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"Qingyang, how do you feel about this golden flame?" A wisp of golden flame danced between his fingers.

"Warmth, familiarity." The feeling that Qingyang had displayed just now.

Feeling slightly warm in his heart, Taiyi nodded and smiled, "Naturally. This Grand Sun Primordial Flame can only be cultivated by my clan."

"Uncle, is there any other way to save your residual soul?" Azure Sun suddenly asked.

With a slight tremble of his finger, the golden flame was extinguished.

Taking a deep breath, Tai Yi calmed down the chaotic emotions in his heart. He smiled and said, "Qingyang, this is heaven's will. Don't mention it again."

Qingyang felt extremely sour in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

Tai Yi suddenly said with a stern face, "Qingyang, do you know which sacred art I relied on to make my stand on the Primordial Continent? And how can that ancient Witch clan fight against us? "

After pondering for a moment, Qingyang shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. Actually, he didn't even know who the Ancient Shaman Tribe and Supreme One were before today, so how would he know about their respective abilities?

"The Witch clan relies on flesh. But I relied on the Grand Sun Primordial Flame and the Primal Chaos Bell. " Tai Yi spoke with pride, "The ancient witch clans can become saints, but the twelve Ancestral Magi can control gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, electricity, time, weather, space, and speed."

"Grand Sun Primordial Flame? Chaos clock? To become a saint through strength? " "What kind of sacred art is this?"

Laughing softly, Tai Yi continued, "Now, I will pass on to you my clan's divine art, Golden Crow Brilliance. It can absorb the Grand Sun Primordial Fire into your body and is divided into three levels. Your soul is completely owned by the Golden Crow, so you must be blessed by the heavens to be able to cultivate it. "

"However, before that, I need you to consume something."

"Uncle, what is it?"

With a flip of his hand, a jasper bottle appeared in his hand.

"Uncle, what is this?" When Qingyang saw the Purified Bottle that had appeared in his hands, he was somewhat surprised and asked.

"The lifeblood essence of Di Jiang, one of the twelve Ancestral Warlocks of the Witch Clan." Tai Yi said with a smile, "When I died that year, a strand of my remnant soul resided in the Primal Chaos Bell. However, I discovered that there was a drop of Di Jiang's lifeblood essence in it. It's not much use to me. But it can make your body become as strong as a devil's. "

"Lifeblood Essence?" Qingyang vaguely knew in his mind that this person's blood came from an innate treasure, and was formed from the food and drink of the Houtian realm martial artists. This Life Essence Blood was formed from the energy of the body's essence and contained several drops.

He nodded his head and flicked his finger. The bottle stopper automatically flew out and a bewitching purple drop of blood slowly floated in front of Qingyang.

"Take it." Tai Yi said softly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qingyang opened his mouth and sucked the purplish-red blood droplet into his mouth. Taiyi, who was standing beside him, smiled as he watched Qingyang absorb Di Jiang's blood essence.

As soon as it entered his throat, Qingyang felt a scorching sensation spreading out from his throat, quickly spreading to every part of his body.

"I'll protect you!" "The Spiritual Altar is like a lake!" Tai Yi shouted coldly.

A moment later, the muscles, meridians, and bones in Qingyang's body began to break and fuse back together bit by bit.

Pain. There was only one thought that existed in Azure Sun's mind, and that was that he wished he were dead. However, what was strange was that Qingyang was becoming more and more clear-headed. The pain was magnified infinitely.

Tai Yi, who was at the side, slightly frowned as he looked at Qingyang with a serious expression. At the same time, golden beams of light shot out from his palms and continuously landed on Qingyang's body.

The specks of golden light slowly fused with his new muscles, meridians, and bones. At this moment, the Azure Sun looked like a precious object with a threatening golden light.

He knew that consuming the Ancestral Voodoo blood would require him to go through torture before his body could continue to grow stronger, and having a clear consciousness that would cause pain to increase was also the best way to cultivate willpower and consciousness.

Even though Qingyang had two souls and seven souls that were the Golden Crow, his physical body was still that of a mortal. Even if he consumed the blood essence of the River Emperor, it was impossible for him to completely absorb it within a few days. Only by modifying Qingyang's physical body with his physical strength would he be able to withstand the Grand Sun Primordial Flame and store it within his body.

About four hours later, the last bit of Taiyi's magic power was used up and the transformation of Qingyang's body was finally completed.

He let out a long sigh. His face was as pale as paper. He was smiling tiredly, but the look in his eyes showed that his heart was filled with joy at this moment.

Qingyang's body might not be able to freely release the Grand Sun Primordial Flame, but he could store some of it within his body. Currently, it was more than enough to protect his life in the Nine Prefectures.

Looking at Qingyang's somewhat sinister face, Tai Yi muttered to himself in a low voice, "Qingyang, let uncle repair your incomplete soul. This is what uncle will do for you in the end."

Even before he finished speaking, Taiyi's body slowly dispersed and a strand of golden mist gathered above Qingyang's head. When Taiyi's body completely disappeared, the golden mist swiftly entered Qingyang's mind through his seven orifices.

"The second tribulation is that the Dao of the Heavens requires the humankind to become the ruler of the great wastelands, and all Lich shall perish ?"

"The Sun's Child was a Three-legged Golden Crow, and there were ten of them. Back then, Houyi shot and killed them, and only nine of them were left alive. I wasn't able to protect my nephews ?"

"The Grand Sun Primordial Flame can burn all living things in the world, even the twelve Ancestral Magi have to avoid it, and enter a dark realm of fire and fire ?"

"The day after the Pangu Axe was opened, it turned into three supreme innate treasures, with the Yuqing Primordial Heavenly Sovereign holding onto the Pangu Banner, the Pangu Banner breaking through all chaos, I, Li Jun, hold onto the primal chaos diagram, the primal chaos diagram fixes the earth, water, fire and wind, I hold onto the chaos bell, the primal chaos clock controls three thousand primordial worlds and countless primordial demons. The chaos bell is the gate of the Heaven Realm, the first of the ten great artifacts is enough to destroy the heavens and devour the heavens. You can use it after you reach the Heavenly Immortal cultivation level ?"

"Di Jiang is one of the 12 Ancestral Warlocks of the ancient Witch clan. If you absorb this drop of blood essence, you should be able to inherit Di Jiang's ability to control space and speed. All of these will depend on your own comprehension ?"

One after another, information regarding the prehistoric era, the demon clan, and the Supreme One Demon Clan appeared in his mind.

"Qingyang, a wisp of my remnant soul can help you recover your missing soul, which is also the last thing uncle can do. "The people of the demon clan aren't afraid of death. Before, I still had some obsession with the broken soul, but now that my wish has been fulfilled, this chaos bell is uncle's gift to you. Don't weaken its mighty name ?"

"Roughly ten years later, the Primal Chaos Bell will undo the seal and the gate to the Immortal Mortal Realm will open again. Don't be sad, Qingyang, I can help you fill up your missing soul, that's enough ?"

Even though Qingyang hadn't yet opened his eyes, tears were already streaming down his face as these words flashed through his mind.

Even if it was just his first time seeing his uncle, even if he didn't protect himself thousands of years ago, all of this had moved Qingyang countless times in a single night.

Three souls, seven souls. One of them was the result of his own uncle's death. In order to make his mortal body able to withstand the Grand Sun Primordial Flame, Taiyi had used all of his mana to reform his own body.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, realizing that he was sitting cross-legged in his own room in the Eastern Residence. He raised his hands slightly, and a wisp of golden flames flickered between his fingers. His skin glowed faintly like fire jade.

Feeling every change in his physical body, Qingyang understood that what had just happened was not a dream.

The drop of blood essence was currently floating above Qingyang's dantian. If one looked carefully, there didn't seem to be any change in its size. Qingyang knew that it was just that the amount of essence he could absorb was too little.

Uncle Taiyi had indeed used the remnant soul to restore his missing soul. Picking up the small chaos bell, Qingyang felt as if he could once again see Taiyi's evil and handsome face.

Two drops of clear tears soundlessly and soundlessly. Qingyang stared at the chaos clock and softly murmured, "First Uncle ?"

Once again, they condemned the Koreans for their lack of quality. Far from my Chinese descendant!