"I'll go first!" Zhu Mei watched the Vermilion Bird blood shine like a crimson sun, growing brighter the closer he drew. How could he endure it any longer? With a cry, he flew toward the altar!
As his enormous body approached the altar, it gradually shrank. By the time he landed atop it, he was about the same size as Mulu King had been before.
The instant Zhu Mei landed, there came a tremendous buzz... The totem that had waited for who knew how many years suddenly lit up. A blood-colored blaze shot straight at Zhu Mei. He did not dare be careless. A grave look appeared on his face as he drew in his wings. Flames rose from his feathers, while a crimson blood mist seeped from his body and fell toward the fire.
"Ah..." The moment he touched the flames, Zhu Mei could not help but scream miserably. Xiao Hua's heart jolted, and he hurriedly asked, "General Ao, Zhu Mei..."
"It's nothing!" Ao Zhan waved carelessly. "Ancient imprints within his bloodline are striking at his mind. His bloodline is not especially pure right now, so he simply cannot bear it! When he first came out of the Myriad Monsters Map, he cried out too!"
"Mm!" Xiao Hua answered absentmindedly, but his thoughts raced. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Was it the Primordial Chaos scenery within the Myriad Monsters Map?"
"That's right!" Ao Zhan said with a smile. "You may have had some token protecting you, but Zhu Mei and I did not. That momentary flash of inheritance was enough to drive us mad! Still, after so much time had passed, we had forgotten much of that Primordial Chaos scenery."
Xiao Hua smiled, yet a raging storm rose in his heart. If Ao Zhan and Zhu Mei