The White Tiger Saint King’s words sent chills down Mo Fan’s spine.
He seemed to grasp something, yet it felt like he understood nothing.
It was as if this demon clan powerhouse before him was about to undertake an earth-shaking act.
But why involve him?
Could he refuse?
Mo Fan gave a bitter smile, about to speak, when the White Tiger Saint King added, “It’s also a chance to resolve the doubts in your heart.”
At this, Mo Fan fell silent, took a deep breath, and with a wave of his hand, the unconscious He Feifei lay on the ground. He nodded to the White Tiger Saint King. “Fine. This junior will accompany you, see the great mountains of the human race, witness your grandeur, and cheer you on.”
“Not bad for the Devouring Heaven lineage. Your ideas are always unexpected. I thought you’d refuse.”
The White Tiger Saint King’s words made Mo Fan’s eyes widen. He hadn’t realised refusal was an option.
Before he could speak again, it was too late. The White Tiger Saint King tapped his forehead, and Mo Fan felt a tremor, his body suddenly weightless.
When he came to, he saw a familiar figure.
A bald youth in a black robe.
Wasn’t that himself?
Mo Fan’s heart raced. He looked down, only vaguely seeing his own outline.
He was like a translucent shadow, filling him with dread.
“No need to panic. I’ve merely forced your consciousness out of your body for now. It’s easier to travel this way.”
The White Tiger Saint King smiled, waved his hand, and Mo Fan’s consciousness flew toward him through his body.
“Senior, we’re leaving our bodies here?”
“Won’t someone destroy them?”
Mo Fan asked, uneasy.
“Relax. No one dares touch my body. As for yours, if it’s destroyed, I’ll find you a better one.”
Mo Fan was speechless, inwardly cursing the “old schemer,” before an invisible force swept him skyward.
Looking down, he saw the Black Water River flash by, and in an instant, they were above Black Wind Mountain.
The mountain was still patrolled by human cultivators, some engaged in “demon fights,” pitting captured demons against each other, drawing excited cheers from onlookers.
“Slaughtering my demon clan’s sacred mountain, humiliating my people. They deserve death.”
Mo Fan thought the White Tiger Saint King would pass over Black Wind Mountain, but his voice thundered across the mountain, startling the cultivators below to look up.
Then, the White Tiger Saint King pressed down with one hand.
“Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft…”
In an instant, every human cultivator on Black Wind Mountain exploded into nothingness.
Whether in the Qi Refining or Foundation Building stage, none escaped. All perished instantly.
The terrifying scene left Mo Fan’s heart reeling.
Was this the power of a Demon Saint?
To wipe out an entire mountain of human cultivators from afar?
It was horrifying.
The surviving lesser demons on Black Wind Mountain stood stunned, trembling, some so terrified they lost control of their bowels.
The White Tiger Saint King shook his head helplessly and said calmly, “Little toad, do you know why I hold you in high regard?”
Mo Fan thought for a moment and replied, “You mentioned the ‘Devouring Heaven Bloodline’ earlier, so I boldly guess it’s related to that.”
“Smart.”
The White Tiger Saint King nodded with a smile, as if he hadn’t just annihilated a mountain of cultivators.
Seeing the nod, Mo Fan asked, “Senior, what exactly is the Devouring Heaven Bloodline? Is it because I awakened the Devouring Heaven divine ability?”
At this point, Mo Fan no longer hid it, admitting he had awakened the Devouring Heaven ability.
He realised the White Tiger Saint King already knew.
“How do you think you got that ability?”
The White Tiger Saint King sneered, took a deep breath, and said, “She once told me that in this world, there are many bloodlines and constitutions. Among the demon clan, there’s a forbidden bloodline called the Devouring Heaven Bloodline, also known as the Devouring Heaven Demon.
Their inheritance differs from other races. It’s not passed through reproduction but through the Devouring Heaven essence blood within their bodies. Thus, only one Devouring Heaven Demon can exist in each era.
In other words, the Devouring Heaven Demon isn’t a specific demon type but appears randomly.
I don’t know where you, little toad, got the Devouring Heaven essence blood, but you are indeed our demon clan’s forbidden bloodline.”
Forbidden bloodline, Devouring Heaven essence blood.
Mo Fan repeated the words in his mind, memories flashing until they settled on one scene.
In his previous life.
By chance, he obtained a blood-stained golden coin. Through a series of coincidences, he put it in his mouth, and somehow ended up in this world.
So, if his Devouring Heaven Bloodline came from the essence blood, it must be the blood on that coin.
After arriving in this world, Mo Fan noticed the bloodstains on the coin were gone, and it shone brighter.
He hadn’t thought much of it before, but the White Tiger Saint King’s words connected everything.
“So, the golden coin is tied to the Devouring Heaven Demon?”
Mo Fan murmured to himself, then thought of a chilling question.
If the Devouring Heaven Bloodline was tied to the essence blood, could the White Tiger Saint King forcibly extract it to create a new Devouring Heaven Demon?
“You needn’t worry. The Devouring Heaven Demon is called a forbidden bloodline for a reason. It’s not easily taken. I asked her the same question, and even she couldn’t do it.
This means the forbidden bloodline can’t be artificially replicated. Only when you’re strong enough can you nurture that true drop of Devouring Heaven essence blood to pass it on.
But by then, you’ll likely be at the end of your path.”
The White Tiger Saint King, seeing Mo Fan’s concern, snorted. “If I could take your Devouring Heaven Bloodline, you wouldn’t be alive now.”
His words quietly eased Mo Fan’s heart, but he still asked, “Senior, you knew I had the Devouring Heaven Bloodline from our first meeting, didn’t you?”
“Indeed.” The White Tiger Saint King nodded.
“How did you know?”
Mo Fan was puzzled, this being one of his unresolved mysteries.
“She once gave me a bone that can sense the Devouring Heaven Bloodline. Not only that, it can suppress its power.”
The White Tiger Saint King glanced at Mo Fan and smiled. “I think you know what bone that is.”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, his heart finding an answer.
No wonder the White Tiger Saint King had taken an interest in him from the start. No wonder he couldn’t use his divine ability by the Black Water River.
It was all because of that bone.
Though the White Tiger Saint King didn’t say what it was, Mo Fan knew it was a Devouring Heaven Demon Bone.
Left by a Devouring Heaven Demon far stronger than him.
At that moment, the distant horizon churned, clouds roiling. A massive sword aura tore through the sea of clouds, slashing from afar.
The sword aura, spanning dozens of miles, surged forward, splitting the vast cloud sea in two, leaving a blazing white line in the sky.
A sword from the east.
