The Tower Spirit and the Blood of Origin

The Tower Spirit glanced at Jiang Hao.

It also knew it had "spoken too much."

However, the Tower Spirit didn't mind.

"You'll be told about the Desolate Heaven Tower and the Huangtian Sect once you break through the ninth floor. Knowing too much before that won't do you any good."

Jiang Hao nodded.

"I'm ready."

The Tower Spirit warned, "The process will be a little painful. You must endure it, or the effect of the Blood of Origin will be diminished."

"Pain? If it's just pain, I have no problem with it."

Jiang Hao was very confident.

It wasn't that he was boasting.

Rather, it was because he had always been visualizing the Great Sun, the Blood Moon, or the Black Hole.

Each time he visualized, whether the duration was long or short, he would be reduced to ashes.

Although he wouldn't die—it only happened within his consciousness—

that sensation was real.

If he could bear the pain of his own annihilation, what pain could Jiang Hao not endure?

The Tower Spirit said no more.

"Hum."

A faint trace of blood light appeared within the Desolate Heaven Tower.

Right before the Tower Spirit, Jiang Hao saw a single drop of blood.

Bright red blood.

Yet within that bright red blood was a faint glimmer of golden light.

What kind of blood carried a golden light?

Jiang Hao didn't know.

But this single drop of blood made Jiang Hao shiver from the depths of his soul.

Enough to show how extraordinary this drop of blood was.

"Is this the Blood of Origin?"

The Tower Spirit waved its hand.

"Go."

The Blood of Origin instantly flew toward Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao opened his mouth, and the Blood of Origin entered.

It actually had a cool sensation.

It traveled down his throat and spread through his abdomen.

Time passed bit by bit.

Jiang Hao began to feel pain.

It was indeed painful.

But compared to the pain of visualization, it was utterly insignificant.

"Oh?"

"He actually endured it?"

"I have to say, among all those who have accepted the Blood of Origin, you might not have the best talent, but your willpower is the strongest."

The Tower Spirit was slightly surprised to see that Jiang Hao hadn't even trembled.

It knew that kind of pain very well.

To remain expressionless and handle that pain with ease—Jiang Hao's willpower was absolutely terrifying.

The pain grew more intense, shifting from cold to scorching heat, until finally his body felt as if it were about to burn.

Jiang Hao vaguely sensed something boiling inside him.

But the effect of a single drop of the Blood of Origin soon passed.

Jiang Hao's body returned to calm.

He felt that some changes had occurred within him.

But these changes were subtle, as if they couldn't be directly manifested.

So, Jiang Hao immediately checked his own data.

Cultivation: Ming Jin (Early Stage)

Bloodline: 1% progress (deducible)

Bone Structure: 7

Comprehension: 5.8

Spirit: 2

Fierce Tiger Fist: Grandmaster (Tiger Demon Form, 40% amplification)

Ming Jin: 310% power boost

Jiang Hao saw a new entry appear in his personal data panel: "Bloodline."

The progress was only 1%. Did that mean one drop of Blood of Origin represented 1% progress?

And what did "Deducible" mean?

Jiang Hao carefully examined the word "Deducible."

An explanation immediately came to him.

"Enter the Martial Arts Divine Hall to deduce the bloodline."

Jiang Hao's eyes widened.

Enter the Martial Arts Divine Hall?

He had tried before, but he simply couldn't enter.

Perhaps he hadn't met the conditions.

Earlier, Jiang Hao had no idea what the Martial Arts Divine Hall was for.

Now he knew at least one of its functions.

The Martial Arts Divine Hall could actually deduce bloodlines.

"That's it?"

Jiang Hao looked up, his gaze fixed on the Tower Spirit with a "longing" expression.

Though nothing seemed to have changed on the surface, the "boiling" sensation inside his body made it clear to Jiang Hao that the Blood of Origin could awaken some terrifying bloodline within him.

But his bloodline progress was still very low. He wanted more Blood of Origin.

"Yes, that's it."

"One drop of Blood of Origin failed to awaken the bloodline within you, but that's normal. Not everyone possesses a powerful bloodline."

"If you continue challenging the Desolate Heaven Tower, you can obtain more Blood of Origin."

The Tower Spirit said calmly.

"Alright, to the Second Floor."

The Tower Spirit vanished instantly.

Jiang Hao felt a force gently lift him, carrying him up to the Second Floor.

On the Second Floor, there was still a Heterogeneous Species.

But this time, it was a massive black ox.

According to the Tower Spirit, this was an "Ox Demon" Heterogeneous Species—immensely strong, with a combat power of around 750.

Moreover, the Ox Demon had thick skin and tough flesh, making it very troublesome.

Even though Jiang Hao's combat power exceeded 800, it would likely take him a while to defeat the Ox Demon Heterogeneous Species.

The Tower Spirit expected a drawn-out battle that would take some time.

"Strong?"

Jiang Hao took one look at the Ox Demon Heterogeneous Species and guessed it probably had immense strength.

But this was exactly the kind of opponent he feared the least.

After all, his Fierce Tiger Fist was also renowned for its ferocity—why would he be afraid of an "Ox Demon" Heterogeneous Species?

"Startling Thunder Force!"

This time, Jiang Hao used the Startling Thunder Force.

Thunder seemed to rumble inside his body.

Behind him, the faint outline of a terrifying Tiger Demon Form appeared.

Then, Jiang Hao threw a punch, slamming it heavily into the Ox Demon Heterogeneous Species' head.

"Boom."

Even the Ox Demon Heterogeneous Species couldn't withstand Jiang Hao's terrifying strength. Its massive body crashed heavily to the ground.

One strike—the Ox Demon Heterogeneous Species was dead.

"You weren't even using your full strength on the First Floor?"

The Tower Spirit sounded somewhat surprised.

It sensed that Jiang Hao now faintly carried the fluctuation of yet another force.

Ordinary martial artists would be unable to detect it.

But this was the Desolate Heaven Tower, and it was the Tower Spirit—its perception was extremely sharp, which was why it could catch the momentary ripple of force from Jiang Hao.

Still, this was a good thing!

The stronger Jiang Hao's strength, the better.

Ever since the Huangtian Sect's founder had reached an agreement with the Tower Spirit, countless brilliant geniuses had come to challenge the Desolate Heaven Tower over the years.

Yet only Jiang Hao had managed to clear the first two floors so effortlessly.

"You have passed the second floor of the Desolate Heaven Tower. According to the rules, I shall grant you the second drop of the Blood of Origin!"

The Tower Spirit gave Jiang Hao another drop of the Blood of Origin.

Jiang Hao had long been prepared and eagerly swallowed the Blood of Origin in one gulp.

It was the same familiar sensation—first cold, then hot.

Especially the boiling feeling inside his body, which left Jiang Hao utterly entranced.

Jiang Hao could faintly sense that the Blood of Origin was meant to awaken some kind of bloodline within him.

But that bloodline of his was hidden far too deep.

One or two drops were nowhere near enough.

Jiang Hao glanced at the bloodline progress.

Sure enough, after swallowing the second drop of the Blood of Origin, the progress had risen from 1% to 2%.

But it was still a long way from 100%.

Thus, there was still no change in Jiang Hao's body.

The Tower Spirit frowned slightly.

Two drops of the Blood of Origin already, and still no reaction?

Then he would have to go to the third floor.

Jiang Hao was also eager.

Upon reaching the third floor, there was another Heterogeneous Species.

But this time, it was called the "Sky Elephant."

The Sky Elephant was enormous in size.

The Ox Demon Heterogeneous Species seemed insignificant before the Sky Elephant.

"The third floor of the Desolate Heaven Tower is a threshold. Any martial artist who can pass it can truly be called a genius."

"However, the Sky Elephant's combat power reaches 1000. Defeating it at the Manifest Force Level is difficult."

The Tower Spirit still had little faith in Jiang Hao.

A combat power of 1000 was a critical point; many weaker Hidden Force martial artists were actually at this level.

This time, Jiang Hao struck first.

He craved the third drop of the Blood of Origin too much.

"Whoosh."

With a single swift step, Jiang Hao dashed right in front of the Sky Elephant.

He was not yet ten years old.

Before the massive Sky Elephant, he looked like a tiny speck.

Truly insignificant.

But within Jiang Hao, the Startling Thunder Force, Wheel Force, and Raging Tide Force erupted violently.

Jiang Hao grabbed the Sky Elephant's leg with both hands.

"Lift!"

The three forces flowed together, then merged into one.

The union of three forces unleashed a terrifying power beyond imagination.

Jiang Hao seemed to transform into a giant tiger standing tall between heaven and earth.

He forcibly lifted the Sky Elephant off the ground.

"Boom, rumble."

Jiang Hao slammed the Sky Elephant heavily onto the ground.

The Sky Elephant let out a mournful cry and stopped moving.

At that moment, the Tower Spirit was truly shocked.

"What?!"

"Just now, Jiang Hao's combat power exceeded 1200, and there were fluctuations of three types of force within his body."

"A child less than ten years old, only at the Mingjin stage, with combat power over 1200?"

The Tower Spirit had seen many geniuses.

But a genius like Jiang Hao was still extremely rare.

"Congratulations, you have cleared the third floor of the Desolate Heaven Tower. This is the third drop of Blood of Origin. Go on."

The Tower Spirit once again bestowed a drop of Blood of Origin.

Jiang Hao swallowed it immediately.

His body began to seethe again, but soon fell silent, without any further movement.

This sight made the Tower Spirit pause slightly.

"Three drops of Blood of Origin, and your body has no reaction at all?"

The Tower Spirit couldn't help but ask.

"Reaction?"

"It's not that there's truly no reaction. Sometimes hot, sometimes cold—it's quite comfortable. Does that count as a reaction?"

"..."

The Tower Spirit fell silent.

"It seems your talent in bloodline is not high. Perhaps you don't have any powerful bloodline within you."

"Under normal circumstances, after taking three drops of Blood of Origin, your bloodline would definitely show some characteristics, and you might even be able to use some of its power."

Hearing this, Jiang Hao couldn't help but retort, "Is there a possibility that my bloodline is too powerful, too deeply hidden, and three drops of Blood of Origin aren't enough, so it hasn't been awakened?"

The Tower Spirit did not argue.

"Words are useless!"

"If you can continue to clear the Desolate Heaven Tower and obtain more Blood of Origin, then you will naturally know how your bloodline talent truly is."

"Alright, on to the fourth floor."

Jiang Hao nodded.

Although he knew that to awaken his bloodline, he would need at least a hundred drops of Blood of Origin.

Even clearing all nine floors of the Desolate Heaven Tower would only yield nine drops.

But obtaining more Blood of Origin was still a good thing.

Besides, clearing the ninth floor of the Desolate Heaven Tower and becoming an Inner Disciple of the Huangtian Sect—that was Jiang Hao's true goal!

So, the Tower Spirit waved its hand and sent Jiang Hao up to the fourth floor of the Desolate Heaven Tower.