Crack, crack! The mysterious Black Egg shattered, and a black bird more splendid in form than the little spirit bird from before spread its wings and glided gracefully upward.
"Why do you look like a woman? So girly."
The voice that greeted her nearly sent her tumbling out of the sky.
"I am a woman!"
The Nine Nether Sparrow glared through gritted teeth at that detestable human thief.
"Oh, is that so?"
Mu Chen stood with his arms crossed, his expression growing more amused.
"Silence. Steady your breathing and focus."
When Mu Chen looked about to say more, the Nine Nether Sparrow glared at him, thoroughly annoyed.
She gave her wings a gentle shake, and the mysterious black flames coiling around them slipped free.
They writhed and rose, forming an abstruse, profound black pattern in midair.
The ancient ritual had begun!
Even Mu Feng and the other man instinctively held their breath and watched with caution.
After all, Bloodline Link had appeared only in fragments in ancient texts. Across the entire Hundred Spirit Continent, no one had ever truly witnessed it. They had to be careful—extremely careful.
"Infuse it with your blood essence."
As she spoke, the Nine Nether Sparrow spat out a drop of mysterious, dark-colored blood.
In truth, she didn't need to remind him. The moment Mu Chen saw the mysterious pattern, understanding seemed to dawn in his heart, and he squeezed a bright red drop of blood from his fingertip.
Sizzle, sizzle. Their blood essence fell onto the surface of the mysterious pattern almost simultaneously, slowly seeping in and flowing along its abstruse lines toward the center.
At last, each drop occupied half the space, blending together.
Boom!
The instant their blood essence merged as smoothly as milk and water, great waves of black flame blazed