Ancient Gods

This time, the tower soul did show up. He stood in front of Mo Yang, glanced at the drop of dazzling emperor blood, then looked at Mo Yang and said, "Since it is your chance, you need to grasp it yourself. You are not afraid of the living emperor in the forbidden city, so why worry about a few drops of emperor blood!"

Mo Yang looked up at the tower soul in a daze, speechless in his heart. This is completely different.

What do you mean he is not afraid of the emperor? The situation at that time, how could he have a choice...

"Senior, this is two different things..."

Before Mo Yang finished speaking, the tower soul disappeared in an instant, leaving Mo Yang with a stunned face.

"Forget it, I still have to rely on myself at the critical moment..." Mo Yang sighed lightly, then calmed down and began to refine the drop of emperor blood.

Although he had refined emperor blood before, the essence of the emperor blood he got from the magic stone had been lost too much, and there was not much left, which was a world of difference from the emperor blood he got now.

As soon as he started to refine it, the emperor's blood began to emit a terrifying blood wave, bursting with brilliant brilliance, like a blood-red sun, enchanting and gorgeous.

There was a path of the Great Dao emerging, and even faintly heard the sound waves of the Dao mark imprinted in the blood, like a clear sound that came through the eternal time and space, and like a transcendent Sanskrit chant.

The sound waves fell into Mo Yang's ears, like a morning bell, giving him a feeling of enlightenment.

"As expected of the emperor, just a drop of blood, it is so amazing, imprinted with the law of the Great Dao, but now my realm is not enough, it is difficult to make it my own..." Mo Yang's heart was uneasy, muttering softly.

Strands of essence were absorbed into his body, and his body seemed to be bursting at any time. He thought that his cultivation was now different from the past, and refining a drop of emperor's blood should be completed in one or two days, but now it seems that this time is not enough.

The third floor of the stone tower was completely restless at this time. The brilliant light made the entire stone tower gorgeous and dazzling. The sound waves of Taoism lingered around Mo Yang's body, like a solemn and grand ceremony.

Mo Yang sat cross-legged silently under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, and a ray of light sank into his body. For Mo Yang, this was an extremely painful process. Even though the speed of refining was extremely slow, the power contained in the emperor's blood was too terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. The third floor of the Star Emperor Tower was still filled with divine light. The surging blood fluctuations did not weaken at all, but became stronger than before, accompanied by a supreme aura filling every corner.

When Mo Yang was refining the emperor's blood, the tower soul was actually secretly paying attention to Mo Yang's situation. After all, the process was accompanied by great danger. Once something unexpected happened, the result would be unimaginable.

One day, two days...

It was not until the evening of the fourth day that the strong blood fluctuations began to slowly weaken. After several hours, the light dissipated, and the Star Emperor Tower was completely calm.

Under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, Mo Yang was dignified, with a peaceful and calm expression. He sat cross-legged silently, with two oil lamps burning quietly on his left and right. He seemed to have a mysterious glow flowing all over his body. At first glance, even his hair seemed to be glowing.

After another half an hour, Mo Yang's aura was restrained, and he slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be a divine light flowing between his eyes, which was very amazing.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the tower soul standing silently in front of him, looking at him at this time.

Mo Yang knew that the tower soul should have been secretly paying attention to his situation, but he was very stubborn and did not seem to show up before.

"Improved a realm, not bad!" The tower soul looked at Mo Yang silently and said calmly.

Mo Yang sighed lightly when he heard this. He expected that with his current cultivation, he could break through at least two realms, but in the end he only broke through one realm, and now he is only in the middle stage of the fifth level of the Great Saint Realm.

Hearing Mo Yang's sigh, the tower soul glanced at Mo Yang, as if guessing Mo Yang's thoughts, and said: "You have opened so many spiritual palaces, and it will be more difficult to break through each realm than ordinary cultivators, but you should also know that your combat power is far stronger than that of cultivators at the same realm!"

Mo Yang also knew that there was a reason for this. It was once said that the spiritual palace was a taboo area for cultivators. Few people dared to take the risk of opening the spiritual palace because it would become a shackle on the road of cultivation. Thinking carefully, Mo Yang was relieved. Breaking through a realm in four days was already very amazing.

The most important thing is that the benefit Mo Yang got was not only a breakthrough in cultivation, but also a baptism of his body after refining the emperor's blood, like a transformation.

At this time, Mo Yang didn't know what his combat power was, but he felt full of strength, as if he could smash all obstacles with one punch.

"Now if I meet Jiang Mingxue again, I should be able to easily press her to the ground without the help of the ancient chessboard and other external forces!" Mo Yang carefully sensed and then muttered.

After saying that, Mo Yang finally reacted, and then secretly cursed Er Gouzi. Er Gouzi was really a piece of shit. After leaving Xuantian Continent for so long, he was still influenced by that guy and would unconsciously say the words that Er Gouzi would say.

The tower soul glanced at Mo Yang, and then did not say much, and disappeared from Mo Yang's sight in a flash.

Mo Yang let out a long breath, then stood up and slowly stretched his body. Although the emperor's blood was extraordinary, the more he refined it, the less help it would have on his cultivation. After all, his cultivation was also growing.

Although these emperor bloods retain most of their essence, they have eventually lost some of their essence. After thousands of years, no matter how extraordinary the blood jade is, it cannot resist the passage of time. Everything will be ruthlessly changed.

"Let it settle for a few days, and then continue to refine it!"

Mo Yang did not dare to refine the second drop directly now. After all, his cultivation had just broken through, and his realm was not yet stable. He needed to adapt and control the new power.

That night, Mo Yang was sitting cross-legged under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree to practice silently. His brows suddenly moved because he sensed a slight fluctuation.

He opened his eyes and looked at the old man.

Since the old man was brought out by Mo Yang, he has been in a dying state. He did not die directly, nor did he show any signs of waking up. His life breath was extremely weak.

But at this time, the fluctuations emanating from the old man were actually stronger. Although the changes were small, Mo Yang still sensed them.

"Could it be that because I refined the emperor blood, he also absorbed some power invisibly..." Mo Yang frowned and said to himself, with some doubts in his heart.

Moreover, this was in the Star Emperor Tower after all. Because of the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, the third floor was filled with rich spiritual energy and the aura of Taoism was flowing. In such a place, the old man would definitely benefit from it.