Chapter 1667: Ancient Mystery, Ancient Dao Reverse

The fifth, sixth… up to the ninth drop of fresh blood, forming a straight line and appearing rapidly from the depths of the Vortex, whistling towards Wang Lin's glabella.

Wang Lin's eyes shone brightly as he stared at the rapidly approaching fresh blood. He did not dodge, allowing the five drops of fresh blood to instantly touch his glabella, seeming to penetrate and merge into his body.

The moment the fifth drop of fresh blood achieved Fusion, a roar immediately echoed throughout Wang Lin’s body. Powerful forces erupted from the blood, causing Wang Lin to involuntarily retreat several steps. His eyes shone with immense light, and the feeling of overwhelming power made him clench his fists.

At this moment, the sixth drop of fresh blood followed closely, surging into Wang Lin's glabella once more. A roar reverberated, and all the fresh blood within Wang Lin's body seemed to boil, frantically absorbing the Bloodline Power contained within this drop. Through continuous Fusion, it flowed and permeated Wang Lin's entire body. Especially when it surged into his heart, it caused Wang Lin's heartbeat to pound like thunder.

Retreating again, Wang Lin let out a roar towards the sky. Intense pain spread throughout his body, countless times stronger than the pain from the previous four drops of blood. It felt as if his body was being ripped apart, growing new flesh and blood!

Immediately after, the seventh drop of fresh blood whistled in. The moment it merged with Wang Lin's glabella, Wang Lin's expression twisted, and veins bulged all over his body. The circulation speed of the blood within him reached its limit, causing Wang Lin's body to strangely writhe. His bones, too, gradually emitted the same red glow as the blood flowed through them.

The Bloodline Power of the Ancient Ancestor within his body suddenly surged. This Bloodline rapidly transitioned from being weak to dense.

The people of the Ancient Country, just like Immortals, possess higher status the denser their Bloodline Power is, and the greater the strength they can unleash.

The Fusion of seven drops of fresh blood had already made Wang Lin's Bloodline second only to the Imperial Venerate among the Dao Ancient Lineage. It must be known that the Imperial Venerate was originally a direct descendant of the Ancient Ancestor, naturally containing the Ancient Ancestor's Bloodline, and became the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate after fusing with six drops of fresh blood!

However, Wang Lin himself possessed no Ancient Ancestor Bloodline and had not even gained recognition before this. The Bloodline condensed by the seven drops of Ancient Ancestor Blood within his body naturally still could not compare to the Imperial Venerate, who was blessed by the creation of heaven and earth.

The difference between the two was fundamental, like that between an Emperor and a commoner. However, this difference was not irreversible. When the eighth drop of fresh blood flew out, touched Wang Lin's glabella, and instantly merged with his body, the concentration of Bloodline within Wang Lin immediately increased. The roaring sound inside his body grew stronger, and waves of pain emanated from his bone marrow, causing Wang Lin's retreating body to tremble continuously.

The Ancient Ancestor Bloodline, like the Immortal Bloodline, changes the bone marrow! Once the bone marrow changes, the blood produced naturally changes as well, thus gaining Bloodline Power!

However, changing the bone marrow is difficult to start directly from the inside; external force is needed to slowly change it bit by bit. This external force is the fresh blood currently flowing within Wang Lin. This blood contains the Ancient Ancestor's Qi. As it continuously flows, it integrates into all of Wang Lin's bones, penetrating inward and gradually surging into his bone marrow. While rapidly changing it, it is also elevating Wang Lin's Bloodline from ordinary to noble, and from mixed to orthodox!!

The Fusion of eight drops of fresh blood still did not bring Wang Lin's Bloodline density to the level of the Imperial Venerate, but it was infinitely close—only a sliver away! This sliver of difference was instantly surpassed with the Fusion of the ninth drop of fresh blood!

The nine drops of fresh blood merged into the bones within Wang Lin's body, completely changing his bone marrow. He now possessed a Bloodline density that surpassed the Imperial Venerate, making Wang Lin arguably the foremost person of the Dao Ancient Lineage in terms of Bloodline!

But all of this was not yet over. The appearance of that drop of Soul Blood instantly dyed the surrounding Starry Sky purple. This purple color was filled with a strange power, immediately capturing Wang Lin's full attention the moment it appeared.

He looked at the purple fresh blood, and a craving originating from the Bloodline instantly spread throughout his body. The purple blood flashed, and amidst the overwhelming purple light, it imprinted itself upon Wang Lin's glabella!

It did not merge with his fresh blood or Bloodline; this drop of fresh blood integrated into Wang Lin's Soul!

The density of the Bloodline could allow Wang Lin's dao ancient Power to erupt with formidable strength, but it would not change his Soul. Ultimately, he would still just be a member of the dao ancient tribe. However, this Soul Blood could change Wang Lin's Soul, making his Soul the dao ancient Soul, allowing his Soul to transcend all members of the Dao Ancient Lineage!

Making him truly an existence more noble than the Imperial Venerate! Or rather, equivalent to the Ancient Ancestor's Fourth Son!!

The moment this Soul Blood finished integrating, Wang Lin froze where he stood. His eyes showed confusion, and his body floated slowly backward as if it didn't belong to him. He finally landed in the Altar, lying there, leaning against Ye Mo's arm.

The Vortex in the Starry Sky slowly dissipated at this moment. Before long, it vanished without a trace, restoring the Starry Sky to its original state, indistinguishable from the past. If there was any difference, it was the silence here—a terrifying silence, with not a single sound echoing.

All the Vicious Beasts in this area also hid themselves, trembling and daring not to make a sound. Slowly, a sense of pressure seemed to permeate this strange silence.

Wang Lin had fallen unconscious. If he did not wake, this place would remain silent for ten thousand years. If he did not wake, this place would eternally lack even a whisper of sound. This pressure emanated from his body, enveloping all directions.

Wang Lin's True Body was asleep, and his Clone also floated in the Starry Sky outside the Altar, sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, utterly motionless.

In this sleep of consciousness, Wang Lin had a dream. This dream was unlike the Dream Dao; it was not clear, but very vague. In the dream, Wang Lin saw a person.

This was an ordinary-looking man whose body was extremely massive. Standing there, the heavens and earth seemed beneath his feet. His gaze looked down upon the land, revealing contempt.

"If I command the sky to collapse, the sky will collapse. If I command the great earth to shatter, the great earth must shatter! If I command all living beings to perish, no one dares to live. If I command the firmament to be without Immortals, who still dares to exist!

I am Gu. I was born before the appearance of heaven and earth, surviving before the Universe first opened. Yet, before me, Immortals still appeared. If Immortals seek to enslave me, then these Immortals shall be destroyed by me!

If I fail, then my descendants, generation after generation, shall be enemies with Immortals. Generation after generation, we swear to ensure there are no Immortals under heaven!

But, will I fail? I never will!!

"Nine drops of Soul Blood, sent to my three sons. You shall lead the myriad people of my Ancient Tribe. On the day the Nine Bends and Three Phases emerge together, await my Reincarnation, await the appearance of my Legacy successor… Follow the flow and be mortal; reverse the flow and be Immortal. Defy Heaven for Immortal Ascension; defy Immortals, and become Gu!"

This dream slowly ended amidst the words of the ordinary man that shook Wang Lin's heart. Even after Wang Lin opened his eyes on the Altar, those voices still echoed in his ears.

On Wang Lin's glabella, eight Ancient God Star Points emitted purple light and rotated slowly. Similarly, within his eyes, the Demon Star and Devil Star flickered simultaneously, subtly radiating purple light.

This purple color came from the Soul Blood, and from Wang Lin's current dao ancient Soul!

He slowly sat up, gazing forward into the Starry Sky. After a long silence, an aura of looking down upon the world erupted from him. This aura was one of dominance: disrespecting the heavens, bowing to no earth, remaining indestructible even if heaven and earth decay, and remaining whole even if the firmament shatters!

This dominance is the Reverse belonging to the Gu Tribe!

At this moment, Wang Lin was profoundly different from his former self!

He sat on the Altar, his gaze sweeping across the Starry Sky, passing over his Clone, and finally resting on Ye Mo's massive arm beside him. His eyes flashed abruptly, bursting with light.

This arm contained a formidable power, a power that seemed capable of tearing open the Firmament. This was the strongest power belonging to the right hand of dao ancient Ye Mo!

Staring at the arm, Wang Lin slowly raised his right hand and pressed it onto the arm. The moment he pressed down, the twenty-four star points on Wang Lin's glabella and in his eyes rapidly spun, and waves of purple light permeated his entire body, flowing directly through his right hand into Ye Mo's arm.

In an instant, the massive arm suddenly trembled, subtly showing signs of resistance and struggle. Although Wang Lin had obtained the Legacy of dao ancient Ye Mo, the Legacy was incomplete, making the Fusion of this arm difficult.

However, this difficulty was only relevant to Wang Lin before he had passed the Ancient Vein Firmament Blood trial. Now, in front of Wang Lin, who possessed the Soul Blood and whose pure Bloodline was condensed by nine drops of Ancient Ancestor fresh blood, it was truly insignificant!

"Ye Mo, give me this arm."

Wang Lin spoke slowly, seemingly talking to himself, yet also speaking to the deceased Ye Mo in the netherworld. His voice was calm, without the slightest fluctuation. The moment these words left his mouth, the purple intensity of his twenty-four star points grew stronger. Furthermore, an aura emanated from Wang Lin's Soul that would have shocked Ye Mo even if he were still alive.

This aura integrated into Wang Lin's right hand. As he lifted it slightly and pressed it onto the arm once more, a roar echoed, suppressing the arm's struggle. Slowly, the arm shrank, and finally, amidst a flash of faint light, it completely merged into Wang Lin's right hand, making his right hand drastically different in a short time!

Compared to his left hand, Wang Lin's right hand was extremely rough, covered in countless complex Runes, and faintly permeated by a bruised color, making anyone who looked at it feel startled.

He raised his right hand and placed it in front of him. Wang Lin's expression was calm as he looked at it. After a long while, he retracted his gaze and fiercely clawed at the Starry Sky with his right hand!

"Tear the Heavens!"

As the words left his mouth, the Starry Sky roared. Wang Lin's right hand tore downwards, and the heavens and earth collapsed. A massive illusory arm appeared behind him and tore along with his hand. Amidst the roar, a huge Rift appeared directly in front of Wang Lin. This Rift disintegrated layer by layer, having been violently ripped open by him.

This power of Tear the Heavens was enough to tear apart the mind and spirit of even an empty profound Early Stage Cultivator, leading to death! Even an empty profound Middle Stage Cultivator would be terrified and retreat upon encountering it!

Under this tearing force, the Altar where Wang Lin was located hummed and trembled. A layer of ripples echoed on its surface, seemingly resisting the aftershocks of the Tear the Heavens technique.

Amidst the ripples, Wang Lin lowered his head and carefully examined the Altar, a strange light appearing in his eyes.

"This Altar is strange!"

My condition isn't good today. I must have heatstroke again. I feel dizzy and keep sweating profusely. Damn summer, damn sun. I like winter.