Chapter 434: Intelligent Micro Detection Bugs?

Chapter 434: Intelligent Micro Detection Bugs?

Led by Ziyuan Xiaolu, Qi Yuan boarded the teleportation formation and returned to Ziyuan Heaven.

"The Ancestral Blood Pavilion is where the progress of Ancestral Blood cultivation is assessed. Every day, numerous individuals from Ziyuan Heaven come here for their evaluations."

"Even those with thin bloodlines from the fringes of cultivation can become core figures of the Demon Abyss if they reach the sixth layer of the Ancestral Blood Art."

"Thus, in all of Ziyuan Heaven, and even in the Demon Abyss, every cultivator spends their entire life cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art."

Ziyuan Xiaolu calmly explained, as she and Qi Yuan soared through the sky.

Looking out, they saw endless black mountains and rivers, with towns scattered across the landscape.

"So, reaching the sixth layer is like a serf singing a song of freedom?" Qi Yuan exclaimed in surprise.

The core figures of the Demon Abyss enjoyed various privileges.

When Qi Yuan was in the Fifth Heaven, he encountered an informant who was a Mythical Cultivator, but they were striving to become a core figure of the Demon Abyss.

Of course, although Qi Yuan had also reported An Xun Lu, it was a just cause, so he couldn't be called an informant; he should be called a righteous informer.

"However, we, as disciples of the Demon Clan, don't have such restrictions. Below the Yangshen Realm, we hold the highest status!" Ziyuan Xiaolu explained to Qi Yuan.

In Ziyuan Heaven, more than half of the disciples from each generation could enter the Yangshen Realm.

"If we can pay the price, we can even invite a Yangshen Grand Deity to act on our behalf!" Ziyuan Xiaolu's face lit up with excitement.

The Yangshen Grand Deity was like a towering mountain.

It was unimaginable for a Yin God to summon a Yangshen in the Sixth Heaven and below.

"Oh, with just three words, I can make four hundred Yangshen spend three hundred billion for me!" Qi Yuan wasn't particularly concerned about Ziyuan Xiaolu's words.

Ziyuan Xiaolu opened her mouth, revealing a surprised expression.

The two of them descended near the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

Rather than calling it the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, it was more like the Ancestral Blood Nation.

A massive walled city extended as far as the eye could see, teeming with over a hundred million living beings.

It was worth noting that these living beings were all cultivators.

Without sufficient space and spiritual energy, cultivation progress would be slow.

Many of these beings were natives, locals.

But even more were from various worlds under Ziyuan Heaven.

Ziyuan Heaven governed a total of six hundred worlds.

Every day, countless cultivators came to undergo the Ancestral Blood test.

The scene was somewhat reminiscent of candidates from Blue Star taking the imperial examinations.

With just the first layer of the Ancestral Blood Art, one could become an elite in their own world.

"No wonder the Demon Abyss is a major power in the Sixth Heaven, and the Purple Mansion is nothing compared to it!"

Qi Yuan glanced around and, without even looking closely, spotted thousands of Purple Mansion cultivators.

As a Purple Mansion cultivator himself, he felt a bit inadequate.

Inside the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, the testing area extended for an unknown distance, with countless cultivators lined up for their assessments.

From a distance, they resembled a black dragon.

Many cultivators showed signs of excitement, their faces flushed with anticipation.

Some youngsters, however, appeared lost, their spirits somewhat dejected.

This was quite normal.

In his previous country, he might have been among the top ten talents, and in his world, he ranked three hundred, a true dragon among men.

But here, at the Ancestral Blood Pavilion of Ziyuan Heaven, he was just an ordinary cabbage.

Even the strong were like dogs.

The pride of the talented had to stand in line with the common crowd.

Witnessing this scene, Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

He estimated that even randomly picking someone from this crowd could easily defeat Brother Kangfulu.

Sometimes, one's background was indeed important.

"How long will it take to get to the front of this line?" Qi Yuan exclaimed.

To be honest, he didn't want to wait.

But his morals and values told him to be fair and just, and that meant waiting in line.

It felt like encountering Niu Jiao Sister.

He needed to comprehend a supreme principle to overcome this weakness.

"Blood Robe Brother, we're disciples of the Demon Clan, so we don't need to wait in line. Follow me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu smiled as she spoke.

Qi Yuan blinked in surprise at her words.

Not having to wait in line made him feel relieved.

But...

Qi Yuan suddenly admired some of his fellow countrymen from Blue Star.

They could automatically adjust their values to suit themselves.

If he could comprehend such a supreme principle, wouldn't he be invincible?

"Let's go!" Qi Yuan said softly.

The two transformed into streams of light and strode towards the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

The cultivators waiting in line below looked on, some with curious expressions.

"How can they just go straight in?"

"They're disciples of the Demon Clan, the strongest bloodline in all of Ziyuan Heaven!"

"I never thought I'd have the chance to see a disciple of the Demon Clan in my lifetime."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Qi Yuan and Ziyuan Xiaolu arrived at the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

As soon as they arrived, an elder with white hair hurried over to greet them, his expression especially respectful: "Greetings to the two disciples of the Demon Clan!"

"Yes, I'm here to test my progress in the Ancestral Blood Art and convert it into contributions. I don't want to waste time here," Qi Yuan said bluntly.

The elderly man, stooped with age, said, "Please follow me, Your Highness."

Zi Yuan Xiaolu did not follow them inside.

As they entered the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, Qi Yuan's expression remained calm as he surveyed the surroundings.

Contrary to his imagination of a place filled with celestial energy, the atmosphere inside the pavilion was somber, dark, and blood-red.

Huge blood-red chandeliers hung, creating an eerie ambiance.

The Blood River divided the room in half.

Within the river, Qi Yuan's eyes saw countless tiny creatures.

These creatures were as small as bacteria.

They were densely packed, almost as if they had a life of their own.

"Please, Your Highness, infuse the blood energy of the Ancestral Blood Art that you've cultivated into the Blood River."

The old man whispered, his eyes still holding a hint of anticipation.

This Demon Disciple seemed to have arrived at the Dark Demon Abyss less than half a year ago.

With such a short time cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art, he was already undergoing a test.

The old man couldn't help but marvel, no wonder he was a Demon Disciple, he was just a gatekeeper.

It took him ten years to cultivate the Ancestral Blood Art and barely enter the first layer.

Compared to other Demon Disciples, he was still exceptional.

This Blood Robe Demon Disciple had cultivated for less than half a year, and now... First layer, or perhaps the second layer, or even... the legendary third layer? He shook his head after a moment of thought.

The Black Sword reached the third layer in half a month and the fourth layer in three months.

This was the fastest record in the history of the Dark Demon Abyss.

Apart from the Black Sword, no one else had reached the third layer within a year.

Ordinary Demon Disciples usually took around a year to reach the first layer.

So, he estimated that the Blood Robe Demon Disciple had a high probability of being at the first layer and a small chance of being at the second layer.

As Qi Yuan listened to the old man's explanation, his gaze fell upon the strange creatures in the Blood River, and his eyes showed surprise.

[Intelligent Micro Detection Worm, can detect the progress of Ancestral Blood Art cultivation.

Network connection is in a disconnected state.]



His eyes saw a different aura in the blood creatures.

Why did this speech sound a bit sci-fi?

It didn't align with the Immortal Dao?

No, that wasn't quite right either.

Because, in a sense, the Immortal Dao and sci-fi shared a common destination.

"Where did you get this Blood River?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

The old man was puzzled, "This... I don't know."

"Can you give me some? My spaceship is so empty, and I have no pets." Qi Yuan reached out for something.

This request put the old man in a difficult position.

Finally, he bit his lip, "Okay, but only a little."

"Thank you very much. Here's a Good Deed Card."

Qi Yuan took out a card from his pocket and wrote the words "Good Deed Card" on it with a brush.

"Look, your Good Deed Certificate!"

The old man couldn't help but smile wryly as he accepted the "Good Deed Card," saying, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity."

Perhaps when this Demon Disciple ascends to the rank of Yangshen Venerable, his handwriting might be worth something?

The old man waved his hand, drawing the water from the Blood River into a golden bowl.

The small golden bowl contained ten thousand pounds of water.

"Is this enough?" the old man asked cautiously.

He was a bit puzzled that someone would be interested in this Blood River.

Apart from testing the progress of the Ancestral Blood Art, this Blood River had no other use.

"It's enough." Qi Yuan accepted the golden bowl.

"Alright, I'm ready for the test."

Qi Yuan began to circulate the Ancestral Blood Art.

His thoughts were also flying wildly.

In a 16-9 book, there was no mistake!

Should he hide it?

Generally, cultivators would conceal their abilities.

But Qi Yuan shook his head.

Why bother hiding?

He wanted to tell the Ancient Ancestor of Zi Yuan Heaven that he was a real talent.

He wanted to quickly improve his cultivation and enhance his self-protection abilities.

Without further thought, Qi Yuan's Ancestral Blood Art went into a frenzy.

The old man watching intently, his eyes fixed on the Blood River, and his expression filled with anticipation.

After about a breath, the old man's eyes lit up, "The blood has formed a pillar and hasn't diminished. Your Highness, as expected, you're not only at the first layer but also rushing towards the second layer."

Witnessing this, the old man was convinced.

Why was the gap between people so huge?

Reaching the second layer in half a year, this was probably among the top ten fastest in the entire Dark Demon Abyss, right?

He felt like he was witnessing history in the making.

The Heavenshot was about to emerge from Zi Yuan Heaven.

But in the next breath, he widened his eyes, "Three pillars!"

Three pillars of blood sprayed from the Blood River.

This Blood Robe Demon Disciple was indeed the first under the Black Sword.

Apart from the Black Sword, no one in the Dark Demon Abyss had reached the third layer within a year.

No wonder there were rumors outside that the Ancient Ancestor wanted to challenge the Blood Robe with the Black Sword.

Initially, the old man thought it was a bit far-fetched.

To give an inappropriate analogy, if a Demon Disciple was a once-in-a-million-year talent, then the Black Sword was a once-in-a-billion-year talent.

He believed that the Blood Robe surpassed other Demon Disciples and was better than the Ice Sword, but he didn't think he could match the Black Sword.

At this moment...

His breathing quickened.

The Ancient Ancestor's wisdom was profound.

But as he quickened his pace, he couldn't stop.

Because the blood river before him was bubbling with foam.

One by one, blood pillars rose wildly.

Three, four, and then five!

The white-haired elder was stunned, completely shocked.

He stared at the blood river in disbelief, his mind reeling.

"Seven... pillars?"

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his thoughts were in disarray.

How could it be seven pillars!

This was the seventh layer! Reaching the seventh layer in the Ancestral Blood Art meant one could sleep soundly every day without cultivation, provided there were sufficient resources. After ten million years, one could directly enter the Yang Shen realm.

The seventh layer was a watershed.

Among all the Demon Disciples in the Nine Heavens, those who cultivated the Ancestral Blood Art to the seventh layer were rare, and they could only manage a single palm strike.

Now, there was one more person.

And their cultivation time in the Ancestral Blood Art... was measured in tens of thousands of years.

The result...

Half a year for the Blood Cloak? The elder was completely dumbfounded, or perhaps he didn't understand.

"Stop sucking in the cold air; I feel like this room is getting a bit warm. It's the seventh layer; quickly give me contribution points!"

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand, demanding contribution points.

After all, he still had to attend the Principle Debate Conference.

These words startled the elder.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

After all, in less than half a year, the Ancestral Blood Art had reached the seventh layer.

This was too shocking.

It was no less astonishing than an old ancestor being farted to death by a three-year-old.

"According to the procedure, I must report this to the higher-ups," the elder said with difficulty.

The scene before him was too exaggerated, too surreal, almost like a dream.

It was as if, on Blue Star, your neighbor claimed to have won the first prize in the lottery, with a billion-dollar reward, and you wouldn't believe it, thinking it was too absurd.

The elder dared not believe it; this matter needed to be reported to the higher-ups.

As the one in charge of the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, he had privileges that ordinary people didn't, which allowed him to convey information from the Ancestral Blood Pavilion to the old ancestor.

As he spoke, he took out a black incense stick and lit it.

In the Dark Demon Abyss, black was supreme.

The black incense represented the highest level of information.

After lighting it, the elder was a bit nervous, staring at the seven pillars with a dazed expression.

Beyond the sky.

The Ziyuan Ancestor was refining the Black Demon Ancestor's blood. After a moment, his expression turned worried.

"Sigh, I can't cultivate anymore. The Root Devil Tribulation is approaching, and with my current cultivation, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next Root Devil Tribulation."

Grand Supreme Enlightenment cultivators faced the Root Devil Tribulation when improving their cultivation.

The Root Devil Tribulation would become increasingly powerful.

Those who comprehended lower-grade Grand Supreme Enlightenments were easily destroyed in the Root Devil Sea.

Among Grand Supreme Enlightenment Yang Shen, there were few who died in battle, but many who perished in the Root Devil Tribulation.

Even some Grand Supreme Enlightenment cultivators fell to the Root Demon Tribulation.

Only those who mastered the Supreme Principle could face the Root Demon Tribulation without feeling like walking on thin ice.

"Is my limit only three tribulations?" Ziyuan Ancestor sighed.

He had only passed through three Root Demon Tribulations in the Grand Supreme Enlightenment realm.

Except for the Great Elder, no other Grand Supreme Enlightenment cultivator had survived four tribulations.

"The Lin Ya Transformation is also approaching. I guess I won't cultivate anymore. Sigh, being a Grand Supreme Enlightenment is truly difficult," Ziyuan Ancestor sighed, and then he thought of something and said with dissatisfaction, "Why did my stupid brain comprehend this grade of Grand Supreme Enlightenment?"

At this moment, a faint wisp of black smoke rose outside.

Ziyuan Ancestor's attention was slightly drawn.

"News from the Ancestral Blood Pavilion..."

His thoughts raced.

"Could it be that besides a Celestial Talent, there's also... the Blood Cloak being tested?"

After some thought, the possibility of the Blood Cloak being tested was the greatest.

His eyes lit up with anticipation: "Is there three layers, or even four!"

He had high hopes for the Blood Cloak.

The Black Sword and the Black Demon Ancestor's blood shared the same origin. It was normal for the Blood Cloak to cultivate the Ancestral Blood Art less effectively than the Black Sword, but as long as the difference wasn't too great, he could accept it.

His gaze fell on the black incense.

His eyes shifted.

"Seven layers?"

He was momentarily stunned.

Three months... seven layers? Are you even human!

The Blood Cloak hadn't cultivated the Ancestral Blood Art before, he was sure of it.

Seven layers in three months.

This was no longer the Blood Cloak cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art; it was the Ancestral Blood Art begging to be cultivated!

Ziyuan Ancestor waved his hand, and the interior of the Ancestral Blood Pavilion appeared before him.

Seven pillars of blood shone brilliantly!

This proved that the Blood Cloak had truly entered the seventh layer in three months!

He stared at Qi Yuan, his expression shocked, and then he exclaimed with joy, "Damn the Lin Ya Transformation, damn the Sixth Heaven, I won't serve you anymore!"

What he wanted to serve... was naturally the one before him.

Thinking of something, the Grand Supreme Enlightenment within him went wild.

He wanted to capture this heavenly secret and erase it.

PS: Starting tomorrow, 8,000 words every day this month!

Yes, this sentence is not for the readers but to motivate myself!

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