Suddenly, veins bulged on An Ling neck, her eyebrows furrowed, her delicate body trembled, and she turned her head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Instantly, the spiritual energy around her surged wildly and completely out of control.
Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees.
An Chao rushed forward, wanting to check on An Ling's condition.
At this moment, her beautiful face was contorted with pain, and fine beads of sweat kept seeping out from beneath her tightly closed eyes.
Her cultivation level instantly rose to the King-Sealing Realm, but this powerful force seemed to be about to burst her body apart.
An Chao abruptly turned to look at Nan Xunran, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he thought to himself, "How could this person's blood have such a powerful effect?"
His thoughts raced as he recalled An Ling's various unusual reactions. A startling guess surfaced in his mind: Could this Nan Clan be a member of the Sacred Blood?
Among everyone present, her own bloodline was closest to the Sacred Blood, and therefore she was least affected by Nan Xunran's blood, while An Ling, whose bloodline was the thinnest, was most deeply affected.
At this moment, His babbling reappeared.
An Chao hurriedly said to Nan Xunran, "You should go find Him quickly!"
Nan Xunran flashed and entered the blood pool.
Just as he was about to step onto the blood, the blood automatically dispersed, making way for him, and then slowly closed up again in An Chao's gaze.
After Nan Xunran entered the blood pool, the smell of blood gradually faded.
Several elders in the distance quickly stepped forward.
They watched An Ling's pained expression and remained silent.
After a moment, an elder slowly spoke up, "That one must be the one with the Sacred Blood."
An Chao nodded silently.
Some couldn't help but sigh deeply, "They can control most of our race simply with blood..."
An Chao's gaze was fixed on An Ling, and he slowly said, "If she can pull through, the young master will be replaced, and her body will be modified."
"The untreated Sacred Blood was absorbed directly; nothing can be done to help. I can only hope she can pull through."
Blood pool
As soon as Nan Xunran stepped inside, the scene before him suddenly changed.
In mid-air, a figure appeared and disappeared, its face shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
A drop of blood slowly seeped from the man's fingertip.
The moment the drop of blood touched the ground, the vegetation withered and died at an alarming rate, its vitality instantly drained away, and the entire Small World rapidly dissolved and vanished into the void.
The drop of blood, carrying boundless destructive power, pierced through the void, destroying several Small Worlds in succession before slowly coming to a stop.
With a flick of his sleeve, the mysterious man caused the drop of blood to fall into a pool and plummet straight down.
Immediately afterwards, the entire pool turned bright red at a visible speed, the water boiled, and blood churned, transforming into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.
Nan Xunran raised an eyebrow slightly, pondering to himself, "So this is the origin of this blood pool?"
Just then, the person in the picture suddenly turned his head Nan Xunran.
Although she couldn't see the person's face clearly, Nan Xunran could clearly feel that the person was watching her.
Then, the man smiled slightly, his lips moving as if he were saying something.
However, before Nan Xunran hear the contents of those words, the image vanished like a shattered mirror.
Before him lay a mountain of bones. Above the bones hung a single drop of blood.
A closer look at the postures of those skeletons reveals that they were all desperately reaching out towards that drop of blood, as if they were frantically trying to snatch it even in death.
Sensing Nan Xunran's presence, the drop of blood trembled violently, as if responding to his arrival.
His slender fingers moved gently, and an invisible force surged forth, drawing the drop of blood slowly towards him.
A hint of surprise appeared on Nan Xunran's face. The aura emanating from this drop of blood was exactly the same as his own, so familiar that it surprised him.
His fingertips twitched slightly, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out.
The moment two drops of blood meet, there is no resistance or repulsion; they naturally merge together.
Then, with a slight twitch of his finger, the drop of blood flowed directly into the space between his eyebrows.
In an instant, his body stiffened slightly, the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly, and fragmented images flashed before his eyes. He raised his hand to cover his forehead and frowned slightly.
A moment later, everything returned to calm, his brows relaxed, and his expression returned to normal.
A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes; it seemed this was a part of his memory... though not a crucial one.
Outside the blood pool
Everyone stared blankly at the pool of blood, their eyes filled with astonishment.
The pool of blood was slowly dissolving, as if it had been quietly erased by an invisible yet powerful force; the whole process was shrouded in an indescribable eeriness.
Just then, Nan Xunran flashed and flew out.
His figure was graceful, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.
The moment he landed, the pool of blood vanished completely, leaving no trace of its existence.