Within the Ghost River.
Billions upon billions of ghostly lights flashed violently as the Heaven and Earth Great Dao trembled and rang in unison, like a magnificent movement resounding with Heaven and Earth Dao Essence.
Little Crimson stood quietly within, its bearing as steady and imposing as a mountain.
Rumble!
In an instant, countless Nether Shadows surged forth from the depths of the Ghost River. They were the souls of Little Crimson's ancestors throughout the generations, carrying the mighty power accumulated over the ages as they howled like a raging torrent and swept toward Little Crimson.
Little Crimson raised its head and thrust out its chest. Brilliance bloomed in its eyes as it fearlessly received the infusion of its racial talent inheritance.
The moment the ancestral souls touched it, stormy waves seemed to rise in the depths of its divine soul.
Every soul was like a dazzling star, tracing a glorious path through its Sea of Consciousness before precisely embedding itself into its Immortal Dao Source.
As countless souls continuously merged into it, Little Crimson felt boundless soul power erupt within its body, as though it might burst its divine soul apart.
Its body trembled faintly, yet it forcibly maintained its composure. Its bones crackled as though they were breaking free of some ancient shackles.
Yet Little Crimson laughed at that moment. That year... Brother Xun and Brother Ox had already exchanged its blood on the Extraterritorial Battlefield. Its own bloodline was a heaven-defying one forged from Myriad Races Essence Blood. Whether it succeeded in crossing this Becoming Immortal Tribulation or not,
it would at least survive!
Becoming immortal was merely a means of extending its lifespan. It had once eaten rotten flesh just to stay alive, so what did refining these ancestral souls amount to now?
Roar~~~
Little Crimson