Tomb of Asura, level 19, deep within the Hall of the Holy Spirit.
Upon hearing Ye Tianzi’s statent filled with doubt, Ye Hanjun first froze in shock, then his body shuddered wildly as if struck by lightning.
Intense stabbing pain flared in his brain, cascaded down his spine, and eventually spread throughout his body.
"mories are resurfacing?"
Ye Tianzi’s eyes brightened:
"That’s good, saves the trouble of wild guessing."
"Tell , how did Ye Shura trick you in the Ancestral Shrine Hall?"
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Boom!
A small sealed-off region in his mind completely cracked open.
A segnt of buried mories surged forward, and Ye Hanjun collapsed to the ground, the purple Magatama in his pupils rapidly dimming.
With a choking sound, he forcefully returned to his human form, breaking free from the controlled state.
"Ah!!"
Aegifura, falling from mid-air, scread loudly.
Sitting unintentionally on Ye Hanjun’s waist after landing, she wore a face of embarrassnt and endless fury.
Ye Tianzi, as if not noticing, simply waved his blood robe lightly, and Aegifura was imdiately enveloped by a mass of blood, unable to escape despite her screaming and thrashing.
"Shh, don’t disturb him."
"And you few little ones, need to quiet down as well."
The snake head that was about to lunge forward suddenly beca trapped in a net of blood, unable to move in an instant.
The goat head had its throat blocked by a ball of blood as if its sound was forcibly muted, and its bleats ca to an abrupt halt.
The lion head, sharing the sa plight, had its paws bound by blood ropes and its head frad by a wall of blood. It appeared as weak and helpless as a child unable to wield any strength.
The only two spared were GuaGua and Ye Liuying.
At this mont, the frog and the man watched intently as Ye Hanjun sweated profusely, his soul seemingly out of his body, which made them even more nervous and empathetic.
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That was an absolutely dark temple, void of candlelight, devoid of any brightness.
But Ye Hanjun could see clearly, right in the center stood a towering humanoid statue carrying a dark red divine bow, seated astride what seed like a shovel-shaped insect, standing tall with an awe-inspiring presence, as imposing as a dragon dominating the sea, taking one’s breath away.
Thump, the six-year-old Ye Hanjun knelt down, his eyes blanking out before they filled with boundless shock and joy.
"The Ancestor... is it the Ancestor?!"
"Asura King above, descendant of the Ye Clan, Lord Han... pays respects to the Ancestor!"
"Wu——"
Sounds of charging horns and intense battle cries rang in his ears.
It was as if prehistorically ancient creatures were awakening, the temple shook violently, and the god’s statue body lit up bit by bit, eventually gaining faint color.
"Issue my divine edict, descendant of the Ye Clan· Lord Han, robust in fra, full of Divine Soul, and replete in spirit marrow, shall inherit my will, accept my Ancestral Blood, and protect our kin for tens of thousands of years, immortal and unfading."
"I have existed for sixty thousand years; in death, I have been striking and fearless, life utterly cut off, never to return."
"To guard my descendants against disaster, disease, and difficulty, and to continue the prosperity of the Ye Clan, I have left a contingency, to help stir the waves."
"One of them is the Ancestral Blood of Asura, condensed from my flesh, divine essence, and refinent, totaling eight drops."
"Be mindful, those who swallow the Ancestral Blood may enhance their chances of reaching Crown Rank."
"Due to my previous actions, having opened the heavens and earth, traces of the beginning have been left in the Heavenly Dao."
"There has never been soone with the sa Crown Rank and position in this world, even when that person perishes and their Dao vanishes, a one of a kind Crown Rank remains an eternal Law of the Human Race."
"Killing, darkness, bloodshed, death, destruction... my descendants may follow my path, take shade and cool off, but when aiming for Crown Rank, they must forge their own path, otherwise, their journey will end there, with no further ambitions to advance an inch."
The voice from the statue paused briefly and resud, more imposing than before:
"I know not what year it is now, yet I sense that catastrophe is coming."
"Descendant Lord Han, I bequeath to you another treasure, to bolster our clan’s fate."
"This object, secured by at my peak when I ventured through the Gate of Awakening, having survived nine deaths to obtain."
"Since I already possess Crown Rank, my authority reaches the heavens, hence I could no longer probe its mysteries."
"However, this object is no trivial matter, its origins trace back to Ancient tis, even to Nether Ancient tis, relating to one of the oldest secrets, possibly hiding a complete path to godhood from low to high."
"Taking charge of this object, you must undertake its unpredictable fate; it will cause chaos in my bloodline, with fortune and disaster unpredictable."
"My original plan was never to unseal it unless a great disaster was imminent."
"However, the catastrophe will eventually co; I wish for the Ye Clan to live long and remain undefeated, but without soone of Crown Rank to defend us, the Heavenly Dao will grow weary, the myriad races will covet our place, ready to strike, to devour my essence, my remaining will, to extinguish my Dao lineage."
"This object must be used, descendant Lord Han, are you willing to take on my wild ambition, to uphold my lofty will, to support our clan, and achieve glorious deeds, continuing the brilliance of the Ye Clan?"
"As it’s the Ancestor’s command, your unworthy descendant will abide!"
The young Ye Hanjun perford the ritual of three prostrations and nine bows ticulously.
"Good, right or wrong, success or failure, let’s see in the days to co."
The statue trembled with a humming vibration, and a blurry orb of light flew out, landing firmly on the forehead of Ye Hanjun.
"The legacy linked to this item, compared to my blood, is not a bit inferior."
"However, one with Dual Authority is too mighty, and the Heavenly Dao has always disliked it."
"I will cast a spell, grind down your bloodline, weaken your foundation, and strip you of your original Asura’s Blood."
"If it is painful, endure it."
"If in the future you face objections, suffer the backbiting of clan mbers, you must also bear it, and prove yourself with the ultimate outco."
"Yes!" Ye Hanjun nodded firmly, his face resolute.
The next second, heart-wrenching, bone-piercing pain drilled into his soul, thousands of blades shredded his flesh, and the blood that flowed out covered the ground in an instant.
Ye Hanjun fell unconscious ti and again, each ti he woke up, he had to grit his teeth and forcefully endure the pain.
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