Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

Yun Mengyao's mind clone trembled slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time. She looked at Bai Yun tenderly, her eyes full of love and worry.

"Child," she said in a low and weak voice, "This mental clone of mine is about to dissipate. Do you have anything else to ask?"

Bai Yun was silent for a moment and shook his head slowly. He understood that his mother's time was running out and every word she said was precious, so he shouldn't waste any more time.

"You already know the truth and you know your responsibilities,"

Yun Mengyao's voice was full of power, as if to infuse Bai Yun with courage, "Next, I will also give you the skills and magic that your father left for you."

Bai Yun raised his head suddenly, with a hint of surprise and expectation in his eyes. He knew that his father was a powerful man with great strength, and his skills must be extraordinary.

"Before in the God Realm, in order to avoid being hunted down by the law enforcers of the Temple, I didn't dare to let you practice your father's skills."

Yun Mengyao explained, "But now that you are no longer in the God Realm, it's time to pass these skills on to you."

After that, Yun Mengyao gently raised her right hand, and a dazzling golden light shot out from her fingertips, instantly sinking into Bai Yun's brow. Bai Yun only felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if being pierced by countless needles. Then, a huge stream of information poured into his mind, as if to burst his consciousness.

Bai Yun endured the severe pain and tried hard to digest the information in his mind. He saw various mysterious skills and secret techniques, each of which was profound and contained infinite power.

"One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones", "Taiqing Immortal Art", "Shangqing Immortal Art", "Thirty-six Transformations of the Celestial Gang", "Seventy-two Transformations of the Earthly Evils", "Eight-nine Mysterious Art", "Punish the Immortal Formation", "Ten Absolute Formations", "Ten Thousand Monster Formation", "The Supreme Alchemy Art", "The Universe in the Sleeve", "Great Celestial Immortal Art", "Riding the Clouds and Mists", "Record of Ten Thousand Monsters"..."

Bai Yun silently recited the names of these techniques in his heart, and his heart was filled with shock and surprise. He knew that these techniques were the top inheritances of the prehistoric world, and each one was enough to allow him to run rampant on the Douluo Continent.

"My child, this is all I can do to help you," Yun Mengyao's voice became weaker and weaker. "Remember, unless it's a life-or-death situation, never reveal your identity, and don't trust anyone easily, including your friends on Douluo Continent."

Bai Yun nodded seriously and kept his mother's words firmly in his heart.

"Don't even bother to revive Nasus and your Lina openly, and don't risk going to the Undead Plane to find me."

Yun Mengyao's voice was filled with worry. "Practice well in Douluo Continent and work hard to improve your strength. When you can break through the plane barriers and reach the level of your father, you will naturally know what to do."

"These techniques are the highest techniques in the prehistoric world. After Hongjun's death, the Master Tongtian completely let go of all his sectarian prejudices and passed these supreme techniques to the creatures in the prehistoric world without reservation. This is your last trump card. Don't reveal it to anyone. Remember, remember..."

Yun Mengyao's mental clone became fainter and fainter, and finally turned into starlight and dissipated into the air.

Bai Yun knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the place where Yun Mengyao disappeared. "Mother, don't worry, I will work hard to cultivate and go to the dead plane to bring you back in the future."

Bai Yun looked at the vast sea of ​​prehistoric top-level skills in his mind, and his heart was filled with turmoil. Each of these skills contained the power to destroy the world, and any one of them could cause a bloody storm on the Douluo Continent.

"Master Tongtian, is it really true that you passed on these supreme skills to all living beings in the prehistoric world just because you let go of your sectarian prejudices?" Bai Yun felt a little doubtful.

He felt that things might not be that simple. As a saint from the ancient times, Master Tongtian was in charge of the way of killing. How could his character be so firm? How could he change so easily?

"No, there must be something else going on!" Bai Yun suddenly had an idea, as if he had grasped something key. "These skills are more like... inheritance! Yes, it is inheritance!"

Master Tongtian imparted all his life's learning to all the creatures in the prehistoric world without reservation, as if to continue the fire of prehistoric civilization!

"Hongjun is dead, the world is shattered, and the fire is passed down..." Bai Yun's heart suddenly shook, and a terrible thought came to his mind.

"It seems that the ancient times are in the past. Master Tongtian has seen a glimpse of the future, which is the abyss of despair..." Bai Yun clenched his fists, feeling grief-stricken.

"He placed his hope of rebuilding the prehistoric world on all the prehistoric creatures!" Bai Yun looked up at the sky and said firmly, "Today I have accepted this cause and effect. One day, if I have the ability, I will do my best to help you rebuild the prehistoric world!"