After Xiao Yu and the others stepped back, Chen Ye took a deep breath and extended his right index finger. Turning his other hand into a blade, he sliced a cut into it.
Scarlet blood welled from his finger. Not daring to delay for fear of losing too much blood, Chen Ye pressed his index and middle fingers together, held them before his forehead, and chanted:
"This unworthy descendant of the Chen Family offers ancestral blood as the guide. Open the Creation Saint Hall!"
Then his sword fingers traced a wondrous rune in the air. A different kind of creation aura, distinct from Medusa's creation bloodline, surged out of it.
Sensing this aura, Xiao Yu and Medusa froze briefly before carefully immersing themselves in it.
Yun Yun found the aura strangely familiar and unwittingly sank into her memories.
This breath of creation carried the meaning of deep blessings and good fortune.
To think that the Creation Saint had cultivated such a path.
It was both similar to and different from Medusa's primordial creation.
Primordial creation was complete, encompassing creation, nurturing, blessings, and fortune, whereas the Creation Saint had grasped only one aspect.
Even so, it was exceptionally rare. Had the Creation Saint survived, he might now have been an expert capable of rivaling the Ancient Eight Clans.
Once the aura reached its peak intensity, the surrounding space began to change.
Everything within the Great Hall slowly faded away, as though it were an illusion. In the end, the entire Great Hall vanished before their eyes, as if it had never existed.
Xiao Yu and his three companions then found themselves in a pitch-black space.
Golden light shone from Xiao Yu's body, illuminating the surroundings and allowing them to see where they were.
This was a Spatial Resting Node, formed by