Chapter 002: Blood Pool
The last one, Mufeng
A good-for-nothing who only wastes elixirs
As soon as the elder deacon's voice fell, a young girl clad in a white light robe leaped out from the crowd, holding a pristine veil in her hand. Like a fairy, she floated over the heads of the people and descended into the blood-soaked pool.
Although his steps were calm and he had no hope before arriving, deep within, he was filled with a yearning and anticipation for great power, hoping for the emergence of a miracle
In a Daoist temple surrounded by sandalwood, located a billion miles away, a Daoist who has been meditating cross-legged on the ground for a thousand years suddenly changed his expression; in a distant ancient temple that has stood for countless years, the sound of bells and drums suddenly resonated, and a statue of an ancient Buddha, draped in a cassock and seated on a lotus, slowly opened its eyes; at the same time, in the capital of the Tongtian Dynasty, within the imperial palace, the state-protecting jade cauldron symbolizing the power and majesty of the Tongtian Emperor suddenly cracked open with a fissure. "What is happening?" The sound of the bell hanging from the eaves rang out urgently, and the ancient Buddha seated on the lotus slowly opened its eyes; meanwhile, in the capital of the Tongtian Dynasty, within the imperial palace, the state-protecting jade cauldron symbolizing the power and majesty of the Tongtian Emperor suddenly cracked open with a fissure. "What is happening?"
Hurry, report to the Grand Elder, hurry!
The way of heaven is unjust
As they gazed at the enormous phantom of the fire phoenix behind the girl in white, the crowd was profoundly shocked, quickly sparking a sensation
Trash among trash, residue in the rice bucket
The Great Sorcerer Descends, and All Things Pay Homage
Gurgle, gurgle!
Held at her fingertips, Mu Feng felt the blood droplet pulsating incessantly, as if it were a living being, or a creature imbued with spirit
Gurgling
Looking at the dilemma faced by Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng let out a cold laugh. If he had had as many elixirs for cleansing and refining his tendons since childhood, not to mention merely having damaged meridians, even if his meridians were completely severed, he would have long since achieved mastery, far surpassing the average person
Hahaha, a waste is a waste, far inferior to me! Immersing your entire body in water is useless, you should leave as soon as possible!
The way of heaven is unjust, why is that
In Mu Feng's heart, there suddenly arose a hint of understanding regarding the so-called Dao
Sometimes, even the heavens may close their eyes
Go, keep moving forward
Two genius disciples emerged in succession, causing great excitement among the general public, and the elders on the platform were no exception. After exchanging glances, they all smiled and stroked their beards.
Seeing his once beloved grandson so useless, the elder on the stage could no longer sit still, feeling a deep frustration. He stood up and let out a furious roar, resembling a lion ready to devour its prey
Looking at the blood pool where Mu Feng was, Mu Qingyuan laughed heartily, finally finding a sense of balance. After laughing a few times, he suddenly stopped, feeling that something was amiss; surprisingly, there were hardly any people around him echoing his laughter
Scalding and profound, containing boundless power
Next, Mu Lanying
According to different ranks, bloodlines can be categorized into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. Heaven-level bloodlines are already extremely rare, while the legendary Saint-level and Divine-level bloodlines are even more seldom seen. The varying ranks of bloodlines result in different physical attributes, leading to a wide array of suitable cultivation techniques.
Contrary to expectations, the underwater environment was smooth, devoid of any life forms, and even moss was absent. After swimming in a half circle, I began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. Just as I was about to surface, suddenly, a bright light caught my eye, and I inadvertently discovered a particularly intense red glow. Following the red light, I swam over and found a massive underwater altar, upon which rested a glistening droplet of blood.
Young members of the family, one after another, excitedly stepped into the blood pool, awakening the power within their bloodlines. The higher the talent, the shorter the time for the baptism; those whose hands and feet touched the water quickly awakened. Those with slightly lesser talent had to immerse their calves, thighs, or even half of their bodies in the blood pool.
The small blood droplets, bright red, pulsate like a heart, swelling into waves of blood. The altar, ancient and mottled, has existed for an unknown number of years.
Ancient Witch Sect, Blood Refining Great Witch
In this world, there is nothing that is absolutely fair
Under his intense gaze, the anxious Mu Qing had no choice but to brace herself and continue moving forward. Cautiously, she inched ahead, terrified that she would be drowned before her powers awakened, her courage smaller than that of a newborn mouse. Finally, just as the water was about to submerge her chest, her powers awakened, and a radiant light flickered. After a long while, just as the light was about to fade, a faint shadow of a groundhog appeared behind her.
In an instant, people became aware of a daze, collectively shivering as an overwhelming fear arose from the depths of their souls. Within a radius of a thousand miles, the flying birds and roaming beasts almost immediately cowered in terror on the ground, bowing towards the direction of the blood pool
Impressive, a top-tier entity among fire attributes, a heavenly bloodline! Once the power of the bloodline awakens, it won't be long before one can break through the peak of the mortal realm and become a master of the elite realm
The second, Mu Tie
The impoverished Mu Feng understood the importance of responsibility from a young age. Although he rarely spoke of it, he devoted himself to his studies. Yet, like his peers, he harbored aspirations and dreams in his heart, hoping that one day he could become a supreme powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of cultivation. Unfortunately, reality is often cruel; the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Even when the water reached his chest, there was still no sign of reaction.
Next, Mu Qingyuan, Mu Qingyuan
The unusual movement of the blood pool caused everyone in the Mu residence to be filled with fear and unease, creating chaos. In the midst of the panic, no one noticed a seemingly ordinary figure quietly crawling out from a corner of the blood pool and turning to leave.
Which girl does not harbor youthful dreams, and which boy does not aspire to become a hero
In Mu Feng's heart, a startling thought suddenly emerged
All things worship
As time passes, more and more disciples awaken their powers, flocking to the library to seek corresponding cultivation techniques. Unfortunately, although the number of people is considerable, there have been no more outstanding genius disciples like Mu Qingyuanling and Mu Tie. Heavenly-tier bloodlines are rare and cannot be sought after!
A stream of bubbles rose up; after forcibly diving to the bottom of the water, Mufeng endured the stinging pain in his eyes and slowly began to search.
After the elder deacon called out several times, Mu Qingyuan, dressed in splendid attire, gracefully emerged from the crowd
The second to enter the arena was a cold, expressionless young man in black. Without a hint of emotion, he plunged directly into the blood pool like a great roc spreading its wings. His speed was astonishing, yet the moment his feet touched the water's surface, not a single drop was splashed; he seemed to float on the water like a reed. In the next moment, a dark light erupted, revealing a ferocious black dragon behind him. Compared to the first contestant, Mu Qingyuanling, the quality of his bloodline was equally impressive, truly deserving of the title of the chief disciple, once again causing a sensation.
Fire Phoenix
The first, Mu Qingling
Timid as a mouse, it truly corresponds to the attribute!
The third, Mu Qingzhu
All things in heaven and earth instinctively prostrated themselves at this moment, welcoming the arrival of the last great shaman after countless eons
As soon as the bare feet made contact with the pool water, a flash of red light surged from the Yongquan point at the soles, rapidly spreading throughout the limbs and body. Soon, a phantom of a fierce beast emerged behind, resembling a bird yet not quite a bird, its entire body glowing red as if bathed in roaring flames, with faint sounds of a piercing cry echoing.
The lowest rank in the bloodline, the most inferior level! The rank of the groundhog is already low enough, and it is barely able to condense even this!
After a melodious chime, the decennial baptism ceremony officially commenced. The family members had long been eagerly anticipating this exhilarating moment.
Awaken, power within the blood!
Knock knock knock
Mu Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he clenched his fists and continued to move forward
I originally wanted to jump high and stylishly like others, leaping into the blood pool with a single bound. However, my skills were lacking, and I stumbled at the edge of the pool, nearly falling in, which drew a burst of laughter. I was unsure whether it was shame, anger, or nervousness, but I walked in until the water reached my lower abdomen without any reaction. Looking at the unfathomable depths of the pool ahead, my face turned pale in an instant, filled with fear and anxiety. I instinctively hesitated and stopped, which elicited another round of hearty laughter.
The crimson pool water, its composition unknown, seeped into the body with a stinging sensation. The stronger the power and the higher the talent, the more sensitive one became, resulting in a greater repulsion when submerged. Generally, when the water reached the neck, most would hesitate and could not proceed further. Perhaps due to damaged meridians, Mufeng felt little difference; upon reaching the deep water area, he decided to dive down without hesitation, holding his breath as he sank to the bottom.
Yellow Level
The fourth, Mu Qingyun
Upon stepping into the blood pool, Mu Feng began to pray softly, hoping for a miracle to occur
Could it be that this is the source of the Blood Pool's power
Considering the presence of the Elder in charge of passing on teachings sitting nearby, the Elder in charge of affairs smirked slightly, barely managing to suppress a smile, and continued reading. The eager disciples from the family stepped forward one by one. In the blink of an eye, more than half a day had passed.
The water in the pool grew deeper and deeper, slowly submerging his chest, then his neck, until it completely engulfed him. Unfortunately, there was still no movement within him. The severe illness he had shortly after birth had severely damaged his meridians and had long since deprived him of the right to cultivate.
Why don't you give me even a little chance, why
In the remote border town of Jianing, the last great sorcerer of billions of years, the legendary most powerful and terrifying blood alchemist, has been born
After hesitating for a moment, I swallowed it in a fit of impulse. In an instant, my body felt as if it were being roasted on a furnace, growing increasingly hot. At the same time, fragments of unfamiliar memories surfaced in my mind. I saw black-robed figures with the character '巫' inscribed on their foreheads battling against the heavens and the earth, in a grand and tragic scene of destruction. Finally, it focused on a towering ancestral shaman, thousands of feet high. I saw him grasping at the void with his right hand, and countless immortals and ancient Buddhas let out a mournful cry, transforming into a sky full of blood droplets that whistled towards me. I witnessed the black-robed figures with the character '巫' on their foreheads engaged in a fierce struggle against the cosmos, culminating in a magnificent and tragic spectacle of devastation, ultimately centering on the ancestral shaman towering thousands of feet high. I saw him reach into the void with his right hand, and countless immortals and ancient Buddhas screamed in agony, turning into a storm of blood droplets that rushed through the sky.
Watching Mu Feng, who resolutely moves forward step by step without any reaction, some people express disdain, others mock, while many simply shake their heads and sigh. Everyone knows that Mu Feng has been unable to cultivate since childhood, and this baptism is merely a formality for him. What is admirable, however, is his determined expression
The altar was engraved with dense runes, appearing to be a terrifying magical array. However, due to the absence of any spiritual power within him, he was able to pass through unhindered. Soon, he held the blood bead in his hand
Under the gaze of the people, Mufeng stepped out, slowly and steadily entering the blood pool. His movements were unpretentious, unlike those of other tribesmen who sought to be flamboyant, yet his steps were calm and composed, without a trace of panic
Mu Feng felt a stir in his heart and quickly swam over
Before the sunset, it was finally Mu Feng's turn
According to legend, humanity is the essence of all things in heaven and earth, and within each person lies a powerful force, concealed deep within their bloodline, which ordinary individuals cannot awaken. The blood pool, painstakingly constructed by the Mu family through the efforts of countless clan members, is intended to stimulate the physical strength of the clan members, with the hope of awakening the power within their bloodlines
As I followed, more unfamiliar memories surged forth, and a character resembling a dragon and phoenix, the word 'shaman', faintly emerged on my forehead. The pool water violently rippled, raising towering waves, and a sound akin to a baby's cry echoed from the horizon. An ancient, majestic, and tragic aura suddenly descended upon the Mu residence, spreading across a radius of a thousand miles
As they looked at the shadow behind Mu Qingyuan, the crowd erupted into a burst of laughter. There are many people born in the Year of the Rat, but it is indeed rare to find one as lowly and despicable as a groundhog