Blood Replacement

Looking at how Xiao Xuan had suddenly aged, Xiao Ling took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

He knew this was no time to be swayed by emotion. This ancestor had waited for a descendant capable of bearing the Xiao Clan's future, even exhausting his remnant soul to stimulate the Bloodline Power and reducing himself to such a withered state, all just to place the Xiao Clan's last spark of hope in his hands.

He had no right to refuse. He could only accept it openly and do everything in his power to shoulder this weighty trust. After all, he was now the fallen clan's sole hope.

"Brother Xiao Ling, be careful," Xun Er softly reminded him, concern in her voice.

Xiao Ling turned and gave her a reassuring look before hesitating no longer.

With a step, he drifted into the blood pool like a fallen leaf. Treading through the scarlet water, he slowly walked toward its center, every step seeming to land upon the Xiao Clan's thousand years of hopes.

The instant his foot fully entered the water, the tranquil blood pool suddenly erupted into violent turbulence!

Countless threads of blood-red energy shot from the pool. Like silver needles tempered with blood of the same origin, they carried an irresistible, savage force as they viciously pierced Xiao Ling's body.

Before he could react, the energies had already broken through his pores and surged madly into his body like rushing rivers, setting off waves of scorching heat within his meridians.

The sudden burning pain made Xiao Ling's brows knot sharply. It felt as if countless fine needles were stabbing through his meridians at once. But the pain of past breakthroughs and the agony of absorbing Heavenly Flames had long tempered his endurance. He clenched his teeth