Chapter 1711 – Ancient Path Reversal
The fifth drop, six drops …… until the ninth drop of blood, into a zigzag type connected to a string of rapid from the depths of the vortex appeared, toward Wang Lin eyebrow whistling.
Wang Lin’s eyes revealed a bright light, staring at the rapidly approaching blood, did not dodge, let the five drops of blood in a flash on the brow, seemingly penetrating into its body.
At the moment the fifth drop of blood fused, Wang Lin’s entire body immediately had a roar reverberate, a powerful force erupted from within that blood, causing Wang Lin’s body to take several steps back, his eyes glowing brightly, and that powerful feeling caused him to clench his fists.
At this moment, the sixth drop of blood followed, once again surging into Wang Lin’s brow, the roar reverberated, all the blood in Wang Lin’s body seemed to be boiling, crazily absorbing the power of the bloodline within this drop of blood, and under constant fusion, as it flowed, it pervaded Wang Lin’s entire body, especially when it surged into his heart, it was causing Wang Lin’s heartbeat to thump, thump, thump tremendously, as if it were a thunderclap.
His body retreated once again, Wang Lin let out a roar to the sky, his whole body was in severe pain at the moment, this pain was countless times more intense than the previous fusion of the four drops of blood, as if his body was going to be torn apart, and he was growing new flesh and blood!
Immediately after, the seventh drop of blood came whistling, in the moment of fusion with Wang Lin’s brow, Wang Lin’s complexion twisted, his entire body’s veins bulged, the speed of the blood’s flow within his body reached its limit, and under the rapid flow, Wang Lin’s body squirmed strangely, and his bones were even more in the flow of this blood, which gradually exuded the same reddish aura.
The power of the Ancient Ancestor’s bloodline within his body was even more suddenly skyrocketed, and this bloodline, from being thin at the beginning, was rapidly transitioning towards richness.
The people of the Ancient Kingdom, just like the Immortals, the thicker the bloodline power was, the more noble the identity was, and the more powerful the power that could be utilized was.
The fusion of seven drops of blood had already made Wang Lin’s bloodline in the Dao Ancient Clan, second only to the existence of the Emperor Zun, knowing that the Emperor Zun was due to the fact that he himself was a direct descendant of the Ancient Ancestor, and naturally contained the Ancient Ancestor’s bloodline in his body, and after fusing the six drops of blood, he had become the Emperor Zun of the Dao Ancient Clan!
But Wang Lin is himself does not have any Ancient Ancestor bloodline, and even before this has not been recognized, at this moment seven drops of Ancient Ancestor blood, the bloodline condensed in its body, naturally, is not as good as that get heaven and earth creation in one of the Emperor.
Between the two, just like the emperor and the people, there is this essential difference. But this difference is not unchangeable, the eighth drop of blood flew out, in the moment it touched Wang Lin’s brow and fused with his body, the concentration of the bloodline in Wang Lin’s body increased, the roaring sound in his body became more and more intense, and gusts of pain were transmitted from the bone marrow in his body, causing Wang Lin’s body to tremble continuously as he retreated.
The Ancient Ancestor bloodline, like the Immortal bloodline, changed the bone marrow! Once the bone marrow changed, the blood created would naturally change as well, and in this way, it would naturally possess the power of the bloodline!
But to change the bone marrow, it is difficult to start directly from the inside, the need for external force extrusion, a little bit of slow change, this external force, is Wang Lin’s body at the moment flowing blood, this blood contains the breath of the Ancient Ancestor, in the continuous flow into Wang Lin’s whole body bones, inward infiltration, and gradually surged into the bone marrow, is the rapid change of at the same time, but also in the blood line of Wang Lin, from the ordinary to reach the noble, from the barge to reach the authentic! !
The fusion of the eight drops of blood still didn’t make Wang Lin’s bloodline rich to the extent of that Emperor Dignity, but it was infinitely close to it, even just a hair’s breadth away! This slight difference was surpassed with a bang with the fusion of the ninth drop of blood!
The nine drops of blood merged into the bones in Wang Lin’s body, completely changing his bone marrow, possessing a bloodline concentration that surpassed that Emperor Zun’s, making Wang Lin, so to speak, become the first person in the Dao Ancient lineage in terms of bloodline!
But all of this, it’s not over yet, that drop of soul blood appeared, making the starry sky around the moment was reflected into purple, this purple color is full of a strange power, in the moment it appeared, it attracted all of Wang Lin’s eyes.
He looked at the purple blood, a longing from the bloodline, in such a flash filled its entire body, the purple blood flash, purple awns heaving between the heavens, he was printed in the center of Wang Lin’s eyebrows!
Not with its blood or bloodline fusion, this drop of blood, is integrated into the soul of Wang Lin!
The richness of the bloodline can make Wang Lin’s Dao Ancient Force explode with strength, but it won’t change his soul, in the end, he is just a Dao Ancient Clan member, but this soul blood can change Wang Lin’s soul, make his soul, become a Dao Ancient Soul, and let his soul override all the clansmen of the Dao Ancient Lineage!
Let him, truly become an even more noble existence than that Emperor! Or rather, equivalent to, the fourth son of the Ancient Ancestor!
At the moment that this soul blood merged in, Wang Lin’s entire body froze there, his eyes scattered confusion, and his body was as if it wasn’t his own as he slowly floated backward, eventually landing in that altar, leaning against Ye Maximo’s arm and lying there.
The vortex of the starry sky, at this moment, slowly dissipate, not long, there is no trace, making this starry sky back to its original state, no difference with the usual, if you really say that there is a difference, is the quiet here, the quiet is terrifying, there is not the slightest sound and sound reverberation.
All the beasts in this place, also are hidden body, trembling dare not issue any sound, slowly, in this strange silence, seems to have pressure diffusion.
Wang Lin is unconscious, he does not wake up, then this place a quiet ten thousand years, he does not wake up, then this place will never exist half a bit of sound, this pressure, is scattered from his body, shrouded in all directions.
Wang Lin’s main body is sleeping, the split body also floats in the starry sky outside the altar, knees and eyes closed, motionless.
In this slumber of consciousness, Wang Lin had a dream, this dream, unlike the dream path, he did not have clarity, but rather it was blurry, in that dream, Wang Lin saw a person.
It was an ordinary looking man, his body was extremely large, he stood there as if the sky and the earth were under his feet, his gaze looked down at the earth and showed contempt.
“If I let this sky collapse, then the sky will collapse, if I let this earth shatter, then the earth must shatter! If I let this beings perish, then no one will dare not to perish, if I let this firmament be devoid of Immortals, who will dare to survive!
I am ancient, born before the emergence of the heavens and earth, survived before the beginning of the universe, but before me, there are still immortals appeared, immortal desire to slave me, then this immortal, by me to destroy!
If I fail, then my descendants will be the enemy of Xian for generations to come, and will vow to make the world free of Xian for generations to come!
But, will I lose? I will never!
Nine drops of soul blood, send my three sons, you and others lead my ancient people, in the day of the three phases of the Nine Curves, waiting for my reincarnation, waiting for my successor to appear ……
Shun for mortal, against the immortal, against the sky to become immortal, against the immortal, into the ancient!”
This dream slowly ended in the ordinary man’s words that shook Wang Lin’s heart until Wang Lin opened his eyes on that altar, and his ears still echoed those words.
Wang Lin’s brow, eight ancient god star points, translucent purple, slowly rotating, similarly, within his eyes, the demon star magic star at the same time flickering, vaguely scattered purple.
This purple color came from that soul blood, from Wang Lin’s Dao Ancient Soul at this moment!
He slowly sat up and looked at the starry sky in front of him, and after a long period of silence, an air of disdain for the world erupted from his body, an air of disrespect for the sky, disrespect for the earth, the heavens and the earth are rotten but I am not, the firmament is collapsing but I am not collapsing, the hegemony of the sky is the only thing that belongs to the ancient world!
This hegemony is what belongs to the Ancient Clan’s rebellion!
Wang Lin at this moment was very different from the person he was before!
He sat on that altar, his eyes swept across the starry sky, dispersed from his body, and finally landed on that Ye Xie’s huge arm beside him, and his eyes suddenly flashed, bursting with light.
Within this arm, it contained a strong force that seemed to be able to tear apart the heavens, and it was the strongest force belonging to the right hand of the Dao Ancient Ye Xie!
Staring at this arm, Wang Lin’s right hand slowly lifted up and pressed on this arm, in the moment he pressed down, Wang Lin’s brow, the twenty-four star points of his eyes rotated rapidly, gusts of purple filled his entire body, and followed his right hand to directly integrate into that Ye Maximus’ arm.
In an instant, that huge arm suddenly shook, vaguely seems to have resistance and struggle exists, even if Wang Lin obtained the inheritance of Dao Ancient Ye Meng, but this inheritance is not perfect after all, want to integrate this arm, there is still difficulty.
It was just that this difficulty was for Wang Lin when he hadn’t crossed the Ancient Vein Vault Blood, but now, in front of Wang Lin who possessed the soul blood as well as the pure bloodline that had been condensed by the nine drops of Ancient Ancestor’s blood, it was really insignificant!
“Ye Meng, take this arm and give it to me.”
Wang Lin slowly opened his mouth, seeming to speak to himself and to the dead Ye Maximus in the underworld, his voice calm and without any half fluctuations. In the moment that these words came out, his twenty-four eyebrows became more and more dense with purple intent, and even more so, within Wang Lin’s soul, a breath was dispersed that even if Ye Xie Shan didn’t die, he had to be shocked.
This breath into the right hand of Wang Lin, slightly raised again pressed on that arm in the moment, only to hear the roar back, on the arm of the struggle suppression, slowly, that arm shrinks, and finally in a piece of ghostly light flashes, completely integrated into Wang Lin’s right hand, so that his right hand, in just a short period of time, changed into a very different!
Wang Lin’s right hand, compared to his left hand, extremely rough, but also the existence of countless complex runes, there is also a hidden color of iron blue diffusion, so that a person will have a kind of mind-blowing intention when they look at it.
Raise his right hand, put it in front of his body, Wang Lin’s expression is calm, his eyes look away, after a long time he withdraws his gaze, his right hand toward the starry sky fiercely a buckle!
“Tear the sky!”
A word exported, the starry sky boomed, but saw Wang Lin’s right hand tear down, the sky and earth collapsed, behind him even a huge arm shadow appeared, followed by tearing, under the boom, a huge crack appeared directly in front of Wang Lin, this crack disintegrated layer by layer and was torn apart by him alive.
This power of tearing the sky, even if it was an early stage Empty Xuan cultivator, it was enough for him to tear his heart and soul apart and die! Even if a mid-stage Empyrean practitioner encountered it, he would have to avoid retreating in horror!
Under this tearing, the altar where Wang Lin was located buzzed and trembled, and a layer of ripples echoed on it, as if it was resisting the aftermath of this tearing of the sky.
In between the ripples, Wang Lin lowered his head and carefully looked at the altar, his eyes revealing a strange aura.
“This altar, there’s something odd!”