From my ancient demon form, I draw forth demon essence, spirit, and divine, to forge a single drop of blood! *Emerge!*” Wang Lin raised his right hand, pointing abruptly at his own body. Beneath this gesture, his entire being trembled violently. His left eye melted, waves of searing pain washing over him, so intense even Wang Lin clenched his teeth against the torment. As his left eye dissolved, a portion of his very self seemed to be extracted, and from within the collapsing orb, a single drop of blood slowly emerged. This crimson bead, no larger than a fingernail, hovered before Wang Lin. Within, a miniature ancient demon, bearing his exact likeness, sat cross-legged, unmoving.

“From my ancient devil form, I draw forth devil essence, spirit, and divine, to forge a single drop of blood! Emerge!” Wang Lin’s voice remained calm, a stark contrast to his current agony.

As the words left his lips, he fiercely pressed his right hand, now forming a mystic seal, against his flesh once more. A series of cracking sounds echoed as his right eye crumbled, dissolving into nothingness. This collapse was not merely destruction, but annihilation. In the briefest instant, Wang Lin’s entire form withered with unnatural speed, becoming little more than a walking skeleton. Accompanying this disintegration, a drop of black blood, carrying the chilling aura of hell, shot forth and settled beside the ancient demon’s blood. Within this ebony droplet, a tiny devil Wang Lin sat cross-legged…

“With… my ancient god form… I transmute all… to condense a single drop of ancient god blood!” Wang Lin’s vision blurred, the world around him fading into obscurity. The pain, though simply described, surpassed the limits of his endurance. Yet he persevered, for he must survive this Ancient Vein Celestial Blood. His body began to liquefy at a visible rate, his legs and arms the first to succumb, followed by his torso. Finally, enveloped in a cloud of blood-red mist emanating from within, his entire being vanished, dissolving entirely into vapor.

The mist writhed, quickly coalescing. After half an incense stick’s worth of time, it solidified into a single drop of ancient god blood!

At this moment, upon the altar, from the perspective of Wang Lin’s avatar, his true form had completely disappeared. Only these three drops of blood remained!

The three droplets hovered, forming a triangular pattern. Within each, a miniature Wang Lin sat cross-legged. In that single instant, all three sets of eyes snapped open. The three drops of blood abruptly rushed towards each other, merging silently and seamlessly into one! This single drop was the totality of ancient god, ancient demon, and ancient devil! It was all of Wang Lin!

Unlike the blood of immortals, which gleamed with golden light, this droplet radiated an obsidian aura. Its flickering light cast the surroundings into a dim, obscure realm.

The instant the three drops merged, an ancient and desolate aura surged forth from the blood. This aura resonated with the weight of ages, and contained the heaven-defying will of the ancient clans. It shot upwards to the nine heavens, spreading across the endless expanse of the starry sky.

This aura would go unnoticed by every cultivator within and outside the realm, for it was the essence of the ancient clans, a force alien to the path of cultivation!

This aura was meant to summon the Ancient Ancestor. As it spread, all those who possessed the blood of the ancient clans felt a jolt deep within their souls. They sensed a power originating from their very bloodline! Within the realm, the Cloud Sea Ancient Demon, who had survived countless battles, stared in stunned silence at the distance. He felt the aura, and with it, an instinct to prostrate himself in worship.

Around the collapsed Eastern Realm of Luo Tian, within the invisible fissures, sat a woman in meditation. This woman, an ancient god herself, abruptly opened her eyes, horror flooding her gaze. She sat motionless for a long while, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Ancient Vein Celestial Blood…” Beyond the realm, within the Primeval Star, in the Ancient Tomb, Tuosen, who had not departed but chosen to pursue inheritance within the great hall, remained seated with eyes closed.

He had received the memories given to him by Wang Lin, and over the years of integration, he might still be Tuosen, or he might have become Tu Si awakened! But now, he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking.

On the Immortal Astral Continent, the eastern and southern regions were occupied by the Immortal Clan, while the west and north were the lands of the Ancient Kingdom. The Immortal Astral Continent was so vast, many cultivators and ancient clan members never left their respective territories in their entire lives.

Here, in the north of the Immortal Astral Continent, a massive city floated in the sky. This city alone was the size of the Realm of the Caves, and its edges were nowhere in sight! Below it stretched an expanse of darkness, eternally untouched by sunlight. This was the Immortal Prison of the Ancient Kingdom! Numerous Immortal bloodline cultivators were imprisoned and suppressed by the ancient city. In the center of the city stood a colossal statue, so large it seemed to support the heavens of the Immortal Astral Continent. Even from afar, one could see the figure supporting the sky! The statue depicted a middle-aged man with a stern face, looking down as if gazing upon the earth, his eyes radiating contempt for all things. In his eyes, the heavens and the earth were meaningless, and immortals were insignificant. His hands were outstretched, as if he controlled the entire Immortal Astral Continent, his massive palms seemingly capable of destroying the continent. On his left hand stood a young man with black hair and a black robe, his hair swaying in the wind. He gazed at the statue before him, his eyes filled with respect.

For several days, a faint light had been flickering on the statue’s brow. The light was red, as if invisible blood was coalescing. This incredible sight had kept the black-robed youth standing there, his eyes never leaving the statue.

Behind him, thousands of figures floated in the sky, followed by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and nearly a million more.

Despite the vast number of people, there was utter silence. All eyes were focused on the black-robed youth and the statue.

“The hour… has arrived?” After a long silence, the black-robed youth muttered to himself.

At that moment, nine giants, each ten thousand zhang tall, appeared in the distance. They strode through the void, their footsteps creating thunderous booms. Behind them, a man in imperial robes, bearing an almost identical resemblance to the statue, walked step by step with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him followed nine more ten-thousand-zhang giants, acting as his escorts, as they drew closer. His appearance caused the million or so ancient kingdom cultivators to bow in unison. “Greetings, Ancient Emperor!!” Only the black-robed youth standing on the statue’s left hand did not participate in the ceremony, but calmly watched the statue.

The robed man was not concerned about the lack of courtesy. Under the worship of a million, he stepped through the void, and with a smile with respect, he saluted the black-robed youth near by. The black-robed youth was Xuan Luo of the Nine Suns, one of the Ancient Kingdom! “The hour is almost here. You are late.” The black-robed youth spoke slowly.

“Please forgive me, Great Heavenly Venerate. The Emperors Ji and Shi are very concerned about what is happening here, and have consulted me through divine sense.” The robed middle-aged man gave a wry smile. The black-robed youth snorted.

“The Three Emperors of Ji Dao Shi, you are from the Ancient Dao lineage, there are some things you don’t need to care about. Today is a major event for our Ancient Dao lineage, so they will naturally pay attention.” “What Clan Uncle said is correct.” The middle-aged man changed his tone. Hearing the other party call him Clan Uncle, the black-robed youth’s expression softened slightly.

“Clan Uncle, this matter is very strange, I wonder how sure you are?” The robed man watched the statue of his ancestor, which looked exactly like him, and asked softly.

“The inheritor of Ye Mo is an accident. I don’t know everything inside. I’m just relying on the bloodline induction. As for whether he can be recognized by the Ancient Ancestor, I’m not sure.” The black-robed youth was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

“He is the inheritor of Ye Mo? This… how is this possible!” The robed man was stunned, knowing that this was the first time he heard about it. “Ye Mo back then…” Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the black-robed youth.

“Seven days ago, the Ancient Ancestor statue of my Ancient Dao lineage emitted a celestial blood light. Although this matter is ordinary, the celestial blood light has condensed for seven days without forming, which is extremely rare! Even I was only a blood light that condensed for nine days back then. I carefully looked for all the people of the Ancient Dao lineage, but found no one who caused the Ancient Ancestor’s celestial blood light, and then I found the source with deduction!

It turned out to be the inheritor of Ye Bin! ”

“If he succeeds, if he can come to the Immortal Astral Continent, then I will consider taking him as my disciple, my only disciple! To be able to go step by step from the Realm of the Caves to this point, and to be able to get out, such a person will definitely be a strong man in my Ancient Dao lineage in the future!

After I am reincarnated, he can come to protect the Ancient Dao lineage! I hope he can succeed!” The black-robed youth looked at the center of the statue that supported the sky, and spoke slowly. Time passed slowly, the eighth day, the ninth day, until the thirteenth day!

The people of the Ancient Dao lineage around them had been silent for several days, looking at the increasingly rich blood light in the center of the statue, and their eyes gradually showed anticipation. On the dusk of this thirteenth day, there was a sudden change!

The blood light in the center of the statue seemed to have reached its limit, reflecting most of today’s sky, and covering everything around it in a bloody color. Then, in everyone’s rapid breathing, a drop of blood slowly condensed from the center of the statue!

For a long time, no second drop appeared! “Only one drop?” A faint hint of contempt appeared in the robed man’s eyes. Not only him, but most of the ancient clan members around him showed disappointment. They had waited for thirteen days, originally thinking they would witness a miracle, but they did not expect that there was only one drop. But at this moment, there were sudden exclamations, but the second drop of blood flew out from the center of the statue! Then, the third drop and the fourth drop of blood flew out with a whistle! “Four drops!!”