Deep within the Fentian Ancient Treasure, Xiao Yan followed that faint bloodline resonance, passing through countless ruined halls and dangerous flame restrictions. The surrounding temperature grew higher and higher, until even space itself appeared molten and distorted. An ordinary Dou Emperor would likely have been reduced to ashes in an instant here. If not for Xiao Yan possessing two Heavenly Flames and having an extremely high resistance to fire, he would never have been able to venture this deep.
At last, he stopped before an enormous stone gate. The gate was ancient and unadorned, carved with patterns of raging flames. At the center of those flames, a blurry figure could faintly be seen standing with hands behind its back, looking down upon the world. Merely studying this carving made Xiao Yan feel his bloodline faintly boil, while the Heavenly Flames within his sea of qi grew restless, conveying an almost worshipful reverence.
"It's here!" Xiao Yan's gaze burned. He could feel that the source calling to him lay behind this stone gate!
He tried to push the gate open, only to find that it did not budge. A powerful sealing force rested upon it.
"Teacher, this seal..." Xiao Yan cautiously extended his Soul Power, only for it to be repelled by a gentle yet immovable force.
Yao Lao's solemn voice sounded. "This seal... contains a trace of Dou Saint power! Though it has been worn away by the years, it still isn't something you can forcibly break. It requires a specific key, or... Bloodline Power from the same source!"
A key? Xiao Yan frowned. Where was he supposed to find one? Bloodline Power from the same source? A thought stirred in his mind. He forced out a drop of blood essence and flicked it toward the stone gate.
The blood