Glowing before the Primeval Lord of Heaven and the other human heroes was the ancestry-level bloodline.
They attempted to trace it with their eyes. Its very existence was unusual to them. Its aura was truly unlike any other aura they had ever felt from the blended bloodlines.
The blended bloodlines of the thirteen wolf teeth had thirteen different auras, each with their own special quality.
For instance, the wolf tooth on the furthest right held the power of fire, from which its scorching aura truly radiated. Its aura was so strong that even if the tooth had been damaged, it still emitted heat. If one inched towards it, they would feel a burning sensation seep into their flesh.
The third wolf tooth from the right radiated a completely different aura. Unlike the previous one, this one was soft and quiet, comfortable even. If one laid their hands upon it, tension would disappear completely from their bodies, being replaced with serenity.
There were other auras in the thirteen wolf teeth. Some complemented each other; some opposed each other. Either way, with all of the auras' complexities, it was difficult to deny the teeth were extraordinary.
The aura of the ancestry-level bloodline was also extraordinary but for a different reason.
To Primeval Lord of Heaven and his companions, it was obvious the ancestry-level bloodline's composition was unusual, but even so, they knew it was far from complex.
It was the simplest thing. It was pure and perfect.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven sighed, putting a hand over his chest.
None of them knew how the Four Spirits Sect was able to obtain such an excellent object.
Out of all of them there, it was Zen who knew how truly powerful the ancestry-level bloodline was. Because of this, it was him who knew how to appreciate it the most for all it was.
However, he also knew that despite how powerful it was, it was nothing unless he was able to make use of it.
Moreover, the ancestry-level bloodline had a mind of its own. No one was able to control it. It made its own decisions.
It could decide to help Zen, but it could also devour him completely.
Despite this, Zen decided its power was worth the risk. After he made a cut on his arm, he spoke, "I do not know whose side you are on, but more than ever, I need you to hear me out. The Monkey Spirit King is in a deep slumber. Only the thirteen wolf teeth can wake him up! If you are against the Monkey Spirit King, then continue ignoring me! But if you are willing to help him, I beg you. Please restore the bloodlines of the wolf teeth!"
He knew this was a desperate action, but he had to do it. Knowing no one was able to force the ancestry-level bloodline into doing any course of action, he called onto it directly, telling it the problem they were facing.
This was the most he could do to persuade it into taking their side.
A few of the human heroes looked at Zen with a mixture of wonder and pity on their faces.
What he was doing was so out-of-character.
For them, it was inconceivable to see Zen talk to his own bloodline and try to ask it to do something.
Of course, Zen felt frustrated about this. Moreover, with the lack of response from the ancestry-level bloodline, he was beginning to lose hope.
But a few seconds later, to his surprise, he felt something trickling down his arm. He looked down and saw a drop of blood leaving his wound. It was the ancestry-level bloodline!
Zen's eyes widened. He could not believe what he was seeing in front of him. Since he had fused with it, this was the first time it had listened to him and left his body!
It submitted to his request!
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