#1921 - Uncertain old man

"Little Two! Come out!"

Amidst the angry gazes of the assembled beings, Ji Dongfeng placed Little Two on the platform. Compared to the past, Little Two looked leaner, its eyes gleaming with vitality, and its fur faintly tinged with a blood-red hue. These blood-red strands of fur connected, forming a slightly eerie pupil-like mark on Little Two's body.

"Little Two, you're truly blessed, actually waking up at this moment," Ji Dongfeng chuckled. If Little Two hadn't been immersed before the ancestral wall when they first arrived near the black coffin, he would have released it long ago.

"Ji Dongfeng! You confounded scoundrel! What are you doing!" Yuan Meng roared in anger.

Ji Dongfeng chuckled upon hearing this, first transforming into lightning and returning to his position, then said, "Is there a problem? Senior said just now, first come, first served. Blame only yourselves for being too slow. Besides, you should also blame Yuan Meng for not caring about you at all, not even thinking of helping you snatch a spot!"

Yuan Meng's expression changed upon hearing this. Although it knew Ji Dongfeng was talking nonsense, it did indeed feel some unfriendly gazes upon itself.

"Stop talking nonsense here! Senior! I protest! Ji Dongfeng and his group aren't wandering spirits to begin with, yet they're occupying so many spots! This is unfair!" Yuan Meng shouted loudly, and the other beings echoed his call.

"Hmph." The old man's cold snort resounded in the next moment, instantly suppressing all other sounds.

"Fair? What's unfair about it? Does being a wandering spirit from a small world matter that much? If you're not skilled enough, don't blame others. Protest denied, begin the bloodline assessment!"

As his voice fell, a beam of white light flew out from the black coffin, then steadily landed on Little Two's head.

"Woof woof!" Little Two cried out joyfully upon seeing this.

"Boom!"

A gust of wind appeared, and a humanoid phantom vaguely emerged above Little Two's head. However, this humanoid phantom was shrouded in a layer of mist, preventing Yuan Meng and the others from clearly seeing its exact appearance.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding beings quickly looked at the other bloodlines, only to discover that they were all unmoved.

"Passed," the old man said.

"Wait! Senior! We can't sense the aura of this bloodline! The other bloodlines didn't react either! How can it pass!" Yuan Meng hurriedly shouted.

"That's because this bloodline is hidden within the mist. If this mist dissipated, none of these bloodlines could withstand it. Alright, the ten beings participating in the assessment are decided. I need to confirm, are you sure you want to participate in the ancient bloodline trial? If you join this trial, I cannot guarantee that everyone will come out alive," the old man said.

After the words fell, the ten beings on the platform did not react.

"Good, enter the coffin!"

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the ten platforms trembled slightly, then flew into the black coffin on their own.

"Bang!"

Two or three breaths later, the black coffin slammed shut, leaving no gaps, while the surrounding beings wore expressions of unwillingness.

"Damn it! This is a once-in-a-century opportunity! Are we just going to miss it like this!"

"No, we absolutely can't give up until the very last moment! We'll wait here! Don't forget! After a being obtains an ancient bloodline, they still need some time to absorb it, that time... is also when they are at their weakest!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes upon hearing this and said, "Grandpa? Who's your grandpa? Weren't you calling me an old geezer just now?"

"Hey, seeing that Senior is also a human being, since we're of the same race, then naturally I can consider you my grandpa," Ji Dongfeng chuckled.

"Greetings, Ancestor!" Xian Datong hurriedly shouted upon hearing this, not wanting to be outdone in terms of building rapport.

The old man's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this and said, "I'm not human, and I don't have a fixed race."

As his voice fell, the old man's form continuously changed, switching between various races.

"I possess countless bloodlines, belonging to countless races, and yet not belonging to any race. The reason I maintain a human form is because I find the human physique the most comfortable, and the limbs are the most convenient for doing things," the old man said.

"You can call me the Unfixed Old Man."

"Greetings, Senior," the ten beings said in unison, bowing.

The Unfixed Old Man nodded upon seeing this and said, "Inside this gourd beneath me are countless bloodlines. These bloodlines all come from the ancient times and can be said to be extremely precious. You need to undergo two trials. Only the beings who reach the end will be able to obtain one of these bloodlines."

"May I ask, Unfixed Senior, what is the content of the assessment?" Yuan Meng said.

"Since this is a battle of bloodlines, then all assessments will naturally be related to bloodlines. Bloodlines under heaven can be divided into two types. One type is inherited from ancestors, and the other type is obtained after birth. As for those obtained after birth, it also depends on whether they are compatible with one's original bloodline," the Unfixed Old Man said.

"The first trial is related to the bloodline inherited from your ancestors. All beings will be divided into five groups, each entering a space. That space possesses a special method that can materialize the bloodline inherited from your ancestors. You must fight alongside this materialized bloodline and fight against another being. If your bloodline disappears, or if you lose your ability to fight, then you will be considered to have failed. If you don't want to die, you can also concede in time."

"I must warn you, the battle of bloodlines is extremely dangerous. In that space, if the materialized bloodline is gone, then the bloodline within you will also truly disappear. If you don't want your bloodline to be damaged, then surrendering as soon as you enter is the best option."

As his voice fell, the tombstone beside the Unfixed Old Man trembled slightly. The eye on the tombstone slowly disappeared, replaced by the names of the beings.

"First group, Ji Dongfeng versus Xian Datong."