Undying Blood: The Path of the Ancient God

Chapter 3

The pressure atop the blood-red celestial steps was the true test for the Ancient God's Inheritance.

Only by passing the test could one qualify for the inheritance.

"Once more!"

This time, prepared and vigilant, Mu Qiu adjusted his physical function to its best state.

Giving a low shout, his body tautened.

Veins bulged, and muscles rippled.

Stepping forward with his left foot,

The overwhelming pressure attacked once again!

Mu Qiu braced himself against it, gritting his teeth.

Bloody froth bubbled from his nose and mouth.

Cracks surfaced on his body, with trickles of blood staining his skin a scarlet hue.

Finally, at the brink of exhaustion, he managed to place his right foot on the first step of the Heavenly Stairs.

The moment Mu Qiu ascended the Stairs, the oppressive force dissipated.

Feeling like a weight had been lifted, Mu Qiu's legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the surface of the Stairs.

At this moment, a gust of bloody mist engulfed the sky, eerily seeping through Mu Qiu's pores and entering his body.

Mu Qiu could distinctly feel the blood fog inside him continuously coalescing, dispersing, then coalescing again.

It cycled endlessly, forming a tremendous force within him.

The power of the ancient god!

Under such power spreading, the cracks on his body healed rapidly.

Every bone, muscle, organ and even every cell in his body was going through a change.

Reborn!

Most importantly, even his originally shattered dantian, was also healing...

This discovery made Mu Qiu overjoyed.

However, at the peek of his excitement, the suppression surge resurfaced.

Mu Qiu was once again catapulted by the pressure!

"The first stage is far from enough!"

"Again!"

He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, Mu Qiu's eyes were crazed.

He let out a long howl, stepping once again onto the Heavenly Stairs.

Once upon a time, he had tried countless times to restore his dantian.

Seeing hope now, how could he not try his best?

After all, he had been honing his physical body for these three years. He knew that if he wished to prove his ways through strength, he must continually break through his limits.

Thinking this way, Mu Qiu became even more crazed.

Time and again, he was catapulted out.

Endlessly, he gritted his teeth and stepped back on.

In the end, it was sheer willpower that kept him going!

Mu Qiu's will, through these three years of dignity trampled and lost in the abyss, had been honed to an unsurpassed hardness!

Today, no one could stop him from continuously receiving the heritage of the ancient gods!

Not even the heavens themselves!

...

It was hard to tell how much time had passed.

When Mu Qiu set foot on the third step of the Heavenly Staircase,

Finally, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he found himself back in the mortal world.

He lay by the side of a pool, soaking wet.

The scenes just now, as if they had never occurred at all!

"The heritage of the Ancient God!"

He abruptly sat up and hastily began to check his own body.

Mu Qiu was terrified that everything he had experienced before was just a dream!

Fortunately, upon examining himself, he found that his internal bones, meridians, and organs were all glowing with a faint red light.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief; a weight lifted off his heart.

Standing up, he clenched his fists forcefully.

Even more surprisingly, he could feel a significant increase in the power of his flesh.

Previously shattered, there was now a trace of spiritual energy flowing in his dantian.

Within his sea of consciousness, the blood-colored crystal lay motionless.

"It's not a dream!"

Mu Qiu burst out laughing.

Excitement surfaced on his face.

At that moment, his stomach grumbled.

"I'm so hungry!"

Only now did Mu Qiu realize how hungry he was...

Indeed, he was extremely hungry, a hunger he had never experienced before!

Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds were gone, and the sky was clear again.

The time was still early, and the meal time hadn't passed yet.

Mu Qiu got up and ran towards the dining hall.

At this moment, most of the disciples had finished eating.

When Mu Qiu arrived, not many disciples were left in the dining hall.

Rushing to the serving window, Mu Qiu anxiously said, "Quick, give me some food, spiritual grain, steamed chicken, stewed fish... Give me three of each to start with."

In Hengshan Sect, even for outer disciples, the food was far better than worldly meals.

Chicken, duck, fish, and meat here were as common as home-cooked food!

In a village like Mu's, this feast was only available during the New Year!

"Humph, don't choke yourself to death," sneered the disciple in charge of serving the meal. He glared at Mu Qiu, but still gave Mu Qiu three portions.

After all, Hengshan Sect did not limit the disciples' meal portion.

Being able to eat was indeed a blessing!

Balancing the dishes, Mu Qiu randomly found a seat and began to gorge.

His eating faces seemed to be starving for a long time!

He didn't look like a disciple of the immortal sect at all. He truly looked like a starved ghost reborn…

Just as Mu Qiu had eaten halfway through, a figure slowly stepped up to him.

"Oh, isn't this our genius, Mu?" The speaker was a young man with a face full of freckles named Zhao Wuliang. He looked at Mu Qiu with a mocking tone, "When did our Brother Mu become such a big eater? That's right, besides eating, what else can our Brother Mu do now?"

With that, he burst into loud laughter.

Though Zhao Wuliang was only a martial artist of the fourth stage, he often behaved recklessly and arrogantly due to his cousin, who was now a senior brother in the outer sect.

Because of this connection, no one dared to provoke him.

It seemed to stem from a past incident where he was once taught a lesson by Mu Qiu.

Over the years, whenever Zhao Wuliang ran into him, he would always stop Mu Qiu just to humiliate him.

Of course, he never dared to go too far.

In-fighting among the sect's disciples was prohibited.

Mu Qiu simply glanced at Zhao Wuliang and remained silent, keeping his head down to continue eating.

Zhao Wuliang was displeased with Mu Qiu's attitude, and he knocked over the serving plate in annoyance.

He stopped laughing, sneered, "Eat, eat, eat. How does a waste like you still have the face to loaf around Hengshan Sect, eating for free?"

He swept all the food on the table onto the floor.

Glancing at the food scattered all over the floor, Mu Qiu didn't say a word, instead coldly staring at Zhao Wuliang.

Underneath the table, his fists were clenched tight, making squeaking noises.

"What's this? Brother Mu is truly angry?" Seeing Mu Qiu like this, Zhao Wuliang became even more smug. He scratched his ear and teased, "Come on, if you really have the guts, come and hit me. Hit me here. If you don't, from now on, wherever your lord Zhao passes, you will have to give way. Got it?"

As if intending to make Mu Qiu embarrassed, Zhao Wuliang spoke very loudly.

A crowd of disciples gathered around, bursting with anticipation.