"Yin Ling, come here. I have something for you." He Ziming stood within the Pure Land and beckoned to her.
The peerless beauty from the Silver King Clan of the Qilong Mountains was overjoyed. Her smile bloomed like a silvery-white immortal flower, drawing involuntary glances from the young kings.
She hurried over to He Ziming, knowing he would surely give her some earth-shaking means of protection. This might be her only chance to survive, and she had to seize it firmly.
He Ziming smiled faintly and took out a small white jade jar. He opened it just a crack, and towering divine light surged out. A terrifying pressure that made people tremble spread through the air, leaving them collapsed on the ground, limp and powerless, with fear welling up from the depths of their souls.
He quickly poured out half a drop into another small bottle, then added a special medicinal liquid.
"Heavens, that's ancient ancestor blood essence!"
The young kings of the Foreign Realm nearby were utterly stunned. What He Ziming had brought out this time was far too astonishing-it was actually blood from the He family's unrivaled Ancient Ancestor, possessing incomparable might.
"That's the only medicinal liquid capable of sealing the fluctuations of ancient ancestor true blood."
Yin Ling looked equally shocked. She had never expected He Ziming's gift to be half a drop of ancient ancestor true blood. This gift was far too precious. With it, perhaps her fate of certain death could be reversed.
"Hold out your hand."
After pouring in the medicinal liquid, He Ziming spoke.
Yin Ling did as he instructed, extending her delicate, jade-white hand. With a solemn, serious expression, He Ziming used the mixture of the special medicinal liquid and half a drop of ancient ancestor true blood to write the character