"I donât understand what the elder means."
Ling Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly; she couldnât discern the elderâs true intentions and didnât know what he was aiming for.
After all, Ling Xiaoxiao couldnât trust an elder who sheâd never met before.
"The young girl is very clever, highly alert, really impressive. It seems the Rakshasa tribe is better than I imagined," the elder said with a satisfied smile.
"Young lady, whatâs your name?" the elder asked with a smile.
"Ling Xiaoxiao," Ling Xiaoxiao replied without concealing.
"I am Ling Aofeng. You probably havenât heard of me, as itâs been many years," the elder said with a calm smile.
"Was it the elder who summoned me here?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked.
Ling Aofeng nodded, "Yes, I summoned you here to pass on some things to you. Now, I am just an energy form, having died many years ago."
Ling Xiaoxiao wasnât surprised by the elderâs words because she could see that the elder was just a form of energy.
However, Ling Aofengâs words greatly surprised Ling Xiaoxiao.
"Inheritance?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked in confusion, looking at Ling Aofeng.
"I am the ancestor of the Ancient Rakshasa Clan," Ling Aofeng said with a faint smile.
"What? Ancestor of the Ancient Rakshasa Clan?" Ling Xiaoxiaoâs eyes widened instantly. Though she had guessed Ling Aofeng was related to the Rakshasa tribe, she hadnât thought that the elder before her was the ancestor of the Ancient Rakshasa Clan.
Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned and couldnât get back to reality for a long time.
As Ling Xiaoxiao was dazed, Ling Aotian pointed a finger, tapping Ling Xiaoxiao on her forehead, and a vast amount of information flooded into Ling Xiaoxiaoâs mind.
Ling Xiaoxiao fainted instantly.
"The bloodline power has not fully awakened yet, but being able to awaken it to this extent on oneâs own is already very remarkable. It seems the Rakshasa tribe hasnât declined after all," Ling Aofeng said with a mix of emotion and happiness.
Ling Aofeng waved his hand, enveloping Ling Xiaoxiao with a terrifying force, lifting her into the air. A vast yet gentle bloodline power was forcibly infused into Ling Xiaoxiaoâs body.
Ling Aofeng was helping Ling Xiaoxiao complete the final awakening.
"Buzz buzz!"
The tyrannical ancient bloodline power spread from Ling Xiaoxiaoâs body, growing stronger, causing the platform to vibrate.
With the complete awakening of the ancient bloodline power, Ling Xiaoxiaoâs cultivation soared to the realm of a Four-Star Divine Emperor.
"I will also leave my power to you; the revival of the Rakshasa tribe depends on you," Ling Aofeng muttered to himself.
Ling Aofeng formed hand seals, sealing a purple energy within Ling Xiaoxiaoâs body.
This was Ling Aofengâs inheritance!
Ling Aofeng didnât just seal his power within Ling Xiaoxiaoâs body; he also helped Ling Xiaoxiao absorb some power, enhancing her cultivation.
Five-Star Divine Emperor.
Six-Star Divine Emperor.
Seven-Star Divine Emperor.
Eight-Star Divine Emperor.
Nine-Star Divine Emperor.
In less than an hour, Ling Xiaoxiaoâs cultivation surged again, stopping at the realm of a Nine-Star Divine Emperor.
Originally, Ling Aofeng intended to help Ling Xiaoxiao break through to Divine Venerate but had to abandon the idea as her cultivation was too weak, rapid improvement could affect her foundation.
Therefore, Ling Aofeng had no choice but to give up.
If not for Ling Xiaoxiaoâs solid foundation, Ling Aofeng wouldnât dare to help her enhance her cultivation to this extent.
It is unknown how much time passed, but Ling Aofengâs ethereal form was nearly invisible.
Ling Xiaoxiao, who had been unconscious, slowly opened her eyes.
"Heh, youâre awake?" Ling Aofeng said with a faint smile.
"Junior pays respect to the ancestor," Ling Xiaoxiao immediately knelt down, having evidently absorbed the information in her mind.
"You just advanced to Nine-Star Divine Emperor; stabilize your realm here for now. My energy is nearly depleted; I hope the Rakshasa tribe can revive under your leadership," Ling Aofeng said with a joyful smile.
"Nine-Star Divine Emperor?" Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then checked herself, mouth agape.
"Donât worry, the enhancement of your cultivation wonât affect your foundation. My inheritance is sealed within you; refine it well," Ling Aofeng said with a faint smile, his ethereal form disappearing completely.
"Ancestor! Ancestor!" Ling Xiaoxiao reached out but was already a step too late, overwhelmed with sadness.
"Thank you, ancestor. Hope you can hear me," Ling Xiaoxiao expressed her gratitude inwardly.
"Rest assured, Xiao Xiao will not disappoint you and will surely revive the Rakshasa tribe!" Ling Xiaoxiao vowed with determination, her beautiful eyes filled with confidence.
After Ling Aofeng disappeared, the mysterious space vanished as well.
With the disappearance of the mysterious space, Ling Xiaoxiao realized she was atop a towering mountain.
"This is still Beast Spirit Mountain," Ling Xiaoxiao muttered, then quickly entered the space ring, sitting down to practice.
With a seven-star cultivation boost, Ling Xiaoxiao needed to solidify her realm quickly.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Beside Beast Spirit Lake, Ye Jianying paced anxiously; it had been three days, and he couldnât sit still, thinking several times about interrupting Feng Wuchenâs cultivation but restrained himself.
After all, it was the crucial moment for Feng Wuchen to break through to Two-Star God Venerate.
"Why doesnât the silly boy use the space ring to cultivate? Itâs been three days," Ye Jianying fretted, nearly in tears from worry.
Three more days went by, Ye Jianying was beginning to despair.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a blast broke the silence of Beast Spirit Lake.
"Buzz buzz!"
A terrifying energy erupted from Feng Wuchenâs body, causing nearby mountains to shake violently, the lakeâs water to churn wildly.
"He broke through! Two-Star God Venerate! Thatâs great!" Ye Jianying rejoiced.
Yes, Feng Wuchen smoothly advanced to the realm of Two-Star God Venerate.
Feng Wuchen slowly opened his eyes, two streams of sharp light bursting forth, his face showing a pleased smile.
"As expected of the Burial Immortal Profound Soul Fruit, its pure energy is enormous. Even without the Divine Ring, I can break through within half a month," Feng Wuchen said with excitement.
"Feng Wuchen!" Ye Jianying flew over quickly.
"Roar roar!"
As Ye Jianying approached, two fierce beasts immediately emitted low growls, their fierce looks fixed on Ye Jianying, ready to attack him at any moment.
However, Ye Jianying ignored them.
"Why are you here?" Feng Wuchen looked at Ye Jianying in surprise.
"Iâve been waiting for you for six days! Xiao Xiao is in trouble!" Ye Jianying said anxiously.
"What? Xiao Xiao is in trouble? Whatâs going on? Is it the Guardian Spirit Clan?" Feng Wuchen listened, his face instantly turning grim.
"No, itâs not the Guardian Spirit Clan," Ye Jianying hurriedly shared the bizarre incident from that day with Feng Wuchen.
"She disappeared into thin air? Tian Tu canât sense her?" Feng Wuchen looked shocked.
"Master, Iâve been searching these days and havenât found any trace of Xiao Xiao; I canât sense any energy," Tian Tuâs voice came.
"Could Xiao Xiao really be under control?" Feng Wuchen speculated with a frown.
Ye Jianying said gravely, "At that time, Xiao Xiao seemed confused and indeed under control, but somehow not quite; I couldnât sense anything except Xiao Xiaoâs bloodline power."
"Quickly take me to the place where Xiao Xiao disappeared." Feng Wuchen urged.