Through the traces of the mark on Purple Fate Great Snow's arm, Purple Fate Ancestor determined that Qi Yuan's bloodline was extraordinary—perhaps even a level above Black Demon Ancestral Blood.
A bloodline could be terrifying, but it did not represent everything.
Who would have thought that in just three months, he had already reached the seventh level of the "Ancestor Blood Art."
At this rate, would he not reach the Great Supreme Truth in less than ten thousand years?
That was somewhat excessively exaggerated and frightening.
Purple Fate Ancestor's thoughts changed.
His figure vanished at that moment.
When he appeared again, he had arrived within the Ancestor Blood Pavilion.
The space around them seemed frozen, and time had solidified at that instant as well.
The white-haired old man stood to one side, his body maintaining its original posture without moving, as though he had turned into a statue.
Qi Yuan's mind immediately became wary.
Curiosity filled his eyes as he examined the purple-robed old man before him.
This purple-robed old man gave him an incomparably profound and vast feeling.
Purple Fate Ancestor, the ancestor of Purple Fate Heaven, an expert of the Great Supreme Truth Realm.
Qi Yuan had a feeling that if he performed a sliding kick...
Well, he could not win.
Even if he had a gun and the other party had a sword, he still could not win.
"Greetings, Senior!"
Qi Yuan possessed the fine virtues of a Blue Star native: he could bend or stretch as the situation demanded. Facing a Great Supreme Truth expert, he admitted defeat.
"Reaching the seventh level within three months is barely passable." Purple Fate Ancestor's expression remained calm, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. "Do not become too arrogant. There are always people beyond people, and heavens