Gu Chen: Is this the bloodline of an expert?
Outside the statue.
"He bullies people by relying on his strength. It's so frustrating that he's hiding his identity. If we had just revealed our identities, how dare he do such things!" a powerful member of the Shen Clan exclaimed indignantly.
"Sigh, we still need to work hard to improve our cultivation level. When we do these things, it's not easy to use our background; we can only rely on our strength. But this huge gap in cultivation level is too much to handle. If we're really targeted, it'll be difficult to leave." A powerful member of the Shen Clan said helplessly.
A powerful member of the Shen Clan glanced at the entrance to the statue and sneered:
"Making such a fuss over this damn Huang Clan descendant? Even a proper clan would struggle to raise a genius, let alone a single heir. In my opinion, the Withering and Flourishing Sect is truly a fraud, otherwise they wouldn't be trying to curry favor with the Huang Clan descendant here."
"It's just that the leader doesn't care about the consequences," another strongman chimed in.
"So what if we try to get close to him? If this kid really is a descendant of the Huang Clan, then his Withering and Flourishing Sect's interference is tantamount to opposing our Shen Clan. He can't even tell which is more serious. I think his time as the Withering and Flourishing Sect leader is almost over."
While venting their frustrations, everyone was also paying close attention to the condition of the statue.
At this moment, they were more eager than anyone else to see if any of these four people were indeed descendants of the Huang Clan capable of opening the ancient coffin.
After all, if it could truly be activated, then today's events would genuinely harm the interests of the Shen Clan.
In that case, how could this matter possibly end well?!
Inside the statue.
Gu Chen stepped aside, making room for Huang Jiuzhao.
Thank you, Brother Gu.
Huang Jiuzhao thanked Gu Chen, then looked at the ancient coffin, his expression becoming solemn.
The Huang Clan clearly has a set of etiquette. After Huang Jiuzhao solemnly finished, he took a deep breath and raised his finger.
The next moment, blood essence flew out from his fingertips.
The moment it appeared, this drop of crimson blood seemed to echo the long coffin in front of it.
Then, to Gu Chen's astonishment, golden lines could be faintly seen slowly condensing within the crimson blood essence, their intricate patterns revealing a profound and extraordinary nature.
"Is this the bloodline of the strong?"
Gu Chen thought to himself softly.
After learning that Huang Zhan possessed a bloodline, he intentionally sought to understand the concept of bloodlines.
Surprisingly, there is absolutely no record of this event on any of the Five Continents Continent.
Fortunately, there are records of this in the sect's ancient books.
Those who have bloodlines all have ancestors who were once renowned and powerful figures.
Furthermore, the effect of bloodline on cultivation and strength is quite significant.
It could even be said that whether or not one is born with a bloodline determines the level of difficulty in their spiritual practice.
Without a bloodline, not only will the speed of cultivation be far behind, but the limits that can be reached will also be greatly reduced.
"No, you can't think of it that way."
Gu Chen suddenly snapped out of his daze and adjusted his mindset.
Having it is certainly a good thing.
But no, and there's no need to overthink it.
Having bloodline might make the path of cultivation easier.
But if one has no bloodline, does that mean one should give up on the path of cultivation?
Obviously not.
Moreover, bloodline is something we are born with, and it cannot be obtained through effort.
With this thought in mind, Gu Chen stopped thinking about it and focused his attention back on the ancient coffin.
Right now, the most important thing is to wait for the mission to be completed.
Brush.
Similar to before.
Huang Jiuzhao's essence and blood were also absorbed into the long coffin.
About a breath later.
Instead of the previous vivid "Pah!", a bloody light slowly emerged from the long coffin.
Buzzing.
A slight tremor began to emanate from the long coffin.
A moment later, the coffin began to shake violently.
At the same time, the lid of the ancient coffin began to slide backward.
For a moment, a faint golden light shone from the ancient coffin.
"Well."
A sigh suddenly echoed from the space where the three were.
"What goes up must come down. Has it finally come to this?"
His voice was old, tinged with helplessness and regret.
A moment later, a phantom image materialized from the ancient coffin.
Although the phantom image shared a similar temperament with the towering statue, its aged appearance was clearly visible.
Upon appearing, it looked directly at where Du Niansheng was.
The next moment, a voice rang in Huang Jiuzhao's mind:
"Tell me, future generations, were you coerced by others?"
"Though I am gone, I can still help you one more time."
Huang Jiuzhao was startled and hurriedly said:
"We owe our arrival here to their help."
"Understood."
As the sound faded, the figure ceased using telepathy and instead spoke aloud:
"Thank you both for taking care of my descendants."
As they were speaking, a golden ray of light flew out from the ancient coffin and arrived in front of Gu Chen.
"You should be a body cultivator; this can provide some assistance for your body refinement."
Then, the figure pointed gently at Du Niansheng's location, and a faint wisp of soul power, wrapped in wisps of light, floated in front of Du Niansheng.
"You give me a familiar feeling; it must be from that Withering and Flourishing Sect."
"I once discussed Dao with a powerful figure from your Withering and Flourishing Sect. I pass on what I learned to you; it may provide you with some reference."
Upon hearing this, Du Niansheng's expression slightly changed, and he immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute to the figure.
"Thank you, senior."
The figure nodded slightly, then turned his gaze back to Huang Jiuzhao. After a moment of silence, he said:
"I had thought that the decline of my bloodline might be terrible, but..."
The figure didn't continue speaking, but changed the subject:
"However, since you've come, we can still strive to give you a better chance."
As the sound faded, the lid of the ancient coffin behind them was completely lifted.
The figure waved his hand lightly, and instantly, power enveloped Huang Jiuzhao, sending him flying into the long coffin.
The next moment, the coffin lid flew back.
Thump!
With a soft sound, the long coffin was restored to its original state.
"This will take some time, please wait outside."
Upon hearing this, Gu Chen took a deep look at the golden coffin on the ground, and then went outside the statue with Du Niansheng.
The two of them walking out immediately drew the attention of a group of powerful members of the Shen Clan.
When they saw that Huang Jiuzhao was not there, the eyes of several people narrowed slightly, hidden by the obscuring screen.
Rumble.
Behind the two.
The towering statue suddenly trembled.
Its internal power began to surge outward, gathering around and transforming into beams of light.
At the same time, the right arm of this seemingly complete statue began to move, slowly raising itself upwards.
Below the statue, the golden coffin had somehow appeared in the palm of his hand, supporting his right arm as it rose upwards.
Finally, the arm stopped, the palm resting on the head, supporting the ancient coffin containing Huang Jiuzhao at its highest point.
"It really has been activated!"
"They really are descendants of the Huang Clan!!!"
Many powerful members of the Shen Clan were shocked.
While feeling regretful that they couldn't achieve their goal, a strong sense of excitement also welled up within them, and several people couldn't help but secretly glance at Du Niansheng.
"This time you've truly harmed our clan's interests! So arrogant and domineering! Let's see if you can continue like this!"