Undying Blood: The Path of the Ancient God

Chapter 2

Such a heinous crime wouldn't have be tolerated had it not been for the longstanding merits of Mu's lineage towards the Hengshan sect.

Merely practicing demonic methods was enough to ruin Mu Qiu forever!

Despite all that, he became a beast, despised by everyone.

Laughable indeed, practicing a demonic method, causing harm to so many innocent girls!

If not beasts, what are they?

Feng Rong and Zhao Liqing, both have advanced to the inner sect.

One is acclaimed as one of the twelve roses of the sect.

The other has become a true disciple on the Wind and Cloud List.

Speaking of which, Feng Rong and Zhao Liqing are from the neighboring village.

They used to study in the same private school when they were children.

They came to participate in the Hengshan Sect's examination together.

If it were not for Mu Qiu's insistence, how would they have been taken into the sect?

However, what he never imagined was that...

A person who thought she loved him the most and a brother who thought could fight alongside him.

Both betrayed him on the same day.

Stepping out of the cold spring, Mu Qiu's fists were clenched tightly, and he murmured to himself, "Feng Rong, Zhao Liqing, I, Mu Qiu, don't hate you. But what I hate most is someone taking what belongs to me. Everything I've lost, I will take back personally, piece by piece."

Bright red blood oozed from the tight gaps of Mu Qiu's clenched fists and dripped slowly.

So what if my dantian is shattered?

With one punch smashing the roadblock boulder, Mu Qiu murmured to himself, "My dantian is shattered, but I still have my physical body. There were cultivators in the ancient times who proved their Dao through strength. If they could do it, so can I, Mu Qiu."

Though that being said, there is less than half a month left for the inner sect assessment.

If he failed the assessment again, even if the sect elders were to consider their old fondness for him, there was still a high possibility of being expelled from the sect!

Thinking about this, Mu Qiu sighed, feeling more and more that the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.

At this moment, it was noon.

While the other disciples had gone to the dining hall for lunch, Mu Qiu had no appetite at all.

Tempering the physical body involves continuously pushing past one's limits.

If there are no limits, how can one break through?

Even if the hope was faint.

He would still strive hard and must persist!

Sitting cross-legged by the pool, Mu Qiu half-closed his eyes to meditate.

Suddenly, a fierce wind blew up!

Rumbling...

In an instant, the sound of thunder roared.

What was originally a clear, cloudless sky, abruptly became overcast.

It was as if daylight had instantly turned into night.

In a blink, a torrential downpour fell.

Countless flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, tearing the heavens like millions of silver dragons.

Awakening abruptly, Mu Qiu sprung up, intending to find shelter from the rain.

Unexpectedly, just as he got up, a crimson bolt of lightning seemed to be drawn by some force, following the rainwater and landing on the waterfall.

Subsequently, it raced straight towards Mu Qiu along the waterfall.

"Uh..."

Everything happened too quickly for Mu Qiu to dodge.

Struck by lightning, without even a chance to yell out, Mu Qiu's eyes rolled back and he collapsed into the pool of water.

However, Mu Qiu's consciousness remained clear.

In his sea of consciousness, accompanied by that crimson bolt, a blood-colored crystal suddenly appeared.

Mysteriously, it was drawing Mu Qiu's consciousness closer and closer...

Boom!

His consciousness thundered, and his sea of consciousness roiled!

The next moment, Mu Qiu found himself in a blood-red space.

Beneath his feet, a blood-colored altar floated in the air.

All around, there was a haze of red mist.

The red mist looked like blood.

Suddenly, on the altar, Mu Qiu heard a voice as if from ancient times, "Blood stains all eras, power breaks all heavens, inheritance of the ancient gods, begins..."

Ahead, a blood-red stone staircase emerged unexpectedly.

Atop the stairs, the blood mist was even denser.

At a glance, it seemed like a stairway to heaven, with no end in sight.

In his mind, countless images flashed by.

It felt as if a memory was being forcefully implanted.

Pain!

A tearing headache!

Not until moments later, did the headache subside.

"Ancient god... inheritance?"

Kneeling on the ground, Mu Qiu was gasping heavily, his face full of disbelief.

So, the blood crystal in his sea of consciousness was a kind of inheritance.

The space he was in at the moment was an inheritance space.

This is, the legacy of the ancient gods!

As the scenes flashed by, Mu Qiu began to understand the power of the ancient gods.

In the desolate ancient times, there existed a race of ancient gods!

These ancient gods were capable of contending with heaven and earth.

With a single finger, they could sever mountains and rivers!

With a punch, they could shatter stars!

And with rage, they could burn all the heavens!

Importantly, these ancient gods only cultivated their bodies, using strength to prove the Dao!

Among them, the strongest were like stars within their bodies, traveling through the cosmos.

They issued commands to all races, causing heaven and earth to tremble.

"If I could inherit the ancient god's legacy…" Mu Qiu suddenly raised his head, looking at the blood-red stairway before him.

At present, he merely possesses the qualification to receive the legacy.

The true legacy of the ancient gods, requires him to continually ascend this stairway in front of him.

Ascending these steps is like climbing to heaven, each step forms a blue cloud.

With each step he climbs, he will obtain a bit of the ancient god's power.

The physical body, thus, becomes a bit stronger.

If reaching the tenth tier, one will receive a drop of Ancient God's blood.

The blood of the Ancient God, a single drop weighs as heavy as a thousand catties.

An ordinary person consuming it, his life will be extended by a thousand years.

A cultivator consuming it, the path to immortality is foreseeable!

Having qualified for the Ancient God's Inheritance, a wave of joy couldn't help but surge through Mu Qiu's heart.

This meant that entering the Inner Sect wasn't entirely out of reach!

After the initial excitement, a sense of solemnity set in.

"Phew!"

Mu Qiu let out a long sigh, trying hard to regain his composure.

He took a step forward.

Pushing off with his left foot, he suddenly steeped onto the blood-red celestial steps.

However, the moment his foot struck the step, an immense pressure came sweeping in.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Mu Qiu was sent flying by the pressure, heavily crashing onto the sacrificial altar.

"Damn it!"

It seemed that the Ancient God's Inheritance was not easy to come by.