Ye Lin harbored no doubts and slowly raised his left hand.
A drop of golden blood gradually appeared at the tip of Ye Lin's left middle finger. It gave off an extraordinarily alluring scent and contained boundless vitality.
This was Ye Lin's essence blood.
Essence blood was the essence of one's blood. Ordinary mortals had no such thing as essence blood, and even cultivators possessed only a few drops.
Ye Lin could condense no more than ten drops of essence blood. Losing even one would greatly damage his vital energy.
Yet out of trust in the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, Ye Lin still brought out a drop of his essence blood.
The essence blood slowly floated into the air before finally merging into the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
The next moment, Ye Lin sensed a faint, indistinct connection forming between himself and the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
"This old man shall take one more gamble with you. If we lose this time, this old man's soul body will shatter, and there will be no more chance at transcendence."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's voice rang in his mind.
Naturally, Ye Lin understood what the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar meant.
This gamble was a gamble for a chance at transcendence.
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's previous master, the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord, had failed. Now, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar had formally placed its bet on him.
If he failed again this time, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's soul would be destroyed in the future, vanishing completely.
"Boy, from this day onward, this old man will certainly aid you with all his strength in seizing the opportunity for transcendence."
With that, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar simply floated quietly over Ye Lin's shoulder.
At this point, Ye Lin finally learned the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's grade: a low-grade Dao artifact, the same