Chapter 1664: Ancient Mystery, The First Person!

The man in the imperial robe’s eyes flashed with brilliance as he stared intently at the statue’s glabella. A hint of surprise appeared on his face. Four drops of fresh blood were not enough to shake him; after all, even Ye Mo had only obtained three drops back then.

Although most citizens of the Ancient Kingdom who passed the First Tribulation of the Three Damages only received one drop, there were still some who obtained more than two. Besides Ye Mo, all members of the Dao Ancient Lineage Imperial Clan could obtain two drops of Ancient Pulse Firmament Blood.

Furthermore, the man in the imperial robe himself had obtained six drops of Ancient Ancestor fresh blood back then. He was hailed as the strongest person in the Dao Ancient Lineage besides Xuan Luo!

Because of this, he became the Imperial Venerate of the Dao Ancient Lineage, a position so high that countless people revered him. Yet, even so, he was never accepted as a Disciple by Xuan Luo. This matter always bothered the man in the imperial robe, but he dared not speak of it.

Hearing now that Great Heavenly Venerate Xuan Luo intended to accept Ye Mo’s Legacy successor as a Disciple, his heart grew heavy and gloomy, but his expression revealed nothing.

"Four drops of fresh blood. Something like this hasn't happened in a long time."

"But four drops of fresh blood should be the limit. Look, the light from the Ancient Ancestor statue has dimmed slightly."

"Thirteen days for four drops. That's really not much."

The sounds of discussion buzzed all around. The eyes of the Dao Ancient Lineage citizens here were all fixed on the Ancient Ancestor statue's glabella. Watching the red glow on the Ancient Ancestor statue's glabella gradually dissipate, the overwhelming redness that had illuminated half the sky finally faded completely, slowly leaving only a small point on the glabella in this world.

By this time, the nearly million Dao Ancient Lineage clansmen around them knew that everything was over.

The man in the imperial robe maintained a calm expression, but a cold sneer formed in his heart.

"With merely four drops of fresh blood, how can he possess the qualification to protect our Dao Ancient Lineage, as Uncle Clan Head says? Today's matter is making a mountain out of a molehill.

Even if Uncle Clan Head wants to accept a Disciple, several people in our Dao Ancient Lineage have obtained four drops of fresh blood. I even obtained six drops back then, yet I didn't catch his eye!

If he still decides to accept this successor of Ye Mo's Legacy, I will be the first to object!"

The man in the imperial robe revealed none of his true thoughts, instead showing a look of regret, shaking his head with a wry smile, and speaking softly to the black-haired youth, Great Heavenly Venerate Xuan Luo, beside him.

"Uncle Clan Head, four drops is already quite a lot. This successor of Ye Mo's Legacy can be considered a Prodigy of our Dao Ancient Lineage."

Great Heavenly Venerate Xuan Luo's expression was calm, as if he hadn't heard the man in the imperial robe's words. He gazed at the glabella of the Ancient Ancestor Heaven-Supporting Statue, watching the red glow there grow weaker until, in the end, almost only a trace remained, seemingly on the verge of complete dissipation.

He also watched the four drops of fresh blood that had condensed earlier, sparkling brightly. With a flash, they shot straight toward the sky, seemingly breaking through the Void and heading to a distant place, disappearing from his sight.

"Wait a little longer." After a long time, the black-haired youth spoke slowly.

The man in the imperial robe nodded in agreement, but his heart was filled with disdain.

"In the Dao Ancient Lineage, besides Uncle Clan Head, no one possesses natural talent like mine. Ye Mo couldn't do it, and his successor certainly can't!"

Time flowed on the Immortal Astral Continent. At this moment, inside the Immortal Cave Realm’s Inner Domain, within the Cloud Sea Rift, in that strange space, and atop the Altar, Wang Lin's Clone sat cross-legged on the edge of the Altar. His eyes shone with a strange light as he watched the drop of fresh blood, which was his True Body, at the center of the Altar.

The fresh blood floated there quietly, motionless. But just then, a whistling sound immediately echoed through this strange space. Layers of ripples appeared out of thin air from the starry sky above, revolving in all directions, as an immensely powerful aura, filled with ancient vicissitudes, faintly drifted over.

This aura far surpassed all living beings in the Immortal Cave Realm. Even the Great Heavenly Venerate seemed incomparable before it. Although this aura was terrifying, it wouldn't attract anyone's attention; only Wang Lin could sense it.

Above the Altar, amidst the reverberating ripples, a massive Vortex slowly appeared. The Vortex spun, emitting a deafening roar. Gradually, a sheet of bloody light spread out from within the Vortex, completely enveloping the Altar. Furthermore, a savage force impacted and pushed Wang Lin's Clone back hundreds of feet, step by step, until he was forced away from the Altar.

The force that pushed back Wang Lin's Clone made his mind tremble. This force surpassed the majesty of heaven and earth, surpassing all pressure Wang Lin had ever witnessed in his life!

Let alone him, even Qicai would be forcibly driven out if he were on this Altar!

In Wang Lin's spiritual perception, he clearly felt that the drop of fresh blood formed by his True Body was currently burning, emitting a sheet of bloody light that seemed to reflect the bloody glow of the Vortex.

As the bloody glow spread out from the Vortex, in an instant, a drop of fresh blood was seen whistling out of the Vortex, heading straight for the blood formed by Wang Lin's True Body. In a flash, the two drops of fresh blood rapidly underwent Fusion, slowly condensing together.

At that instant, Wang Lin's Clone stumbled back and immediately sat down cross-legged. Waves of intense pain surged through his mind. This pain prevented him from fully controlling his Clone, forcing him instead to wholeheartedly perceive the will of his True Body.

The moment he sat cross-legged, a boom sounded in his mind. His consciousness dissipated from the Clone, existing completely within the drop of blood.

Waves of indescribable pain echoed throughout his entire consciousness. He felt the agony of being burned, even though he had no body. The fresh blood that had undergone Fusion seemed to boil, rapidly squirming.

Just then, a second drop of fresh blood flew out from the Vortex and arrived instantly, undergoing Fusion with the blood formed by Wang Lin's True Body. As a result, a roar echoed within Wang Lin's consciousness, and the pain multiplied countless times, yet he could not scream it out; he could only endure!

Before long, a third drop of Ancient Ancestor fresh blood flashed out from the Vortex and underwent Fusion once more. The Fusion of this drop caused the blood formed by Wang Lin's True Body to immediately burst open, spanning a radius of thirty feet. Within this thirty-foot radius, a naked body abruptly condensed into a phantom image!

This body, with its white hair, was none other than Wang Lin!

His whole body was covered in complex rune marks, appearing extremely bizarre. With his eyes tightly closed, painful groans escaped his mouth. His body gradually solidified from its phantom state.

At this moment, the fourth drop of fresh blood flew out last from the Vortex. The appearance of this drop caused bloody light to permeate the surrounding endless starry sky. The heaven-shaking red glow whistled over and landed directly on Wang Lin's glabella.

Upon this touch, Wang Lin's entire body violently trembled. He abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils completely crimson. As his body shook, massive surges of power frantically generated within him, causing his body to emit loud booming sounds.

Furthermore, within his body, after the Fusion of these four drops of Ancient Ancestor fresh blood, a Bloodline was born. This Bloodline was the Ancient Bloodline. The appearance of this Bloodline signified that, from now on, Wang Lin had become a true descendant of the Ancient Ancestor, making him an authentic citizen of the Ancient Kingdom!

Following the flight of the fourth drop of fresh blood, the Vortex above gradually stopped spinning and showed signs of dissipating. Once it dissipated, this session of Ancient Pulse Firmament Blood would completely end. Although Wang Lin had passed, he was destined to only obtain four drops of fresh blood, just one more than Ye Mo!

For him, this was already a great deal. After all, he inherited Ye Mo's Legacy, and four drops now already surpassed Ye Mo's achievement back then. To reach this point was almost Wang Lin's limit!

After all, he was not a Genius, nor was he born on the Immortal Astral Continent. He was merely a weak creature born in the Immortal Cave Realm. He couldn't compare to the man in the imperial robe, who obtained six drops of fresh blood and became the Imperial Clan of the Dao Ancient Lineage. How could Wang Lin compete with such a Prodigy!

Furthermore, he couldn't compare to Great Heavenly Venerate Xuan Luo. He was one of the Nine Suns, one of the nine strongest people on the Immortal Astral Continent, a legendary existence, a powerhouse above ten thousand people. Such a figure obtained eight drops of Ancient Ancestor fresh blood. Wang Lin could not compare.

The only things he could offer were his perseverance and unyielding character, and his life unwilling to be controlled by others. Through countless life-and-death crises and desperate struggles, he walked step by step from a weak Mortal to where he was now. Looking back, the hardships along this road were enough to shock the heart.

While he was repeatedly facing life and death, the man in the imperial robe on the Immortal Astral Continent and the many Cultivators of the Ancient Kingdom were still Cultivating in comfort. Protected by a Great Heavenly Venerate, they rarely encountered life-and-death situations.

While Wang Lin repeatedly risked his life for good fortune, the man in the imperial robe on the Immortal Astral Continent was Cultivating under the protection of countless clansmen. Whatever he desired, the clansmen would immediately deliver it.

When Wang Lin cried out to the heavens while holding Li Muwan's corpse, struggling desperately to revive her, the man in the imperial robe on the Immortal Astral Continent was playing with strange treasures offered by his clansmen, selecting favored women from the many presented to him to become one of his many concubines.

"Are four drops of fresh blood my limit, Wang Lin's limit…" The Bloodline Power within Wang Lin condensed. He looked at the gradually dissipating Vortex above. He was not satisfied!

Although he did not know everything that was happening on the Immortal Astral Continent because of him, his character was simply like this: he was not satisfied. He wanted more fresh blood; he wanted his Bloodline Power to be stronger!

For nothing else, but for the Heaven-Defying intent in his heart that would never yield!!

"Since you recognize my Ancient Clan Bloodline, then giving me only four drops of fresh blood is not enough!!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light. With a leap, his body rushed straight toward the dissipating Vortex above!

Unlike all members of the Dao Ancient Lineage on the Immortal Astral Continent, he lived in the Immortal Cave Realm. In his heart, he had never held respect for the Ancient Ancestor. He did not respect this ethereal existence; he only believed in his own strength!

On this point, even Great Heavenly Venerate Xuan Luo on the Immortal Astral Continent could not compare with him. Great Heavenly Venerate Xuan Luo still greatly respected the ancestors existing in the ethereal realm.

But Wang Lin did not!!

He was the first person in the Dao Ancient Lineage who, after receiving the fresh blood during the Ancient Pulse Firmament Blood Tribulation, was not satisfied and charged toward the Vortex!