Chapter 038 Mysterious Blood Shadow

In the desolate mountain range, sparsely populated, encountering a huge stone hall here seemed somewhat eerie.

What Yang Tian felt from this stone hall was boundless majesty, as if the slightest hint of a bad thought would get him killed on the spot.

Yang Tian followed Xiao Bai toward the statue, his gaze constantly sweeping around the stone hall. Who would have thought there would be a stone hall here?

At the end of the stone hall, Yang Tian stared at the stone statue in shock. The oppressive aura that made his heart tremble emanated from the statue. The statue was towering, tens of thousands of feet high, and bore a striking resemblance to Xiao Bai, but with two wings added to its back.

"This statue must have been forged by great divine power. Just this pressure alone makes one lose all will to resist," Yang Tian clicked his tongue and praised inwardly.

"Xiao Bai, is this statue your ancestor?" After observing for a while, Yang Tian noticed that Xiao Bai, usually lively and bouncing, had fallen silent, and he quickly asked.

"Ao wu." Hearing this, Xiao Bai suddenly let out a mournful howl, rubbing its snow-white belly against the statue, shaking its head and nodding alternately, its eyes flickering with endless longing.

"Even if not, the relationship must be extraordinary," Yang Tian scratched his head, feeling that Xiao Bai's origins were becoming more mysterious.

"Wu wu." Xiao Bai suddenly jumped onto Yang Tian's shoulder and growled softly at his finger.

"Draw blood?" Seeing Xiao Bai's anxious look, Yang Tian hesitated for a moment, then bit his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the statue.

"Chi chi." As soon as the blood drop landed on the statue, it was eerily absorbed. In an instant, a strange red glow radiated from the statue, distorting even the space around it.

"What's happening?" Yang Tian was dumbfounded. The pressure kept mounting, squeezing his flesh until it ached.

"Ao wu." Staring intently at the statue, Xiao Bai suddenly let out a long howl, its big eyes sparkling with excitement, its fur rubbing incessantly against Yang Tian.

Suddenly, a blood-colored shadow appeared, like a shroud, instantly whisking Yang Tian away.

This was a sea of blood. Every drop of blood possessed infinite power. The blood sea was endless, as if suspended in the sky.

In this space, there was a "battle" intent that made heaven and earth tremble. Above the boundless blood sea stood a figure entirely wrapped in blood light, its aura countless times stronger than the stone statue.

"Where is this place?" Yang Tian's pupils suddenly contracted. His astonished gaze swept across the blood sea, and a hint of dread quietly crept into his heart.

"The battle intent here is almost the same as the one suppressed by the Ancestral Dragon Ring." Yang Tian's eyes widened. The Ancestral Dragon Ring had always been his secret, and he wanted to unravel it, but he never expected to find battle intent similar to that suppressed by the ring here.

"Could he be Xiao Bai's ancestor?" Yang Tian's gaze roamed this mysterious space. When he saw the blood shadow standing in the void, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Preserving one's soul after death—only peerless experts could achieve this. But the power of the soul does not last forever; as the soul's original energy is consumed, it completely dissipates into the world.

"Who are you?" Suddenly, an immensely ancient voice slowly sounded, causing the blood sea below to buzz. From the voice, it was a woman.

"Junior Yang Tian pays respects to the senior." Gazing at the blood shadow, Yang Tian quickly cupped his hands and said respectfully, not daring to harbor any stray thoughts.

Hearing this, the blood shadow was silent for a few breaths, then a blood-colored light flashed over Yang Tian's body and vanished.

"So strong!" Yang Tian's heart tightened. That blood shadow had instantly grasped his life and death, and he felt that all the secrets within his body were exposed. Just as Yang Tian was most tense, the blood shadow's voice sounded again.

"Go, take good care of my child, and fulfill your mission." Another flash of blood light, and Yang Tian's figure disappeared from the blood sea.

"Alas, Lord of War..." The blood shadow murmured softly, a mix of sorrow, longing, nostalgia... all kinds of emotions arising.

In the stone hall, when Yang Tian's figure reappeared, Xiao Bai jumped onto his shoulder affectionately, rubbing its furry skin against him.

"What exactly is this place?" Stroking Xiao Bai's fur, Yang Tian stared at the stone statue, a look of shock on his face. He could vaguely sense that the statue's owner knew about Yang Tian's family.

"My mission? What mission could I have? I'm just an ordinary person, only wanting to save my parents and protect them." Yang Tian was puzzled. The obsession in his heart was not yet fulfilled, so how could he talk about completing a mission?

"She is Xiao Bai's mother. What kind of beast is Xiao Bai, to have such a powerful ancestor?" Yang Tian murmured, his doubts growing.

"I'll think about it later. Let's go, Xiao Bai. From now on, you'll roam the continent with me, drink wine, and eat meat." Hugging Xiao Bai in his arms, Yang Tian laughed heartily, then dashed swiftly outside.

"Ao wu ao wu." Watching the mountains recede until the last trace disappeared, Xiao Bai suddenly let out a few low whines, burying endless longing deep in its heart.

Yang Tian hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped, his gaze focusing ahead, faintly sensing several ripples of energy.

"How could there be people here?" Frowning slightly, in over a month, aside from countless beasts, this was the first time he had seen a living person. Of course, Yang Tian had chosen the longest route.

Yang Tian paused for a moment. Driven by curiosity, he dashed toward the source of the energy fluctuations. After a few breaths, he hid his body behind an ancient tree, restrained his aura, and looked toward the two people ahead.

"This is... a second-rank, third-tier beast, the Demon Wolf!" Yang Tian's eyes widened slightly, and he exclaimed inwardly. A second-rank beast could rival a martial artist; if he encountered one, he would only have to flee.

Ahead was a pitch-black beast covered in black bone spikes, standing three zhang tall, with four hooked fangs in its mouth emitting a chilling gleam. It was currently battling a black-clad youth.

"If this person isn't from a major clan, how astonishing must his talent be?" Yang Tian gasped. The youth fighting the Demon Wolf was about his age, with a broad face, bulging muscles, and tiger-like eyes fixed on the wolf, a piercing cold gleam in his pupils.

This youth's cultivation had reached half-step martial artist, but his vitality was extremely strong, even making Yang Tian feel inferior. However, the Demon Wolf seemed to fear the gleaming longsword in his hand; many of its bone spikes had been severed by the sword, and its body was covered in blood.

But the youth's condition was not good either. His forehead was covered in sweat, his clothes were tattered, his internal energy was extremely weak, and his arms were bleeding profusely, with several wounds even reaching the bone.

After observing the youth for a while, Yang Tian's gaze shifted to a girl lying nearby. She wore a green dress, her face was like jade, with bright eyes and white teeth, and her delicate features were flawless.

She seemed about fourteen or fifteen, but her small face was pale, with a few traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her lively eyes held a few tears, making her look pitiful, like a sorrowful green lotus.

"Impressive. Two half-step martial artists dare to challenge a second-rank, third-tier beast." Yang Tian couldn't help but click his tongue. Although the two wore protective garments, the fact that they had reduced the Demon Wolf to such a state showed that their strength surpassed Yang Tian's.

A second-rank beast was equivalent to a martial artist. Two half-step martial artists managing to inflict such damage on this Demon Wolf was enough to surpass their peers.

"Little sister, go quickly! Leave this to me, get out of here!" Another wound appeared on the black-clad youth's palm. He quickly stepped back and shouted at the girl, his face full of anxiety.

The girl blinked her big eyes, shook her head, and said tearfully, "Second brother, Yun'er cannot leave."

After speaking, she tried to get up, but her staggering body stumbled and fell to the ground after a few steps. She gritted her silver teeth stubbornly, refusing to make a sound.