From the marks on Ziyuan Daxue's arm, the Ziyuan Ancestor deduced that Qi Yuan's bloodline was extraordinary, even proclaiming... it was a level above the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.
The bloodline was formidable, but it didn't represent everything.
Unexpectedly, within just three months, he had already reached the seventh level of the "Ancestral Blood Mantra".
At this rate, wouldn't he reach the Realm of Great Ultimate Reasoning in less than myriad years?
That was a bit too exaggerated and frightening.
The Ziyuan Ancestor's train of thought began to shift.
His figure vanished in that moment.
When he reappeared, he was inside the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.
The space around seemed to freeze, and time also solidified at that moment.
The white-haired elder stood to the side, his body still in the same posture, motionless as if turned to stone.
Qi Yuan's mind suddenly became alert.
His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he sized up the purple-robed old man before him.
