Who Said the Twelve Ancestor Witches Deceived You? Mastering the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, an Immortal Physical Body! The Three Pure Ones' Concerns

But that was all.

It contained no laws.

It was not blood essence.

It was merely a drop of blood.

Qingyuan picked up the second drop, the second drop, the third drop.

Every drop was the same.

The blood was real.

But not a single drop was genuine ancestral witch blood essence.

That cold light within Qingyuan's Dao Heart grew brighter.

Sure enough, the Twelve Ancestor Witches had never intended to give him anything real.

That "Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique" had been made up.

Those twelve drops of "ancestral witch blood essence" were fake.

They had handed him fake things as treasures, laughing inwardly.

Laughing at him, a Daluo Golden Immortal who had only just attained the Dao, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood.

Laughing at him, a fish that had only just leaped out of the pond and had barely nibbled the grass along its banks.

Qingyuan's face was expressionless.

But deep within his Dao Heart, an indescribable feeling slowly coalesced.

He remembered what Saint Taiqing had said.

"Those cities, institutions, civilizations, and rivers you saw along the way after leaving the Witch Clan-were they what you saw with your own eyes, or what they wanted you to see?"

At that moment, he had only felt anger.

Now his anger faded.

He felt something heavier, colder, sharper.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches treated him as a pawn.

Saint Taiqing treated him as a junior.

And he wanted to be the player moving the pieces on this board.

He had false things in his hands.

He also had real things in his hands.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had given him false things, but they did not know that he possessed something they feared most, desired most, and were least likely to obtain.

He possessed a Great Dao he could follow with