Unlike everyone else who was just amazed, Liqima's face was solemn. His hands quickly formed a seal, and he waved at the giant door. The blood-red mist that had previously seeped out of the door immediately surged towards him.
Upon seeing this, Fox Three immediately reacted and hurriedly used the same method to summon the blood mist.
By the time the others realized what was going on, they realized that most of the blood mist had already been divided up by the two of them. Although they were unwilling, they could only sigh and rush to absorb the remaining blood mist. At the same time, they began to cultivate.
The instant Hu San absorbed the blood-red mist into his body, his expression changed. His eyes shone with a blood-red light and his Divine Soul trembled. He seemed to be in great pain.
He circulated the power of his bloodline with all his might to suppress the power. After a long time, he gradually returned 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, Liqima had absorbed even more blood mist, but his situation was much better than Hu San's. However, he was also shocked. He also felt that if the power behind the door was as strong as Hu San's, Han Li would most likely die if he entered.
Meanwhile, inside the giant copper door, Han Li's figure was swaying unsteadily in the void, swaying back and forth along with the blood-red wind.
He barely managed to stabilize his figure. After calming himself down, he swept his gaze around, only to see a boundless blood-red void. At the same time, an extremely dense smell of blood assailed his nostrils.
Above his head hung an incomparably huge blood-red sun. It emitted rays of blood-red light that shone in all directions.
In the void below him, one could see incomparably huge blood-red vortexes. They were like stormy clouds that spread everywhere. They intertwined with each other and emitted bursts of chaotic and violent power.
Han Li hovered in mid-air and sensed this power, and he was struck by a sense of familiarity.
Previously, in the Scale Dimension, when his bloodline had undergone an abnormality, the conflict between them was just like the power in this space: chaotic and violent.
Han Li guessed that it was probably because of this that his small world formed an indescribable connection with the void in the Wildlands Temple, allowing him to enter the giant door.
After a moment of contemplation, Han Li cast these thoughts aside and sat down cross-legged with a serious expression on his face.
He formed a hand seal and activated the Twelve Awakening Transformations and the Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Technique. The blood-red and black light around his body flourished.
A strange light flashed behind him, and the twelve phantoms of the true spirits appeared in the shape of a circle. They were vivid and lifelike as they rotated.
As the changes happened to his body, the void also began to change. The blood-red vortex below began to spin faster, and streams of blood-red mist shot out from it, rushing over in a spiral shape, directly entering the ring formed by the 12 True Spirit phantoms.
The twelve True Spirit phantoms on the ring seemed to have suddenly come to life, each of them baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, opening their mouths to swallow the blood-red mist that was pouring in.
"Hah …"
Han Li also felt a burning sensation on his back. It was as if magma had been poured into his body. The blood in his veins began to boil, and he could not help but let out a loud shout.
Immediately after, he felt an incomparably powerful bloodline invading his body.
In the next moment, waves of intense pain began to come from all over his body, as if his flesh was being gouged out and his bones were being corroded. The profound apertures that had not moved at all before were actually filled with this power in an instant, showing signs of loosening.
Han Li's eyes were bloodshot, but his face was deathly pale. Cold sweat and blood flowed down his forehead at the same time. He gritted his teeth so hard that creaking sounds could be heard, but there was only one thought in his mind:
"Hold on, you must …" Hold on! "
… ….
At the same time, the first copper door was also filled with strange phenomena.
Although Liu Le'er and the others had entered the same door, they did not seem to be in the same space. Instead, there was a void in each of them, and they could not see each other.
At this moment, Liu Le 'er was alone on an enormous circular altar, and there were nine enormous pillars that towered into the sky standing in her surroundings. The pillars were inscribed with extremely dense talisman markings that flickered with a dense blood red glow.
A huge snow-white giant fox was suspended in the air, with its nine long tails spread out and wrapped around the nine giant pillars. There were rays of light flowing down from its body, flowing along the pillars and converging on the altar on the ground.
In the center of the altar, a six-tailed white fox, which was several times smaller, was lying on the ground. Its body was pierced by several blood-red chains, and it could not move at all. Its teeth were clenched, but its head was still held high, staring at the nine-tailed giant fox above.
The rays of light on the altar flowed into its body along the blood-red chains.
The six-tailed white fox was naturally Liu Le'er, and the nine-tailed giant fox was formed by the power of the King of True Spirit's bloodline.
She had no spiritual sense, and only a golden luster flickered in her long and narrow eyes. There was a golden lotus pattern between her eyebrows, which was also shining brightly. However, just by looking at her, Liu Le 'er felt that there was a strange bloodline connection between them, which made her feel that the pain her body was suffering was not so unbearable anymore.
And as these powers continued to converge, Liu Le'er's aura began to gradually rise. Next to her six tails, a light shrouded her, and the shadow of a seventh fox tail condensed from the blood-red light appeared.
…
In another space inside the door, there was no altar, but a huge mountain suspended in the void.
The mountain was as red as blood, and there was a huge statue of a giant ape carved on it. It looked fierce, its arms were like pillars, and its chest muscles were bulging. It looked like the Giant Mountain Ape.
And at the foot of the mountain, a giant white ape that had manifested its true form was carrying the towering mountain on its shoulders, walking forward step by step with a hunched back.
Its shoulders were a bloody mess, and all ten of its fingers were embedded in the blood-red mountain. It was as if its entire body had been fused with the blood-red mountain, and it had no choice but to move forward.
The white ape was naturally Yuan Shanbai, and the power of the bloodline he wanted to inherit was within this blood mountain. What he needed to do was to carry the mountain on his back without stopping, just like the name of their race, the "Mountain Moving Ape".
When the blood mountain completely merged with him, he would truly inherit the bloodline of the Giant Mountain Ape.
For the Wildlands, for his race, he had to persevere no matter what.
…
In another ink-colored space, there was neither an altar nor a blood mountain. There was only a winding stream that flowed gently.
On the bank of the stream, a middle-aged man dressed in a long black robe and a young child dressed in white sat side by side. Both of them were barefoot, and they were soaking in the stream, their faces filled with satisfaction.
The middle-aged man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His appearance was handsome, and he was worthy of the words "handsome and elegant". There was a vertical golden pattern between his eyebrows, and it looked as if he had an extra vertical eye. Not only did it not look out of place, but it also made him look more spirited.
The young child next to the man had red lips, white teeth, and eyes as dark as ink. Although he had not yet grown up, he still bore some resemblance to the man. When he reached the age of 20, he would definitely be a handsome young man.
"Little White is a good name …" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
The young child looked at the middle-aged man next to him and asked, "Father, what's my real name?"
"Your surname is Mo," the middle-aged man said apologetically. "As for your name … I haven't had the time to name it yet."
"Oh …" the young child said with some disappointment.
The middle-aged man was the Ink-Eyed Pixiu, Mo Yu, and the young child was Little White who had taken human form.
"When I roamed the Immortal Dimension all those years ago, I disregarded the difference between humans and demons. I concealed my identity and fell in love with your mother until we got married, and then we had you.
But not long after you were born, we were pursued by the Heavenly Court.
In order to allow me to bring you safely back to the Savage Dimension, your mother took the initiative to draw away the Dao Ancestors of the Heavenly Court and never returned, "Mo Yu sighed and said slowly.
"Mother was killed by the people of the Heavenly Court because of me?" Little White asked with rage in his heart when he heard this.
"It wasn't just your mother. When I brought you to the border of the Savage Dimension and the Northern Frost Celestial Domain, your Uncle Yuan Gang came to our rescue from thousands of miles away. The two of us fought fiercely against the three Dao Ancestors of the Heavenly Court and didn't fall into a disadvantageous position.
Unfortunately, the two of us weren't a match for that Gu or Jin later on, "Mo Yu said slowly. His tone was filled with regret, and as for resentment … there wasn't much.
"How despicable. He must've taken advantage of the situation after the two of you fought the three of them and suffered great losses to attack," Little White said angrily.
"That person's strength is unfathomable. Even if he didn't take advantage of the situation, we might not be a match for him.
Little White, you must promise me that you won't seek revenge from that person in the future. "Mo Yu's expression focused slightly as he warned solemnly.
"Father, what happened after that?" How could Little White be willing to listen to him?
But when he saw his father's worried expression, he could only nod and change the topic.
"That battle could be said to be earth-shattering … Of the three Dao Ancestors of the Heavenly Court, one was dead and one was injured, and it forced Gu or Jin to personally take action.
After that, your Uncle Yuan Gang and I died in battle, and I used up my remaining strength to seal most of the bloodline energy in your body.
For the sake of not being discovered by others, I completely sealed your bloodline and memories, and even froze you, "Mo Yu said with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
"No wonder I can only take human form now …" Little White said with slight helplessness.
"Father had no choice … But now, when this strand of remnant soul sees you again, you're still like the person in my memories, and it's not bad." Mo Yu raised his hand and rubbed Little White's head as he spoke with a smile.
In the past, Jin Tong liked to rub Little White's head like this as well, and Little White always felt that it was slightly uncomfortable and had to tilt his head to avoid it. But now, Little White felt extremely comfortable and at ease when being caressed by his father like this.
"Why is the Heavenly Court pursuing us?" Little White raised his head and asked.
"This is related to our innate divine abilities. Once our True Spirit's Ink Eye is opened, we're able to follow the illusory heavens and see the future trajectory of a person. In other words, we're able to predict some future changes through our innate divine abilities," Mo Yu said slowly.