Deliveryman of the Heaven

"Don't say that. I would actually like to ask, you bookworm, who is your master?"    

    

Weiqing changed the topic.    

    

Yu Wen laughed," You have secrets, but I can't? When I was twelve years old, I had a bizarre dream. There was a man who claimed to be the Dao Ancestor of Illusory Dream who accepted me as his disciple and passed down a copy of the technique to me. However, he only taught me in his dream for three years and that technique never appeared again.    

    

Weiqing frowned: "Illusory Dream Dao Ancestor?"    

    

Tu Wuya clicked his tongue in wonder: "Ah, your two lives are still the best. Since we both have our own secrets, then I won't have any more. At most, I only went to the red light district to whorehouse a few times."    

    

After resting for a while, the three continued their journey.    

    

After spending about a day's worth of effort, Weiqing and his group arrived in front of a huge chasm. This bottomless chasm was like a gigantic scar at the bottom of the sea. It was also a warning to the trial-takers that once they crossed this chasm, they would officially enter the realm of Ruins of the Holy City. The group of people flew up one after another, striving to pass through the chasm as fast as possible in order to avoid encountering the undercurrents.    

    

The undercurrent hadn't met, but just as it was about to drift across the chasm, a large black fog floated out from the chasm, finally forming into an ancient ghost!    

    

The ghost glowed black and was as real as a ceramic. It outlined a complete human body, and its two eyes were adorned with two balls of white fire. It exuded a cold aura, the sea around it was cold and incipient. The ancient ghost quietly floated in the air. It held a rusted axe in its hand and didn't take the initiative to attack. Its expression was somewhat dull.    

    

"What should we do?" Tu Wuya asked Weiqing.    

    

Weiqing frowned: "What can we do, of course we have to kill our way through!"    

    

Fann Tong said: "But I heard that these spirits are almost immortal, and are extremely difficult to deal with!"    

    

Weiqing waved his hand and said: "Step back, let me handle this!" The others all stepped back, with Weiqing as the core. There was a kind of blind information about him, as though there was nothing that Weiqing could not handle.    

    

"I wonder if my blood can harm this ancient ghost?" After a baptism of Tian Loong Temple, not only did Weiqing's strength increase greatly, the most important thing was that his blood finally welcomed another sudden change. In the past, his blood was dyed red with a little bit of gold, but now, Weiqing's blood was much more solid with a lot of gold edges, and the power of his blood vessels was much more tyrannical than before.    

    

Yan Wuji had never made a move, but had been pushed to the top of this year's North Sea Hunt. The most important proof, was that Yan Wuji had awakened the Emperor Bloodline!    

    

No one understood the wonders of bloodline power better than Weiqing.    

    

One of the important reasons why the strength of the Heaven Realm remained the same was because of the bloodline inheritance.    

    

Take Yang Erlang for example, as the son of the War God, he had already stood at a level higher than his peers since the moment Yang Erlang was born. In the human world, this kind of bloodline was much more difficult to pass on. This was because the strength of the Mortal Dao cultivators were not enough, even if they had Tribulation Stage, it was still not enough. Simply put, the blood of a cultivator of the mortal world was too thin, and it was impossible for it to be passed on to the next generation.    

    

Someone wondered, why would Weiqing possess a Pure Yang bloodline?    

    

The reason was simple, because Weiqing's parents were not ordinary people. Their mother's status was a butterfly that survived from the Hundred Immortal Valley of an ancient ruin. As for Weiqing's father, although Weiqing was not many, he was definitely a rare genius from the Three Realms that had reached the Insightful Deficiency at the age of twenty-five. With such a powerful gene, it wasn't strange for Weiqing to have a pure Yang bloodline.    

    

Weiqing summoned out his Flying Sword, his sword thrusting forward, his body floating like a painting, the ancient ghost's white eyes flashed once, as though he felt a threat, and his axe flew towards Weiqing. Instantly, the ocean water was split open and a terrifying blade light descended in anger, slashing at Weiqing's Flying Sword. This time, Weiqing felt a sweet taste in his throat, as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.    

    

"Mortal-ranked magic treasure?" Weiqing never thought that this random Ancient Spirit that appeared out of nowhere would actually be a Human Ranked Artifact with a broken axe in its hand. It had such a powerful ability to pierce the air. With the successful attack, the spirits seemed to have been activated to the limit of killing. Without giving Weiqing time to catch his breath, they raised their broken axes and flew over!    

    

Weiqing did not dare to use his Flying Sword to clash head on with him, so he stepped on his Ripple Tiny Steps in the air, looking for a chance to strike again.    

    

Under normal circumstances, a person's soul would have to return to their Underworld to be reincarnated. Even if someone was hiding in the human world and was unwilling to be reincarnated, they would still face capture by the Underworld's people. There were very few people in the world who could truly cultivate beyond the law to become a demon. The ancient ruins did not have North Sea, but they were a special existence. There were a large number of residual souls of the ancient era here, but they were unable to enter the Underworld to reincarnate.    

    

Firstly, the current Underworld was not the Underworld. It did not have the qualifications to absorb the souls of different times, and there were no records of these remnant souls surviving in the Underworld either.    

    

Secondly, even if the Underworld wanted to get rid of these unstable soul fragments, it did not have the ability to come to this sea. The stronger the divine spark was, the stronger the backlash from the divine curse would be. As a result, the Underworld and People of the Heaven Realm simply could not control this region of space and time which was in complete chaos!    

    

Thus, these residual souls that had died in Ancient Powerhouse could only live on aimlessly, until their souls gradually dissipated.    

    

The stronger the Ancient Powerhouse was when they were alive, the stronger the remnant souls would become after they died. Thus, even after three thousand years had passed, their Ruins of the Holy City still contained extremely terrifying wandering souls. At this moment, Weiqing could be considered to have been hit on the head. He did not expect that a random ghost would actually take out a Human Ranked Artifact!    

    

From this, it could be seen just how astonishing the number of treasures Ruins of the Holy City were!    

    

"Puchi!"    

    

Although the ghost had lost its consciousness, it had an instinct to fight before it died. Once a fight broke out, it would not rest until it was dead. Its body was abnormally nimble, making it seem as if it was fighting with life on the line. There was no other way to protect its vital parts, because as a remnant spirit that had lost its physical body, the ghost only had one weakness, and that was to be killed by you. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been injured at all.    

    

Fortunately, Weiqing's cultivation had reached the Nascent Infant Stage, his legs were off the ground, and when he used Ripple Tiny Steps, it was even more smooth, so he was not in any danger for a while. While dodging, Weiqing found a place to go, bit the tongue and spat out blood towards the Spirit, like a blood sword spitting out, through the Nascent Infant Stage, it already possessed the power of exhaling and killing!    

    

Blood with a golden luster was spat on the ghost's body, and its eyes rolled up in anger.