Rowan was terrified and furious.
When he was suppressed by a blood aura that he had never felt before, he thought that his suspicions had finally been answered. Just as he was fantasizing about how Xie Tian would torture and kill him …
A finger with a drop of essence blood on its tip pierced into his chest and sent the drop of essence blood into his heart.
He was Rakshasa.
What was Rakshasa's heart?
Not only was it the source of power, but it was also the root of life.
That one finger almost made him kneel down, if he could kneel.
But before he could kneel, the blood calamity of his ancestors that he had imagined for tens of thousands of years fell.
For a moment, he thought that this was a normal reaction of his survival instinct in the face of the great fear of death.
This reaction seemed to be saying that as long as he broke through to become an ancestor, he would have a chance to escape death.
But in the next moment, when he felt all the Rakshasa blood in his body boil because of the drop of blood that invaded his heart, he understood everything.
The calamity was not drawn by his survival instinct, but by this drop of blood.
The moment he understood, he instinctively felt a kind of anger that he was being completely controlled by someone else.
Even his own cultivation was controlled by someone else, if this was not complete control, then what was?
Moreover, the reason why he did not seek to break through to become an ancestor for tens of thousands of years, was so that he could go further in the future.
Compared to human practitioners, Rakshasa was more restricted by talent, which was the level of blood!
So if he wanted to become a stronger ancestor, or even have the hope of coveting a higher level, he had to be fully prepared.
And now, the Lord standing in front of him, directly used a drop of blood to make his preparation of tens of thousands of years, or even longer, go up in smoke!
Just like that, he casually became an ancestor!
And to him, the word "casually" was the biggest punishment that the other party had imposed on him, nothing else!
So after understanding, the anger in his heart was unprecedentedly strong!
But just as he was about to go crazy from this anger …
He saw the faces of his six ancestors filled with fear and shock.
These six ancestors, at this moment, were not doing anything else, they were all frantically retreating, as if they were hiding from something.
Their faces had also turned as pale as a sheet of paper.
Were they frightened by the Lord's vicious punishment?
Haha …
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have …
Luo Wen, who was sneering with hatred in his heart, suddenly stopped.
Because his gaze had once again unwillingly landed on Xie Tian.
Xie Tian was leading the impure bastard Rakshasa towards the distance.
Looking at his back, he was desolate, lonely, and aloof. Yet, he was calm and indifferent, like an ordinary person that anyone could get close to …
But that was not the point.
Perhaps because he had done the same thing twice before, after he sneered at the back of the figure, his eyes subconsciously looked at the two bows.
The bow was gone.
But there were two real butterflies dancing amidst the exaggerated cries of the little mongrel Rakshasa.
The bow came to life.
"Finally, is it enough …"
Subconsciously sighing with emotion, he paid attention to the Wind of the Dancing Butterfly again.
He still remembered that this butterfly wind was able to make the ancestor retreat when he didn't resist it …
But at this moment, the ancestor's violent retreat was clearly not caused by Die Feng, because the direction was different.
Then what was the thing that was being destroyed by the Die Feng?
Subconsciously thinking, Luo Wen's gaze suddenly fell on the six ancestors who were retreating.
"Yes, yes …"
Unable to see it, he slowly raised his head in unfathomable fear, and saw his own Blood Tribulation, as well as …
Above the Blood Tribulation, there was a long river of blood that seemed to traverse the thirty-six blood worlds.
Then, he was stunned.
At this moment, he only knew that his Blood Tribulation was no longer a casual one, but he didn't know how terrifying it was.
It seemed that this level of terror was not something that could be described by the six ancestors retreating in shock …
Because, that long river of blood.
The long river of blood.
It stretched across the heavens.
But it also flowed within the body of every Rakshasa.
It flowed with the Rakshasa inheritance that they were qualified to browse, analyze, and comprehend.
Every time he cultivated, he could see this long river of blood, but he couldn't imagine that this long river, which was known as the origin of Rakshasa, would one day truly appear in the heavens.
Moreover, it appeared because of his ancestor's Blood Tribulation.
Once again, the anger in his heart was replaced by fear.
The strength of the Blood Tribulation represented the strength of the ancestor.
At this moment, although he knew nothing about the strength of the Blood Tribulation, he knew one thing — —
This Blood Tribulation, even if there were ten thousand of him tied together, they still wouldn't be able to survive it.
"So, you … you, you, you want me to die in the intertwining of hope and despair …"
At this level of fear, not only did Luo Wen change the "you" to "you", he couldn't even feel the slightest bit of anger in his heart.
Because, he completely understood that the person who could help him create such a Blood Tribulation of his ancestors, was the true lord of the thirty-six blood worlds.
"But, it's too late …"
When the first streak of blood descended from the heavens with the momentum of erasing the void, Luo Wen's heart had no hatred, no fear, no anger, there was only regret …
And in regret, he closed his eyes and waited for death.
But he didn't die.
Because the moment the first streak of blood descended, the boiling blood in his body seemed to have undergone a qualitative change, causing him to be reborn.
He didn't have time to be sluggish, to be shocked …
Because in the next moment, the long river of blood that he saw before appeared in his sea of consciousness, and it was unprecedentedly clear.
In the lifelike long river of blood, there was a continuous blood rain that represented inheritance, falling from the sky at an exaggerated speed, filling up his body and spirit that were empty because of his rebirth …
This scene, could not be seen by the six ancestors who had retreated extremely far away.
What they could see, other than the exaggerated Blood Tribulation that they had never seen or heard of, and the long river of blood that stretched across Cangxiong …
There was also a blood colored virtual image that was more than a million feet tall, almost reaching the sky.
The virtual image, they knew, was called the Ancestor Image.
Every Rakshasa who had become an ancestor, could release their own Ancestor Image.
The Ancestor Images were different in size, height, and reality …
The only thing they had in common was that they were the symbols that proved that they were ancestors.
But …
The Blood Tribulation was not over, Luo Wen was not an ancestor yet …
That was not all.
"Hundred, million feet …"
"This, this degree of condensation, middle, middle …"
"He, he, he, he hasn't, hasn't finished the Blood Tribulation …"
…
The sixth ancestor watched the Blood Tribulation, and his soul almost left his body.
And when the Blood Tribulation dissipated, Luo Wen, who had become an ancestor, emitted an ancestral pressure that made even their hearts palpitate. The speculation that lingered in their minds for a long time, but did not dare to form, finally came out.
"That, that drop of essence, essence blood that Lord bestowed, is, is the Blood Ancestor …"
Plop!
Facing Xie Tian, Luo Wen, who had just become an ancestor, did not even feel the huge changes in his body at the first moment before he knelt down.
"Lord, please wait a moment, I will be back soon."
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