"Fellow Yuan Jing, the little white ape in your tribe has yet to reach adulthood. His bloodline isn't strong enough …" The leader of the Qing Yuan tribe spoke first.
"Hmph!
I've already said you were trash. How dare you call yourselves one of the 16 great tribes? Do you have the bloodline of an ancient True Spirit King in you? "
A tall man with an ape-like face and long white hair on his back shouted in a clear voice.
He was the leader of the White-backed Ghost Ape tribe, one of the 16 great tribes. He could be considered a branch of the True Spirit King Zhuyan's bloodline. He was naturally inferior to the Qing Yuan tribe and had always followed the lead of the Qing Yuan tribe.
The long-browed elder only glanced at him and sighed. He did not say anything.
The Giant Mountain Apes were different from the other True Spirit Monarchs. They had only left behind one bloodline descendant, the Mountain Moving Apes, and they didn't inherit their bloodline in the orthodox sense. As such, the power of their bloodline became weaker and weaker.
To the Mountain Moving Apes, Yuan Shanbai was an anomaly. His Giant Mountain Ape bloodline was much purer than that of the other tribe members. However, perhaps because he had yet to reach adulthood or for some other reason, the power of the bloodline was still insufficient.
The voices of criticism grew louder and louder, gradually turning into a ruckus.
Voices of doubt also filled the Wildlands Temple. The little white ape was surrounded in the center, his eyes filled with guilt.
"How can he decide on his own bloodline?
Stop criticizing him, "Little White said angrily as he stood in front of the little white ape, unable to take it anymore.
Although Liu Le 'er did not say anything, she also chose to stand with them.
"If he's trash, then he should be able to accept the criticism of others …" The young master of the Rung Wu tribe said.
"There's no use in feeling guilty. The Asura Gate of Blood cannot be opened now. The Mountain Moving Apes cannot absolve themselves from the blame." The moment Qing Yuan's words were said, the crowd became even angrier.
They were so angry because the Gate of Blood could not be opened. They would not have the chance to inherit the bloodline of the True Spirit King.
Han Li's eyes darkened when he saw this. His eyes flickered with hesitation.
"Young friend Han …" At this moment, Bai Ze, who had been sitting on a stone chair, suddenly called out.
Hearing this, the crowd immediately quieted down and looked at Han Li.
Han Li sighed inwardly. The True Spirit King had indeed planned for him to ascend the mountain and enter the temple.
"Your Majesty …" Although he already understood, Han Li still pretended not to know and cupped his fists.
Seeing this, Bai Ze did not mind. He stood up from the stone chair and swept his gaze across the crowd.
"Previously, all of you were unwilling to let little friend Han ascend the mountain, and even felt that it was a shame for him to enter the hall. Little did you know that if we want to open the Asura Blood Gate, little friend Han must lend a helping hand."
"What …" The crowd was shocked.
"F * ck, he's a human …" Guan Sheng's face was filled with disbelief.
"There's no problem with the little white ape's bloodline. It's just that it's still young, so its bloodline hasn't been fully awakened.
On the other hand, even though Mr. Han is a human, he possesses the bloodline of the True Spirit Monarch, the Giant Mountain Ape. Even though his bloodline isn't inherited through reproduction, his bloodline is far purer than that of the Moving Mountain Apes. "
As soon as he said that, everyone was even more shocked. Yuan Shanbai's face was also filled with surprise.
Bai Ze arrived in front of Han Li and asked, "Young Friend Han, are you… willing to lend a hand to our Wildlands?"
"Your Majesty, my body is mixed with many bloodlines. I'm afraid I will let you down." Han Li did not make a clear statement.
"The mixed bloodlines are fine. I have a way to get rid of them.
As long as you agree, when the Shura Gate of Blood opens, you can also enter. When the time comes, you can use it to make up for the flaws in your body, "Bai Ze said.
Hearing this, Bai Ze and the others had mixed feelings. On one hand, they did not want Han Li to enter the Shura Gate of Blood. On the other hand, they had to ask Han Li to help them open the Shura Gate of Blood.
Hearing this, Han Li's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Bai Ze and Young Master Jiu Wu.
Seeing his expression, the two's hearts tightened. They had a bad feeling.
"Your Majesty, I have another request. It will be fine as long as you can fulfill it," Han Li said.
"Speak your mind," Bai Ze said.
"I need two drops of blood essence from Tao Wu and Zhu Yan," Han Li said.
"That's easy. When the Shura Gate of Blood opens and someone inherits their bloodline, I will take two drops of the purest blood essence for you." Bai Ze was startled at first, then he smiled.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble. Just take a drop of blood essence from Qing Yuan and Jiu Wu." Han Li said.
Bai Ze was surprised. After all, after inheriting the bloodline of the True Spirit King, the power of the blood essence would be the strongest.
What he did not know was that Han Li's body was mixed with all kinds of blood essence. He did not pursue the strength of a single bloodline. Instead, he wanted to achieve a state of balance. Also, the reason why Han Li made this request was not to deliberately go against Bai Ze and the others.
It was because with the fusion of the Heavenly Fiend Hell Suppression Technique and the 12 Changes of Waking Sting, among the four divine demons that he could transform into, he lacked two types of powerful bloodlines.
Among the eight True Spirit Monarchs, Bi 'an and Zhu Yan had the strongest physiques and defensive prowess, so they were naturally the most suitable candidates.
Bai Ze hesitated for a moment before he nodded and agreed.
When Bai Ze saw this, he looked at Han Li. The hatred in his eyes grew stronger.
"Since Friend Han is the benefactor of the Wildlands, the Jiu Wu Clan will not reject him."
Young Master Jiu Wu's eyes flickered with unwillingness, but he quickly put on a smile and took the initiative to say this.
As he finished speaking, he raised his hand. A light flashed in his palm, and a drop of blood essence was condensed. He sent it forward.
Bai Ze was confused. He looked at Young Master Jiu Wu, but before he could speak, the latter's voice rang in his mind.
"Fellow Bai Ze, there's no need to worry about the gains and losses of this moment. Once we inherit the bloodline of the True Spirit King, our status will naturally be different. At that time, it will be a piece of cake for us to crush him."
Bai Ze came to a sudden realization. He also condensed a drop of blood essence and flew toward Han Li.
The two drops of blood essence floated in the air. Han Li took them and examined them. He was surprised when he found that they were not tampered with.
"Thank you …" Han Li said as he put them away in a jade bottle.
After saying this, he also condensed a drop of his blood essence and sent it to Bai Ze.
Bai Ze raised his hand and waved. He took the drop of blood essence into his hand and wiped it casually. The drop of blood essence seemed to be boiling, and its surface was emitting wisps of smoke. It directly burned the rest of the blood essence, and only the blood essence of the Giant Mountain Ape was extracted.
He flicked his finger, and the drop of blood essence flew into the brazier.
"Boom!"
The brazier suddenly burst into flames as if oil had been poured into it. It flew toward the center of the statue of the Giant Mountain Ape. The entire hall was once again shrouded in light.
On the square outside the hall, the people were still arguing. Suddenly, the ground under them shook violently. Dark red light overflowed from the ground and turned into a huge talisman shadow.
The eight ancient paths up the mountain shone brightly. The shadows of the eight True Spirit Kings that had disappeared before appeared again, and the light was even brighter.
Soon after, all the people of the Barbarian Tribe knelt on the ground and prayed with the special ceremony of the Barbarian Tribe.
On the ground, rays of light shot up into the sky and gathered at the dome of the sky, turning into a dazzling light.
In the distant and boundless Barbarian Land, ancient altars that had been buried for thousands of years were awakened at this moment. They did not need to be controlled by anyone. They automatically emitted a dazzling golden light that illuminated the sky.
At this moment, countless beings of different races were all praying in unison. It was as if the entire Wild World was united as one.
On the top of the Barbarian Mountain, countless rays of blood-red light gathered from all directions and condensed into a huge blood-red light door.
On each of the two pillars of the door, a huge Asura face appeared. One was glaring angrily, the other was welcoming with a smile.
Images of the true spirits of the Wildlands floated above the two enormous doors in the middle of the hall. Not just the eight true spirit monarchs, but their descendants, true dragons, heavenly phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises could be seen on the doors as well.
"It's here, it's here …"
"The Asura Gate of Blood has appeared …"
… …
The square was filled with cheers. Everyone was in a state of ecstasy. The long-browed elder of the Mountain Moving Ape Tribe also relaxed his brows and smiled.
Inside the stone hall, the atmosphere was a little heavy.
Of the eight stone chairs in front of the statues of the eight true spirit kings, six of them were no longer empty. However, aside from Bai Ze's stone chair in the center, the other stone chairs in front of the statues of Bi 'an, Zhu Yan, Nine-tailed Fairy Fox, Ink Eye Pixiu, and Giant Mountain Ape all had crimson shadows materializing on them.
They were all in human form. They looked very lifelike, but they were only remnants of bloodline souls.
Everyone looked at their phantoms, and a strange feeling arose in their hearts that they were connected by blood, yet it was also out of reach. Were these their ancestors from the bloodline?
Whitey couldn't help but walk up to the figure of the Ink-Eyed Pixiu. She looked up at the figure with a calm expression, and her eyes flashed with faint golden light.
"It seems that other than Rahu and the Sky-roaming Kunpeng, the other eight kings have all fallen …" Bai Ze stood up and said slowly. There was no sadness or happiness in his voice, only a hint of reminiscence.
With that, he waved his hand, and the blood-red shadows flowed like smoke into the brazier in the hall.
The flames in the brazier immediately condensed and turned into a fist-sized crimson flame ball.
"Let's go …"
Bai Ze called softly. He took the ball of blood flame into his hand and led everyone to the square outside the hall.
"Your Majesty …" the crowd shouted when they saw them.
"The revival of the Wildlands begins today!" Bai Ze walked straight to the Gate of Blood in the square and shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. The ball of blood and flames flew up and landed on the blood door.
There was a soft "Bang" sound.
The ball of blood flame shattered and turned into a blood-red sea of fire that swallowed the entire Gate of Blood.
Under the intense burning of the flames, all the True Spirit Shadows danced in the air. A blood-red whirlpool appeared, and the Asura Gate of Blood had officially opened.