abyss.
Within Lin Fan's sea of consciousness, Liu Mengli's eyes were filled with worry. "He acted impulsively again. Didn't he know the consequences of his actions?"
"I'm fine," Lin Fan's voice came from behind.
Liu Mengli was taken aback, then exclaimed in surprise, "You haven't lost your mind?"
Lin Fan said expressionlessly, "I'm not stupid. Of course I know that doing this would make me lose my mind, so I didn't fully activate my bloodline."
Hearing this, Liu Mengli breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. If you had lost your temper, I really wouldn't have been able to help you."
As she said that, she paused, and then asked in confusion, "Whose child are you? Why is the power of blood so powerful? It's not like I have never seen people with the power of blood before, but they are not as strong as your blood."
Lin Fan replied, "I don't know. I only know that I was an orphan, and later, because I had decent talent for cultivation, I was adopted by a small Lineage..."
Next, Lin Fan briefly recounted his childhood experiences.
After a moment, Lin Fan said, "So I am very grateful to my master. He saved me and gave me hope to live."
Liu Mengli said with a complicated expression, "You had a pretty tough childhood."
Lin Fan smiled calmly, "It's over."
He shook his head. "Alright, I won't talk to you anymore, otherwise I'll get distracted and won't be able to suppress the blood in my body."
Liu Mengli nodded and said, "Okay."
The young man ran wildly until he reached a grand hall, where he stopped. He glanced behind him and, seeing that Lin Fan hadn't followed, breathed a sigh of relief.
After composing himself, he faced the main hall, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Master, your disciple has something to report!"
A few breaths later, a hoarse voice came from inside the hall, "Yes, come in and speak."
The young man nodded and said, "Yes!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and pushed open the heavy door. Instantly, a strange and cold aura rushed out.
The young man couldn't help but shudder, but without hesitation, he walked straight into the main hall.
Inside the hall, an old man dressed in a black robe was floating in mid-air. The old man was dressed in a black robe, his hair was black and white, his face was sallow, his cheekbones were high and prominent, and his cheeks were sunken, as if most of his flesh had been swallowed up.
Before the old man floated a ball of purple flame. Upon closer inspection, one could see that this purple flame was actually crackling with lightning, the lightning mixed with terrifying flames, its power extremely frightening.
The young man gazed at the purple flame, his eyes filled with envy, a fleeting glint of greed in them, though it vanished in an instant.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing his jet-black eyes, which looked very eerie.
Upon seeing this, the young man quickly averted his gaze, lowered his head, and respectfully greeted, "Master."
"Um."
The old man nodded slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is it?"
The young man didn't dare to dawdle and quickly recounted everything that had happened.
After a moment, the old man frowned upon hearing the young man's words. "You mean, that person defeated you and the red-haired ghost with only the Immortal Saint Realm First Layer?"
The young man nodded heavily. "Yes, and he also possesses Bloodline Power!"
Upon hearing this, the previously calm old man's pupils contracted slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise, " Bloodline Power?"
The young man nodded quickly, "Yes, his Bloodline Power is exceptionally strong; the power he unleashes is even frightening to me."
The old man fell into deep thought. After a few breaths, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. "Wouldn't it be interesting to turn him into a vengeful ghost?"
The young man paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I think it's a good idea."
The old man suddenly said, " Gui Ming."
Da da da...
As the words fell, footsteps echoed within the hall, and then a figure emerged from the shadows.
The figure was shrouded in a sinister black aura, obscuring its face, except for a pair of blood-red eyes that burned like flames, revealing boundless rage.
The young man looked at Gui Ming, his expression changed instantly, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
The old man said to the young man, "You and Gui Ming stay outside and keep watch. When that person arrives, let Gui Ming handle him."
The young man nodded. "This disciple understands."
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Master, how much longer will it take you to completely refine this Divergent Flame?"
A sinister and terrifying smile appeared on the old man's face. "It won't be long."
The young man nodded, then led Gui Ming out of the main hall.
Outside the hall, the young man lowered his head, his eyes gleaming, lost in thought.
A moment later, the young man glanced at Gui Ming, then suddenly made a move, pointing a finger at Gui Ming's brow.
Gui Ming shuddered, then collapsed.
Looking at the Gui Ming lying on the ground, the young man's lips curled up, and then he formed a hand seal while silently chanting something.
At the same time, a red light instantly enveloped Gui Ming, and countless runes appeared around him, shining with strange light, containing endless mysteries.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The young man's hands and mouth never stopped moving; beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his entire body was already soaked with sweat.
About half an hour later, the young man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and countless runes surged into Gui Ming's body at that moment.
Seeing all this, the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face. "It really wasn't easy."
At this moment, Gui Ming's body trembled a few times, then he got up and knelt on one knee before the young man, "Master."
The young man wanted to burst into laughter, but then seemed to remember something and held back.
He looked at Gui Ming and smiled, "Get up."
"Yes, sir."
Gui Ming stood up and stood beside the young man.
The young man looked at Gui Ming with great satisfaction. Then, he turned to the main hall and respectfully called out, "Master, your disciple has something to discuss with you!"
"Um?"
The old man inside the hall frowned. "What is it now?"
The young man said, "Please allow me to come in and speak."
A hint of displeasure flashed in the old man's eyes, but he still let the young man in.
He looked at the young man and said calmly, "Speak."
The young man hesitated for a moment, then opened his palm, and a spatial ring appeared in his hand.
The old man's gaze fell on the spatial ring, and he asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"
The young man explained, "Master, this is a ring I found here by chance. I've been studying it for a while now, but I just can't seem to open it. So I wanted you to take a look. My intuition tells me there's definitely treasure inside."
After hearing the young man's words, a glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said, "Bring it here so I can take a look."
The young man nodded, holding the spatial ring in both hands, and slowly walked towards the old man.
The young man approached the old man and offered the items with both hands, saying, "Master, please take a look."
The old man didn't think much of it and reached for the spatial ring.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on the young man's lips, then he shouted, "Attack!"