family’s long legacy will end with me." Lan Yingying explained to him.
"Anyways, do you have any questions for them?" Lan Yingying then asked him.
Yuan nodded and said, "Do you know anything about the voice that beckoned me to the temple? And what about that faceless person I saw?"
"..."
However, the old couple didn’t respond to him, and on their face was a gawking expression, their eyes filled with shock.
"What’s the matter?" Yuan asked them.
"A-Are you sure about that? A faceless person?!" The old man asked him in a trembling voice.
Yuan nodded, "Yes. I’m sure. Do you know who that is?"
The old man swallowed nervously before speaking, "That... That is most likely the Lord!"
"Huh?" Yuan’s eyes widened with surprise after learning this new information.