Wizards pursue the truth

The Ancestral Blood Wizard spoke through gritted teeth, clearly indicating that the conversation had not been harmonious.

Wang Ya glanced at the Grand Wizard and saw two fingers extended from under his sleeve.

Not OK, but yay!

"I dare not refuse the invitation from the Ancestral Blood Wizard." Wang Ya coughed, clasped his hands together, and performed a wizard's salute.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard's eyelids twitched wildly, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched and unclenched repeatedly before he managed to suppress the urge to hit someone.

As he bluntly stated, he truly couldn't defeat the Grand Wizard of the Emperor, even with the power of the Ancestral Blood Pillar. There was a world of difference between wizards of the same level.

The Venerable Emperor Wizard has lived for far too long. As time has passed, who knows how much foundation and trump cards he has accumulated?

The sheer volume and ancient power of the Emperor Particles alone is enough to overwhelm most of the Radiant Moon Grand Wizards.

At the base of the Pillar of Ancestral Blood, there was a layer of orange-yellow ripples of mist, which was very viscous and felt like it could wet your hand if you reached out to touch it.

Inside the special passageway that resembles a scenic elevator, the four people stood on a rapidly descending stone platform, where they could clearly see the various life forms existing within the orange-yellow mist.

Wang Ya was visiting this place for the first time and was quite curious.

The taciturn Earth Wizard finally spoke, "Don't touch it. The inside of the stone platform is safe, but the orange-yellow mist will corrode your flesh and blood, and your particle energy will also be eroded. You might even be tainted by the ancestral blood curse."

Wang Ya silently withdrew his arm and nodded to the Earth Wizard.

The white arc of light flashing in the pupils also collected a considerable amount of data.

The Grand Wizard squinted, seemingly dozing, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard remained silent throughout the journey, his face gloomy and sullen.

Clearly, the importance of one's ancestral bloodline is extremely high.

The stone platform came to a steady stop.

The orange-yellow mist had turned into a thick liquid, and a lot of black grime clung to the outer walls of the upper and lower passageways, making it difficult to see the outside world clearly.

Wang Ya's expression turned serious halfway through the investigation.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard frowned slightly, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. He walked to the ancient gate directly in front of him, where a relief carving depicted an eye, or rather, a hole.

The Grand Wizard of the Emperor opened his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

"Behind the door lies the primordial bloodline. Nightmare Wizard, you need to go in alone. Whether you can obtain the primordial bloodline, or the pure bloodline or the secondary bloodline, depends on your own abilities."

Click! The door slowly opened, and a gray aura wafted out, its ancient charm making everyone present feel as if they were witnessing a lost era.

The ancestral blood wizard parted the path, and the deep passageway, shrouded in blood mist, led to an unknown realm.

Curiosity gleamed in the eyes of the Grand Wizard, who stepped forward. The blood mist instantly rippled and spread, causing the entire stone gate and the passageways above and below to tremble, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

He hesitated for a moment, then paused.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard, looking tense, wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead and glanced warily at the Grand Wizard, who picked his nose and looked completely indifferent.

"The ancestral blood of Wutu is pure ancestral blood. The ancestral blood originating from this place has different types, branches, and different regions and areas. The ancestral blood is also the same. The strength of the ancestral blood represents the potential and room for improvement of the ancestral blood that is branched out."

"The roots of my lineage are of an extremely ancient branch, known as the Yanhuang ancestors."

Even after Wang Ya entered the stone gate, the words of the Ancestral Blood Wizard still echoed in his mind.

Upon entering the ancestral land, one will be entangled and enveloped by endless evil curses until the body is completely corrupted, becoming a part of this evil power, and merging into the ancestral blood for lifetimes, unable to be separated.

Before one's consciousness and self are completely eroded, one needs to absorb enough ancestral blood power to condense an ancestral blood heart within one's body, which can connect to the mysterious, unknown, and ancient realm of the oldest ancestral blood source; as long as it is within the scope of the ancestral blood, the bearer will sense that special realm.

The Earth Wizard's outburst was a connection to that Root Realm, which he opened as a portal and received a portion of its power.

Wang Ya was interested in the ancestral blood and wanted to study the oldest origin of that ancestral blood.

Where does its essence lie, and from what source does its power originate? Is it related to the vitality of ancient blood, the origin of unknown power, and the world-shaping methods of the Nine Heavens Great Wizard?

If he can figure it out, perhaps he will reveal the greatest secret of the Radiant Moon level.

And take this opportunity to use some ideas from the legacy of the Sun to study the rules of the wizarding world.

The orange-yellow liquid, mixed with a blood-red aura, was incredibly active, like memory metal. Sensing Wang Ya's arrival, it began to float, twist, and deform.

The distorted face with bared teeth and claws, the bizarre humanoid form, seemed to be an evil spirit, a malevolent spirit, peering into Wang Ya's body, mind, and soul. The extreme, insane malice made even Wang Ya unconsciously frown.

Buzz!

The golden robes she wore emitted a sacrificial power that created a halo, isolating a small safe zone that prevented those things from getting close.

"I hope Harak won't let me down."

Wang Ya raised his right hand, and a mass of living flesh rolled out from his sleeve. It was completely black and covered with various eyes.

It was the flesh and blood of Harakgen Pillar that had once borne the rules of the fragments of the Book of All Things.

Harak, who was transformed from the origin of the evil god Gendass, also possesses a certain essence of blood rules and is extremely adaptable.

There's no reason why they wouldn't be able to withstand the current ancestral blood.

Unless this part of the ancestral blood is truly related to the rules of bloodline, and the power it contains is far more than as weak as the fragment rules.

It exceeded the carrying capacity of the flesh and blood of the Harak root pillar.

Wisps of yellow aura were extracted and entered the black fleshy ball covered with eyeballs, gradually revealing yellow markings.

As Wang Ya's mind connected with the situation and he sensed the specific circumstances, a slight smile gradually appeared on his lips.

For him, the power of ancestral blood, even the most fundamental ancestral blood, was secondary in terms of increasing combat strength; what mattered was the value it contained.

The light of the divine robes dimmed further, and the chanting within the sacrificial power grew fainter.

Wang Ya felt considerable pressure. The evil resentment power existing in the ancestral bloodland was exaggeratedly strong and inexhaustible, overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

The black wings on its back spread out, but only expanded the safe zone to about two meters.

The scope is constantly shrinking, and the process takes a very short time.

Ordinary star wizards would likely have long since melted into a part of the evil power, becoming a fragment of the orange-yellow liquid. (End of Chapter)