Chapter 883: The Heavenly Emperor!

Yanlong, the artifact spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Ring, was a fearsome presence in the cultivation chamber. His race had long been extinct, unseen for many years, and no one knew where the White-robed Supreme had obtained him.

Yanlong fed on souls, the most vulnerable part of a person. Everyone feared him, even the old monsters.

In Yang Tian's mind, Yanlong was very mysterious, capable of slaying terrifying souls, and had saved his life many times. But today, he actually cursed, leaving Yang Tian stunned.

"Emperor blood?" His eyes flickered with doubt. Yanlong had always been calm, yet now he cursed. Yang Tian couldn't help recalling Yanlong's words.

Yang Tian himself was an Emperor Lord, with emperor blood in his veins. But why did Qing Xiaoyue have it? Even so, it shouldn't have shocked Yanlong so much.

"Could Xiaoyue's ancestor be an Emperor Lord?" Yang Tian looked at her with a strange expression, his face full of curiosity.

Qing Xiaoyue's mouth gaped like an egg. This black dragon was so agitated that he cursed at the sight of her. And what was emperor blood?

Yanlong's face burned with fervor, his eyes constantly scanning Xiaoyue, like a lecher starved for years, as if drool might drip down.

"What are you doing?" Qing Xiaoyue's heart leaped in alarm, stepping back. Could this guy be...?

Thinking of that, Qing Xiaoyue felt nauseous, even sick to her stomach. She wrinkled her delicate face and pouted.

Yanlong seemed to read her thoughts and couldn't help blushing. He rolled his eyes and said, "Little girl, did your ancestors produce an Emperor?"

Hearing this, Qing Xiaoyue's eyes widened. She exclaimed, "What Emperor? The Jade Emperor?"

"You have emperor blood in you, which means you are a descendant of an Emperor." Yanlong said gravely.

"Think carefully." Yang Tian stroked his chin, his eyes uncertain.

"Oh, right, my great-grandfather said I was a descendant of the Azure Emperor. He must have been lying. The Azure Emperor is a mythical figure; how could I be his descendant?" Qing Xiaoyue thought for a moment, then exclaimed.

Then her eyes widened. "Could I really be a descendant of the Azure Emperor?"

Yanlong pondered for a while. He didn't know much about that era. There had been many Heavenly Emperors, but now hardly anyone remembered those past events, let alone the existence of emperor blood.

"Senior Yanlong, what is this emperor blood?" Jiang Nan clenched his fist and couldn't help asking, sensing it was no small matter.

"Back then, the Master sought emperor blood for decades but never found it. I never expected you to stumble upon it." Yanlong couldn't help a bitter laugh. Truly, fate played tricks.

"She has emperor blood in her, meaning she is a descendant of a Heavenly Emperor, once the master of heaven and earth. It's terrifying, beyond our reach, alas." Yanlong sighed.

"Master of heaven and earth." Qing Xiaoyue smacked her lips, amazed that her ancestor was so formidable.

"What use is the emperor blood in her?" Jiang Nan thought for a moment, also finding it a headache. Such a thing might be suitable for cultivation.

"The celestial mechanism is chaotic. The Master has disrupted heaven and earth. Now, who knows what will happen." Yanlong took a deep breath. Even if they had found it earlier, it wouldn't have prevented so many troubles.

"Is emperor blood very powerful?" Qing Xiaoyue's eyes sparkled. She stared and said, "Can I start cultivating now?"

Yanlong was speechless. If she couldn't cultivate, then the entire cultivation world might as well become mortals.

"This emperor blood is the bloodline of the Heavenly Emperor, far stronger than divine blood. This bloodline has not appeared for a very long time, a very long time." Yanlong sighed slowly.

Even Yang Tian's mouth twitched. Emperor blood was so terrifying, many times more powerful than divine blood. If this got out, no one would believe it.

"This is a lost heritage. Your ancestral land should have left behind some things, right?" Yanlong inquired.

"I don't know. My great-grandfather never told me about these things." Qing Xiaoyue pouted, but her heart was full of longing.

"Once the matter of the Book of Life and Death is settled, let's go to Xiaoyue's ancestral land. Maybe we'll find something." Yang Tian stroked his chin, glancing around.

"That's a good idea. A descendant of the Heavenly Emperor—how exciting." Yanlong's body slowly dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, Qing Xiaoyue looked around and asked in surprise, "Brother Yang Tian, where did that dragon go?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nan scratched his head and smiled faintly. "He's in a space. Don't concern yourself with these matters for now."

"Stingy." Qing Xiaoyue snorted. Her whole body was wreathed in golden glow, emitting divine radiance, like a goddess descending.

"Let's go first and see who attacked us." Jiang Nan's eyes flashed with killing intent as he shouted.

His sleeve flicked slightly, and the two vanished from this realm. The merit was still dissipating, meaning the one wielding the Book of Life and Death was still at work.

Far away in a castle, pitch-black inside, exuding a chilling aura that made one's hair stand on end.

Inside, heavy panting erupted. The Red-robed Archbishop was drenched in sweat, exhausted, his hand holding the brush trembling.

On the Book of Life and Death, the last character was difficult to write. A terrifying resistance from heaven and earth seemed to interfere with his writing of that character.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!" The Red-robed Archbishop let out a low roar, like a demon, howling madly.

He didn't know why this character was so hard to write. He had been stuck on the last stroke for a long time, unable to finish it.

The Red-robed Archbishop's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't believe his divine energy had vanished. If it truly had, he didn't know if he could survive.

He knew very well how many people he had killed over the years, even challenging the leaders of nations. If he truly lost this ability, those people would probably flay him alive.

Far away in the outside world, Yang Tian traversed mountains and rivers. With each step, countless landscapes receded. Along the way, he encountered many strange regions, but since the merit was dissipating, finding the Book of Life and Death was the top priority.

"Oh my god, we're at sea." Qing Xiaoyue stared fearfully at the boundless ocean, feeling like an ant. The sea below seemed like an endless abyss.

Majestic and magnificent, boundless and terrifying—that was the sea, vast in momentum.

"Powerful cultivators can burn mountains and boil seas. Once you enter the cultivation world, you'll learn that no matter how small a person is, they can eventually shake heaven and earth." Yang Tian said with a smile.

"You're lying. There's no such powerful person." Qing Xiaoyue was full of doubt. Mainly, the ocean was too terrifying, boundless, able to swallow one's soul, inspiring fear, especially from her vantage point.