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The scorching sun was like a blazing flame as the scorching airflow churned in the air, causing the entire land to be steamed. The flowers and plants hung their heads, gathering their branches and leaves, appearing extremely dispirited.

In front of him, on a plaza that was formed by dozens of stone table, a youth sat cross-legged on a tree branch quietly. Perhaps the current weather was too harsh, as his surroundings were cold and cheerless.

At this moment, the youth's eyes were closed and his hands were placed on his knees. His five hearts were in the sky as he immersed himself in cultivation.

The youth's body was somewhat thin, his jet-black hair falling at his waist, and his seemingly young and tender face was fair and pretty. His faint eyebrows were slender, yet slightly raised, and his beautiful curves gave off a proud aura, giving people a rather comfortable feeling.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, but it did not have a trace of coolness. Instead, it stirred up a warm current, causing one to feel irritable. However, the youngster's expression did not change at all, and his face was filled with seriousness and perseverance.

Not long after, two similarly young youths walked by. Seeing the young man cultivating on the stone table, they were slightly startled, and then began to chat with each other with different expressions.

"Isn't that Cang Yun from Xian Yang Spiritual Academy? Tsk tsk, he's even cultivating in such weather, he's truly amazing!" One of the young men in white clicked his tongue and said with admiration.

"What's there to be proud of? He's just a person without a blood source. No matter how hard he cultivates, isn't he still a trash?" The other youngster said in disdain.

The white-clothed youth shook his head: "You can't put it like that. After all, he was reputed to be the peerless genius that only appears in the Xian Yang Spiritual Academy once in a thousand years, and is also the only person in the entire Spiritual Academy to have entered the 'Blood World' in the past few hundred years. He has won a lot of honor for our Xian Yang Spiritual Academy."

"Heh, glory?" The grey-clothed youth sneered and retorted, "A useless person who hasn't even completed the trial of the 'Blood realm' and has been crippled, is this still considered an honor?"

"Rumor has it that he was secretly harmed by other geniuses. Otherwise, he would have been able to complete the mission." The white-robed youth frowned.

"So what? Being targeted by others in secret only means that his strength is lacking. There are battles going on everywhere in this world, and those who get eliminated are destined to be weak. " The grey-clothed youth's tone was even more disdainful.

The youth in white shook his head with a wry smile. He opened his mouth wanting to refute further, but he felt that it was meaningless. Therefore, he stopped arguing with the grey-clothed youth and pulled the latter along as they slowly left the square.

After they left, the teenager on the stone table slowly opened his eyes. His gaze looked in the direction where the two had left, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a smile.

He was Cang Yun, the genius in the eyes of the white-clothed youth and the cripple in the eyes of the grey-clothed youth.

The words of the white-clothed youth were a bit nicer, while the grey-clothed youth was a bit harsher, but it was undeniable that what they had said made a certain amount of sense, and the attitude of the words of the two were the same as what Cang Yun had been treated with in the past two years. A genius of the age had once fallen to become a mortal, his halo had faded away, his glory had disappeared, some people sighed, and others ridiculed.

And the cause of all this was precisely one of the words the two youths had mentioned many times in their conversation ? the world of blood.

It was a place that all warriors would yearn for when they hear a name. As long as one entered there, they would be able to obtain a huge fortuitous encounter ? Raising the Quality of Warrior blood source.

blood source s were the basis of a warrior's cultivation, and only those who had condensed blood source could cultivate, and the quality of blood source s would determine a warrior's talent in cultivation.

The blood source s were divided into five categories, from low to high: mediocre, psychic, extraordinary, peerless, and gifted by the gods. As for the legend, there were two other levels: Zhi Zun and Yuan Zu, but no warrior who possessed these two blood source s had appeared in the last ten thousand years.

Therefore, he obtained the qualifications to enter the 'Blood World'. If he successfully completed the trials within, he would have the chance to come into contact with the last Blood Monument, and from then on, improve the quality of the blood source, and even have a slight chance to reach the divine bestowed blood source's rank.

If he succeeded, then he, Cang Yun, would be the number one genius in the entire history of the Spiritual Academy. Thus, at that time, he could be said to be the focus of attention of the entire world, and the might of the wind had overshadowed all the geniuses in the Xian Yang Spiritual Academy.

In the end, not only was he unable to raise the level of his blood source, but because of some unforeseen circumstances, the Unmatched blood source was crippled, and in the end, kicked out of the 'blood world'.

In that moment, the entire world was in an uproar!

Some people could only sigh helplessly, while others rejoiced in the misfortune of others, while a few others were extremely discontented. However, almost everyone had the same question, and that was what happened.

It had to be known that although the conditions to enter the "Blood World" were harsh, after summarizing the history in the past, most of the warriors with unparalleled blood source would be able to pass the trial. After all, the level of talent they possessed could be considered "Demoness", and there weren't many who had entered the "Blood World" trial takers.

But what made everyone helpless was, in the two years that Cang Yun did not give any response to this question, it gradually became a mystery, a mystery that only Cang Yun himself knew the answer to.

Falling from a genius' altar to a normal person in a single day, this was a huge blow. Many people thought that Cang Yun would never recover from this and just withdraw from the Xian Yang Spiritual Academy, slowly fading away from everyone's line of sight.

But reality was the complete opposite of everyone's imagination. Since then, Cang Yun did not become dispirited, and instead trained even more diligently. In these two years, his figure had always been on the stone table s in the plaza.

Seeing Cang Yun's attitude, at first, there were some people who suspected whether or not his blood source was not completely crippled, and was only severely injured. Was there still a chance for him to recover?

But gradually, as time passed, the hopeful voice also disappeared, because for the past two years, no matter how hard Cang Yun trained, he still could not feel any trace of the blood source's aura from his body.

Just like this, the genius that was once the focus of all attention had been forgotten. Very few people talked about him anymore. The glory and shame gradually faded away until they returned to normal.

But after the glory and shame receded, was it really ordinary? The answer may not be so sure.