Chapter 225: Devouring the Chaos Light

As the chaos light curtain approached, Yang Tian's hairs stood on end. The chaos lightning tribulation was too terrifying, far beyond what he could withstand; it could extinguish the vitality within him.

"Try using the bloodline within you." Just then, a moving voice slowly sounded in Yang Tian's ear.

"Yuanxia..." Yang Tian turned his head, his gaze darting around. He held a favorable impression of this proud woman, especially since she had just helped him so much.

After scanning for a while, Yang Tian sighed. His mind sank into his bloodline, and his eyes widened slightly. Compared to his original bloodline, this purple bloodline had now grown to the size of a thumb.

"It seems that when I was reborn just now, the bloodline also strengthened." Clenching his fist, Yang Tian murmured inwardly, a hint of joy surging in his heart.

Overbearing, world-dominating, noble—this aura rose from Yang Tian's body. He stood like a god-king, overlooking all living beings, terrifyingly powerful.

Those around were stunned. The bloodline within Yang Tian was too terrifying; it belonged to a figure of immense terror in ancient times.

"Such a strong bloodline!" Seeing this, Yang Ba clicked his tongue. His own bloodline had only awakened a sliver, far from the richness of Yang Tian's.

"Chirp chirp..." In the distant void, when Yang Tian's bloodline manifested, the bloodline within Yuanxia resonated, conveying a sense of affinity.

Seeing this, Yuanxia's expression slowly froze. A trace of shock appeared on her exquisite face. She knew her bloodline was connected to Yang Tian's in some way, but she hadn't expected Yang Tian's bloodline to be so powerful.

"How is this possible...?" Doubt filled Yuanxia's eyes. She speculated about Yang Tian's origin. In the Tianyang Continent, few bloodlines could rival that of her clan!

A thumb-sized purple dragon swam out of his body, and the atmosphere of this realm completely solidified. The purple dragon stood tall and proud, exuding an aura that dominated heaven and earth, as if it would suppress the entire world.

"Roar...!" The moment the purple dragon broke out of his body, the entire Demon Fall Land trembled. Wailing sounds, filled with boundless fear, suddenly exploded.

Three peak celestial artifacts manifested, trembling with an inexplicable excitement. A wisp of consciousness lingered in the void, seeming to resonate with the little purple dragon!

The three celestial artifacts seemed to have gained intelligence, manifesting in the void, and at this moment, they were so docile.

"What's happening?" Yang Tian showed a look of astonishment. He sensed that the anomaly in the Demon Fall Land was caused by his bloodline. Could his ancestor have been so formidable that even a mere wisp of bloodline made the Demon Fall Land tremble?

"How is this possible? Such a powerful bloodline, actually making the demonic creatures fear." Outside, the middle-aged man's eyes shot out golden lightning, finding it unbelievable.

"This bloodline really resembles Yang Tian's?" Shan Qu scratched his head, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. He had witnessed Yang Tian's bloodline before, and it was terrifying.

But the current bloodline seemed somewhat stronger...

The Demon Fall Land erupted with howls, drawing the attention of many. Some powerful experts tried to break in but ultimately gave up, fearing they might fall inside.

"Has he succeeded in the tribulation?" Meng Meng Yunxi gazed into the distance. Her jade hand clenched slightly, and sensing that the darkness in the void had not dissipated, a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.

The Demon Fall Land calmed down, sparking much discussion, but no one dared to enter. This place was too eerie; even imperial realm experts dared not venture in rashly.

Inside the palace, the little purple dragon stood tall and majestic. Its gaze fell on the chaotic light, and a hint of human-like sneer appeared in its eyes.

"Roar..." The little purple dragon roared, its voice distant, vast, and shaking the clouds. It opened its mouth and spat out a stream of purple qi, descending upon the chaos light curtain.

Under the horrified gazes of those around, the chaos light curtain shrank. From its original size of several dozen zhang, it condensed into a sphere. But it didn't stop; from the layers of surrounding void, chaotic light drifted toward the sphere.

"That's the chaotic light that was scattered earlier! Now it's being gathered. What is Yang Tian's bloodline trying to do?"

Yang Ba's eyes showed a trace of surprise. The bloodline had gained intelligence and was actually gathering the surrounding chaotic light—a truly astonishing sight.

The fluctuations emitted by the gray-black sphere grew increasingly terrifying, extremely fearsome. After about ten breaths, the size of the chaotic mass didn't change, but the aura it contained surged dozens of times.

Then, under countless horrified gazes, the gray-black sphere was brought before the little purple dragon's eyes. Next, the little purple dragon did something that left everyone dumbfounded: it directly guided the purple sphere into Yang Tian's body.

Many jaws nearly dropped. In Yang Tian's sea of qi, the gray-black sphere descended directly onto the river of blood essence.

"What..." Yang Tian's eyes widened, staring incredulously at the sphere above the river of blood essence. Soon, that look faded, replaced by confusion.

Just as Yang Tian was puzzled, the little purple dragon vanished beside the river of blood essence and sank into Yang Tian's bloodline.

"This..." Scratching his head, Yang Tian was utterly bewildered. Just as he was wondering, his river of blood essence suddenly shook.

"What's happening?" Yang Tian was startled. His gaze instantly focused on the river of blood essence. Strands of chaotic light cascaded down, scattering within his sea of qi.

Just as Yang Tian was stunned, he felt an unbearable itch all over his body, as if his flesh were being burned away.

"The heavenly tribulation has dissipated." Outside, many breathed a sigh of relief, their faces full of joy.

"Brother Yang succeeded." Yun'er raised her little fist, joy surging on her face. Her jade-like cheeks bloomed like a divine lotus.

"Xiao Tian..." Seeing Yang Tian sitting cross-legged on the ground, his expression somewhat off, Yang Ba's heart filled with a bad premonition, and he cried out in alarm.

As Yang Ba's voice fell, many sensed something was wrong. They detected that Yang Tian's body was undergoing some change, as if hiding something terrifying.

Just as these people grew tense, Yang Tian actually burst into flames. His face instantly twisted, and chaotic light spewed from his mouth and nose. He let out beast-like roars, enduring immense pain.

Blood dripped from every pore on Yang Tian's body. Fierce flames blazed, and the blood on his body instantly solidified. All around was a patch of red, a horrifying sight.

"Xiao Tian!" Yang Ba was greatly alarmed and cried out directly. Given Yang Tian's resilience, to let out such roars meant he was enduring tremendous pain.

"Brother Yang." Yun'er's face, which had just bloomed with joy, instantly froze, replaced by panic. Her body trembled slightly.

"Chaos light! He ingested chaos light!" In the distant void, Yuanxia bit her red lip, unsure what Yang Tian was doing, but she vaguely sensed it was his ancestor's doing.

"What exactly happened in ancient times? Why did the ancestral will descend? Could it be that the ancient powerhouses did not die?" Yuanxia pondered, her face full of worry.

"Roar..." Yang Tian growled. His skin and flesh were nearly melting, his bones shattering into pieces. The chaotic light shook within his body, trying to annihilate his form.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yang Tian took out the life spring water. Crystal-clear droplets, pure and flawless, he swallowed them directly.

Inside Yang Tian's body, a torrent surged instantly. That single drop of life spring water stirred up monstrous waves, like crashing waves against the shore. His blood essence surged, bathing in the spring of life.

Life energy soared into the sky, and even the void manifested anomalies. A blood-colored true dragon swam about. The wounds on Yang Tian's body healed instantly—an astonishingly rapid speed, utterly shocking.

"What is that?" A few people fainted from the shock. Such exuberant vital essence was beyond words. Yang Tian was like a true dragon, revived.