Swallowing the Stars: Starting with a Meteor Tear

Chapter 110 is finally in hand.

A fierce battle ensued in Luoshui City, leaving the city's residents in a state of panic and unease.

While the three Sun-level experts were lured away by Zhou Yang's clone, a mysterious man in black armor and helmet broke into the Iron Dragon Society's headquarters.

Immediately afterwards, a massive and awe-inspiring "World of Soldiers" erupted within the Iron Dragon Society's headquarters.

When the Iron Dragon Society leader successfully killed the enemy and returned to his lair in high spirits, all he saw was ruins and a group of panicked disciples.

The special cell that was under close surveillance had become completely empty.

Tens of millions of kilometers away from Luoshui City, deep underground in an ancient mountain range, a middle-aged man with a weathered face had a glint of light between his brows. The space in front of him twisted and folded, slowly forming a deep black portal in front of him.

The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed, and an antique ring, entirely purple-gold, appeared in his hand.

He rubbed his fingers against the gold ring a few times, as if reluctant to part with it.

But in the end, he suppressed his reluctance and handed the ring to a young man in black armor beside him.

"Lord Meteor, this is what I obtained from the Blood Moon Mountain Ruins."

"Thanks to your kindness, sir, I am reunited with Xiao Dong and his son. Consider these gifts a token of my gratitude to Lord Meteor!"

Zhou Yang didn't stand on ceremony and directly took the ring to examine it.

The ring's space was only a few hundred meters in diameter. Besides some everyday cultivation items, the most eye-catching items were a pile of strange rhomboid crystals of various colors and nine drops of dark red blood shrouded in a hazy precious light.

These rhomboid crystals and blood droplets are shrouded in a strange aura, bearing some resemblance to primordial laws, yet also seeming to harbor another indescribable charm.

"My lord, here are the divine blood and sacrificial offerings I collected from the ruins of Blood Moon Mountain."

The middle-aged man, Shi Qing, replied respectfully.

"My lord, in addition to this, I have another piece of news to offer, concerning the Ancient Temple."

"Oh? What news?"

Zhou Yang showed an interested expression.

The reason he was willing to help was largely because of the information about the ancient temple that the man had mentioned.

The middle-aged man paused, then directly transmitted his voice to Zhou Yang:

"If someone can successfully fuse all 36 types of divine blood, they can travel to the ancient temple ruins and obtain the 'One True Method' inheritance!"

"The only true method?"

Zhou Yang was somewhat puzzled.

There was no information about this title in the materials he collected from outside sources.

However, he did not continue to ask questions, but instead adopted a more prudent approach.

A fleeting pale green light flashed in his pupils, and the middle-aged man in front of him was instantly bewildered.

Taking advantage of the middle-aged man's 'dream', Zhou Yang carefully invaded his sea of ​​consciousness with his mental power and began to examine his memories.

He has been cultivating the "Three Souls and Nine Refinements" for decades, and his spiritual power has long since become abnormally strong.

To make full use of this, he spent nearly 10 points to exchange for a powerful secret technique that specializes in soul attacks and control.

If he were to unleash this secret technique from his own body, even a second or third-tier Domain Lord would likely be unable to withstand it, let alone this middle-aged man who had barely reached the Universe level.

He silently "flipped through" the pages, and the middle-aged man's life experiences flashed before his eyes like a painting.

He quickly obtained the information he wanted.

"It turns out that only the first batch of ancient gods who disappeared from this world were the true 'Primordial Ancient Gods.' Those who control the temple now are merely powerful cultivators who have reached the 'Ancient God Realm.'"

"Those who awaken a fragment of divine blood can cultivate incomplete techniques, and can cultivate to the highest level of the universe. Those who awaken a complete drop of divine blood can cultivate true techniques, and can cultivate to the highest level of the 'Ancient God' realm, which is comparable to immortal gods."

"Successfully fusing the bloodlines of 36 ancient gods allows one to cultivate a 'Primal Divine Body' comparable to that of a primordial ancient god, and also gives one the opportunity to obtain the 'Unique True Method' that only primordial ancient gods can cultivate."

"Once the divine body is formed, the level of life undergoes a transformation, and the upper limit of advancement will completely disappear. If one continues to cultivate the 'One True Method' and strengthens it, one can eventually reach the realm 'above God'."

This middle-aged man must have received a rather profound inheritance, as his memory of this kind of information is extremely complete.

Zhou Yang searched through his memories and discovered many secrets that were difficult to obtain through ordinary channels.

These so-called ancient god bloods are actually differentiated, with different types of god blood corresponding to different divine treasures.

The rarest of these is the divine blood corresponding to the major divine treasures of the brain, blood, marrow, bones, and veins. It is often impossible to obtain even a single drop after tens of thousands of sacrifices, making it far more valuable than the divine blood corresponding to other divine treasures.

Fortunately, the space ring that the middle-aged man had given him contained the divine blood of the five great treasures, and some of them contained more than one drop!

This is precisely why he was targeted by the Iron Dragon Society.

After a long time, Zhou Yang finally finished his investigation.

He casually deleted all of the other person's memories of him before exiting their consciousness.

He raised his hand and waved, and the unconscious Shi Dong appeared beside the middle-aged man.

"You gave me such a big surprise, I won't take advantage of you for nothing."

Zhou Yang murmured.

An antique blue ring floated into the middle-aged man's hand.

The ring contained some cultivation resources that he had casually acquired when he destroyed the Iron Dragon Society's headquarters last time, enough for the father and son to successfully cultivate to the World Lord level.

Having done all this, he didn't linger, and his figure instantly disappeared into this underground space.

Half a day later, in a mountain cave tens of millions of kilometers away, Zhou Yang sat cross-legged and quickly took out his harvest.

Nine drops of dark red blood, shimmering with precious light, floated in succession, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"The blood of the ancient god, finally obtained!"

"Let me see what's so magical about this so-called blood of the ancient gods!"

With a thought, nine drops of dark red blood, shimmering with precious light, instantly disappeared into the world ring in his hand.

In this world, nearly a hundred figures with faces exactly identical to Zhou Yang were sitting quietly in meditation.

The moment those nine drops of blood entered, one of the 'Zhou Yang's' eyes suddenly opened.

He raised his hand and a perfectly round bead of blood instantly flew in front of him.

Then, this "Zhou Yang" cut his arm and let the drop of ancient god blood corresponding to the "Blood God's Treasury" merge into the wound.

The moment that drop of ancient god's blood touched his own, his consciousness jolted violently, as if he saw a colossal giant standing before him.

On the giant's body, dark red lines kept lighting up, forming a dense red network, which was the blood vessels under his skin showing.

"Rumble~~~"

A sound like a surging river resounded within the giant's body, and the red networks grew brighter and brighter, with the bright red blood flowing within them faintly visible.

And within that surging blood, mysterious marks slowly take shape.

Zhou Yang suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and pointed, and a drop of blood rolled down.

"call!"

The blood twisted and deformed in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a "brand new Zhou Yang" appeared in this world.

"Holy crap, rebirth from a drop of blood?"

Zhou Yang, watching from the outside, widened his eyes instantly!

(End of this chapter)