The Blue Blood True Scripture floated in mid-air, emitting a radiant glow, its pages constantly turning.
Above, the soul of the Blue Blood Ancestor grew more solid and powerful.
Yet, strangely, it did not manifest as a human form but as an indescribable and terrifying shape.
The screams from the surroundings gradually subsided. Except for the dozen or so most powerful beings still struggling, the rest had either exploded into bloody mist or had their flesh and blood sucked dry, leaving only piles of shattered bones.
Greed indeed led to no good end. Many died with faces full of regret, hating themselves for not heeding Ji Mo's advice to stay at the cave entrance and mine.
The Blue Blood Ancestor revealed a ferocious expression. To ensure the continuation of his race, he had willingly fallen into darkness, becoming a minion of the shadows.
As a result, his soul and body became tainted and mutated, his temperament grew increasingly bloody and brutal, and he committed many inhuman acts.
His descendants, instead of trying to save him, viewed him as a monstrous demon. Forgetting his great deeds, they eventually raised their swords against him.
A civil war erupted within the Blue Blood clan. The Blue Blood people paid an immense price to defeat their ancestor, but they could not kill him completely.
Thus, they separated the Blue Blood Ancestor's bones from his primordial spirit, sealed the bones in a specially made blue jade coffin, and trapped his primordial spirit within the Blue Blood True Scripture, intending to use this sacred text of the Blue Blood tribe to completely obliterate his soul.
However, the Blue Blood Ancestor, having fallen into darkness, had been granted a peculiar power of immortality and indestructibility. He stubbornly survived, enduring until the present.
No one could have imagined that the Blue Blood people had all but vanished from the world, while their ancestor was still alive.
"The Blue Blood Ancestor, having endured for countless ages, can one truly achieve longevity and an indestructible soul simply by falling into darkness?"
Someone's eyes showed longing, their face filled with fanaticism.
Why else cultivate if not for eternal life? If there were a shortcut, who would bother with such arduous practice?
"Ancestor, I am willing to lead the entire race to surrender to you. From now on, you are my progenitor. I will serve you like an ox or a horse, at your beck and call."
This person showed no backbone, choosing to surrender directly and even using their own kin as bargaining chips.
Clearly, this individual was coveting immortality and wished to follow the Blue Blood Ancestor's path.
"We are also willing to submit..."
Mian Abe and Saigao, not wanting to be drained and die here, decided to follow suit and surrender.
However, before they could finish their words, they were interrupted by a piercing scream.
That person was grabbed by the Blue Blood Ancestor and torn in half alive.
"Darkness gathers strength, only through fall can one be free! I do not need sycophants; you mere ants are only fit to be food."
The Blue Blood Ancestor opened his maw wide and devoured the corpse in his hands completely.
He did not want subordinates, nor did he need them, unless they were beneficial to him.
At this moment, he began to understand the thoughts of that supreme being who resided high above the nine heavens, looking down upon all beings in the myriad worlds, treating all life as mere leeks to be harvested at will.
Perhaps in the eyes of such a being, everything was but dust, save for himself.
If he fancied something, he would take it as a minion, bestow upon it a wisp of immortal substance, and have it harvest life for him across the world.
In that being's eyes, he himself was likely merely a plaything in an experiment.
For the Blue Blood Ancestor knew that the wisp of immortal substance he had received was problematic, causing ill fortune and mutation.
That being had malicious intentions and hidden agendas.
"Is becoming a dog of darkness freedom? Pathetic, laughable."
A cold voice rang out.
Ji Mo gazed at the Blue Blood Ancestor with utter disdain.
As the saying goes, life is precious, love is even more so, but for freedom, both can be cast aside!
A person who fell into darkness out of fear of death actually shouted about freedom; it was absurd.
"The strong prey on the weak; survival of the fittest is the eternal truth of nature."
The Blue Blood Ancestor glared at Ji Mo, somewhat angered and ashamed. "Nothing in this world is more important than living. Death is like a lamp extinguished; once dead, there is nothing left."
Ji Mo said, "Some people die, yet they still live, while some people live, yet they are already dead, like you. Death is not frightening; being forgotten is the most terrifying thing. Millions of years from now, some will still be remembered, while you, your descendants will likely not even mention you."
The Blue Blood Ancestor's face contorted with rage, and he roared to the heavens, "As long as I am immortal, why should I need others to remember me? Kid, you are dead today. I wonder if anyone will remember you. As for me, I will occupy your body and live forever."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Blue Blood Ancestor attacked.
He intended to erase Ji Mo's soul and seize his body.
Hundreds of black threads shot out, sweeping towards Ji Mo. Their tips gleamed with dark light, containing a terrifying power capable of obliterating the primordial spirit.
As long as any one of these black threads struck, one would likely have their soul scattered instantly.
"Be careful! Dodge quickly!"
Bai Jingjing shouted anxiously, wanting to go to his rescue.
But at this moment, she was like a bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to save herself, and could only watch this scene unfold.
The black threads were as fast as lightning, arriving in an instant.
In a flash, they struck Ji Mo.
"Hmph, I thought you had some skills. I didn't expect you wouldn't even have the chance to resist. How disappointing."
The Blue Blood Ancestor showed disappointment, feeling his judgment was flawed. This kid was too weak, not the heaven-defying talent he had imagined.
On the field, Mian Abe, Saigao, Bai Jingjing, and the Golden Lion were still struggling, while this kid couldn't even withstand a single move from him. He was too pathetic.
However, the next second, his expression changed drastically.
Something was wrong. Although they had struck, they hadn't penetrated the opponent's body.
"How is this possible? How can your body be so hard?"
The Blue Blood Ancestor was stunned.
He was confident that he could easily pierce even the most top-tier immortal beasts, yet now he couldn't move Ji Mo in the slightest.
Is it a Sacred Body or a Divine Body?
*Bang!*
The hundreds of black threads suddenly shattered, turning into ashes.
The Blue Blood Ancestor trembled, feeling that a portion of his body's immortal power had inexplicably disappeared.
"This guy is problematic!"
The Blue Blood Ancestor's face immediately turned extremely solemn.
He had been careless. This fellow was truly hiding his strength. He actually had a way to absorb immortal power. What was his origin?
"You dare to poke me? You're dead."
Ji Hanhan decided it was time to act.
The Heavenly Demon mark on his body was burning; it had already set its sights on the immortal energy within the Blue Blood Ancestor's body.
"Your physical body is indeed very strong, far exceeding my expectations. I am very satisfied with this body; I shall accept it."
The Blue Blood Ancestor believed Ji Mo had a weakness: his physical body was strong, so his primordial spirit must be relatively weak, presenting an opening.
Therefore, as long as he could find a way to destroy his soul.
*Buzz...*
The Blue Blood Treasure Codex flipped rapidly, emitting a brilliant light. Under the Blue Blood Ancestor's control, it quickly descended upon Ji Mo's head.
Runes danced, and immense spiritual power cascaded down, like an ocean crashing against Ji Mo's consciousness.
Ji Mo's body trembled. He saw a flash before his eyes and witnessed beautiful scenes that had long been hidden in his mind.