Chapter 1186: Inheritance

Unlike the others who were merely astonished, Li Qima wore a solemn expression. His hands swiftly formed hand seals as he beckoned toward the giant door. The blood-colored mist that had previously spilled out from within the door immediately rolled toward him in surging waves.

Seeing this, Hu San reacted at once and followed suit, summoning the blood mist as well.

By the time the others realized what was happening, the two had already divided most of the blood mist among themselves. Though unwilling to accept it, they could only sigh in lament, scrambling to absorb the remaining wisps of blood mist while beginning to cultivate on their own.

The moment Hu San absorbed the blood mist into his body, his expression changed drastically. A burst of blood light flared up in his eyes, and his entire soul trembled, as if he were in great pain.

He activated the bloodline power within him with all his might to suppress that force. Only after a long while did he gradually return to normal.

"This power is so chaotic and violent! Brother Han, he..." Hu San's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with shock.

On the other side, Li Qima had absorbed even more blood mist, yet his condition was much better than Hu San's. Still, he was equally shocked, and he also felt that if the power behind the door was all like this, then Han Li's entry into it would likely be a matter of life and death.

Meanwhile, inside the bronze giant door, Han Li's figure drifted unsteadily, swaying back and forth in the void with the gusts of blood-colored wind.

He barely managed to stabilize himself, composed his mind, and then swept his gaze around, only to see a vast, boundless blood-colored void, while an extremely dense, bloody scent assailed his nostrils.

Above his head hung a colossal blood-colored sun, emitting rays of blood light that shone in all directions.

Beneath him in the void, there were enormous blood-colored whirlpools, like storm clouds scattered everywhere, interwoven with each other, emanating chaotic and violent forces.

Han Li hovered in the void, feeling this power, and vaguely sensed a hint of familiarity.

Previously, in the Jilin Sky Realm, when his bloodline had become abnormal, the conflicts among his bloodlines were just like the power in this space—chaotic, disordered, violent, and ferocious.

Han Li speculated that it was probably for this reason that his personal microcosm had formed an indescribable connection with the void inside the Primordial Sacred Hall, allowing him to enter through the giant door.

After pondering for a moment, Han Li set aside this thought, focused his eyes, and sat down cross-legged.

His hands formed hand seals, and both the Twelve Heavenly Transformations and the Heavenly Devil Suppression Art began to operate simultaneously. Blood light and black light flared up intensely around him.

Behind him, strange lights flickered, and the twelve true spirit projections appeared one by one in a circular formation, lifelike and revolving unsteadily.

As his body underwent changes, the void also began to transform. The blood-colored whirlpools below spun faster instantly, and streams of blood mist shot out from them, spiraling toward him and directly surging into the circle formed by the twelve true spirit projections.

The twelve true spirit projections on the circle seemed to come alive, each moving with bared fangs and claws, opening their mouths to devour the incoming blood mist.

"Ha..."

Han Li then felt a burning sensation on his back, as if magma had been poured into his body. The blood in his veins instantly boiled, and he couldn't help but let out a loud shout.

Immediately after, he felt an extremely powerful bloodline force intrude into his body.

Next, excruciating pain, like flesh being gouged and bones being eroded, began to spread throughout his body. The mysterious apertures that had shown no movement before were instantly filled and occupied by this power, showing signs of loosening.

Han Li's eyes were bloodshot, but his face was pale. Cold sweat on his forehead and blood at the corners of his eyes flowed down simultaneously. He gritted his teeth so hard that they creaked, but only one thought occupied his mind:

"Hold on... I must hold on!"

...

At the same time, inside the first bronze giant door, strange phenomena were also occurring.

Although Liu Le'er and the others had entered through the same door, each seemed to be in a different space, each in their own void, invisible to one another.

At this moment, Liu Le'er was alone on a huge circular altar, surrounded by nine towering pillars engraved with dense talisman marks, flickering with intense blood light.

A colossal snow-white fox hovered high in the air, its nine long tails spread out and wrapped around the nine pillars. Streams of radiance flowed down from its body along the pillars and converged onto the altar floor.

At the center of the altar, a six-tailed white fox, several times smaller, lay prostrate on the ground, pierced through by several blood-colored chains, unable to move. Though gritting its teeth, it still held its head high, staring fixedly at the nine-tailed giant fox above.

The streams of radiance on the altar flowed continuously into its body along the blood-colored chains.

The six-tailed white fox was naturally Liu Le'er, while the nine-tailed giant fox was merely a manifestation of the True Spirit King's bloodline power.

It had no consciousness; its narrow eyes only flickered with golden light, and on its forehead stood a vertical lotus gold pattern, also gleaming brightly. Yet as Liu Le'er looked at it, she felt a strange bloodline connection between them, making the physical pain she endured less unbearable.

As this power continuously poured in, Liu Le'er's aura began to rise gradually. Beside her six tails, a patch of light enveloped the area, and a seventh tail phantom, condensed from blood light, emerged.

...

In another space within the door, there was no altar, but a huge mountain suspended in the void.

That mountain was entirely blood-red, carved with a giant ape statue, with bristling hair, arms like pillars, and bulging chest muscles—it was unmistakably the Mountain Ape.

Beneath the mountain, a white ape that had manifested its true form was carrying this towering peak on its shoulders and back, trudging forward step by step.

Its shoulders were already bloody and mangled, and its ten fingers were embedded into the blood-red mountain. It seemed to have grown together with the mountain, forced to move forward under its weight.

The white ape was naturally Yuan Shanbai, and the bloodline power he was to inherit lay within this blood mountain. What he had to do, just like their clan name "Mountain Moving Ape," was to carry the mountain and walk without stopping.

When the time came that this blood mountain completely merged with him, he would have truly inherited the bloodline of the Mountain Ape.

For the Primordial Wilderness, for his clan, he had to persevere no matter what.

...

In another ink-colored space, there was neither altar nor blood mountain, only a winding stream flowing gently.

By the stream, a middle-aged man in an ink-colored robe and a young child in white clothes sat side by side, both barefoot, soaking their feet in the water, wearing expressions of complete contentment.

The middle-aged man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face worthy of the words 'elegant and spirited.' On his forehead stood a vertical golden pattern, looking like an extra vertical eye, which not only seemed natural but added more charm to his appearance.

The young child beside the man had rosy lips, white teeth, and eyes as black as ink. Though his features had not yet fully matured and still held some childishness, he bore a resemblance to the man. When he reached the age of twenty, he would surely be a handsome youth.

"The name 'Xiao Bai' is not bad either..." the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Father, what is my real name?" the young child looked at the man beside him and asked.

"Your surname naturally follows mine, Mo. As for your given name... I didn't have time to give you one." The middle-aged man's face showed much apology.

"Oh..." the young child said, somewhat disappointed.

The middle-aged man was naturally Mo Yan Pixiu, Mo Yu, and the young child was Xiao Bai, who had taken human form.

"Back when I roamed the Immortal Realm, I disregarded the difference between humans and demons, concealed my identity, and fell in love with your mother. We eventually married, and then you were born. But shortly after you were born, we were hunted by the Heavenly Court. To allow me to bring you safely back to the Primordial Wilderness, your mother voluntarily led the Heavenly Court's Dao Ancestors away and never returned." Mo Yu sighed and said slowly.

"Mother was killed by the Heavenly Court for my sake?" Xiao Bai's heart filled with anger upon hearing this, and he asked.

"Not only your mother. When I fled with you to a border between the Primordial Wilderness and the Northern Cold Immortal Domain, your Uncle Yuan Gang came to our aid from thousands of miles away. The two of us fought fiercely against three Dao Ancestors of the Heavenly Court and were not at a disadvantage. Unfortunately, later Gu Huojin intervened, and we could not withstand him." Mo Yu said slowly, his tone more regretful than resentful.

"How despicable! He must have struck when you were severely weakened after the battle with those three." Xiao Bai said indignantly.

"That man's strength is unfathomable. Even if he hadn't taken advantage of our weakness, we might not have been his match. Xiao Bai, you must promise me that you will never seek revenge against him in the future." Mo Yu's expression turned serious as he earnestly admonished.

"Father, what happened afterward?" Xiao Bai was unwilling to listen, but seeing his father's worried look, he could only nod and change the subject.

"That battle was earth-shattering... Of the three Heavenly Court Dao Ancestors, one died and one was wounded, forcing Gu Huojin to intervene personally. Later, your Uncle Yuan Gang and I died in battle one after another. I used the last of my strength to seal most of my bloodline power within your body. To prevent discovery, I sealed your bloodline and memories completely, even freezing you." Mo Yu said with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

"No wonder it took me so long to take human form..." Xiao Bai said helplessly.

"Your father had no choice... But now, seeing you again with this remnant soul, you are still as I remember you, which is not bad." Mo Yu raised his hand and stroked Xiao Bai's head, smiling.

In the past, Gold童 also liked to stroke Xiao Bai's head like this, and he always felt awkward and would tilt his head to avoid it. But now, being gently stroked by his father, Xiao Bai felt very comfortable and at ease.

"Why did the Heavenly Court pursue us?" Xiao Bai raised his neck and asked.

"This is related to our innate divine ability. When our true spirit's Mo Eye opens, we can follow the ethereal heavenly fate and see some future life trajectories of a person at a certain time. In other words, through our innate ability, we can predict some future changes." Mo Yu said slowly.