Their Young Master, whose Bloodline was bred within the body of an ordinary person, was directly harvested once it matured.
If the ordinary person’s body, heart, and soul were average, they would be erased and re-derived as a "Qiankun Body." For this purpose, their clan would prepare an extremely talented genius as a Ding Furnace, just as Ji Tianxu nurtured Ji TaiXu to be such a Ding Furnace.
On that day, this genius was supposed to become conscious of their destruction, and the soul of the Bloodline would be extracted and merged into the body of the genius, simultaneously creating a variation of the Heavenly Dao.
This is the way of the Qiankun Lineage, never caring about the means to achieve their ends."
Hou Yan, this time, did not use telepathic communication but spoke softly.
His voice was not loud, yet those three women in colorful clothes could still hear him clearly.
However, this time, the three women in colorful clothes seemed to ignore his words as if such things were only too normal.
Zhou Yan nodded his head, now understanding that not only the Qiankun Lineage did this but Ji TaiXu was also a Ding Furnace.
Now, considering the momentum and formation of the giant Sword Qi in the Void, it was clear that their Young Master had returned.
Thus, a top genius of their Qiankun Lineage was destined to have their soul annihilated.
A generation’s genius, only to end up as a mere Ding Furnace, was indeed tragic.
Zhou Yan felt somewhat melancholic inside but heard one of the three women in colorful clothes coldly remark, "Indeed, but fortunately, the body hosting our Young Master is not ordinary, it also contains an ancient hidden Bloodline!
This is the destiny conferred by the heavens! So, even though the Young Master’s birthplace was just a remote mountain area, his Cultivation has achieved a level that none of your lineages can compare to! Just you wait and see!"
The woman spoke with unmistakable pride.
As she spoke, the giant sword suddenly appeared in the Void as if by instantaneous movement, and soon, the figures within it became clearer.
But, to everyone’s surprise, all the figures inside the giant sword were women.
One of these women was dazzlingly surrounded and protected by others, shimmering brightly.
Just the projection alone was enough to shake the hearts of the onlookers!
Everyone at the scene, even Hou Yan, wore a solemn expression. However, Zhou Yan, upon seeing these vague figures, suddenly felt an inexplicable familiarity surge inside him.
His heart shook violently, and suddenly his gaze turned intense as he stared fiercely at the familiar figure being guarded inside the giant sword.
The woman inside the giant sword, sensing something, looked through the sword at them. Then, her gaze seemed to pause for a moment.
Afterward, she retracted her gaze, and the figure of the woman suddenly became blurred in Zhou Yan’s view.
"Emperor Sword Wuji lineage, your Young Master is no match for me right now, I’m giving you ten years! In ten years’ time, we will fight at Lonely Sword Peak, establishing Life and Death Reincarnation, the victor shall claim both Emperor Blood and the vanquished’s Essence Blood."
The woman suddenly spoke, her voice eerily familiar to Zhou Yan.
However, her words were imbued with an inexplicable decisiveness.
"Young Master, now is a good opportunity, obtaining Emperor Blood could directly accomplish the supreme Emperor Sword Dao, how can we give up—"
The previously disdainful woman in colorful clothes, seemed reluctant to remind them.
However, before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly cracked, and soon, a rain of blood splattered, her whole being perished instantly, turning into a blood rain.
The woman inside the giant sword had only to unleash a gaze, and this incredibly powerful woman in colorful clothes was dead.
The remaining two women in colorful clothes immediately trembled violently, fell to their knees, and dared not speak anymore.
"You, come back with me, all people of the Qiankun Lineage, do not disturb the Wuji Lineage for ten years!"
The woman’s voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion.
Then, the giant sword began to fade slowly and eventually disappeared into the Void. The two women on the ground also mysteriously vanished at that moment.
On the ground, a pool of fresh blood rain and those bits of colorful clothes shreds and the lingering scent of blood starkly confirmed the reality of the previous scene.
Zhou Yan watched the giant sword disappear, his mood still unsettled.
He suddenly worried greatly for the departing woman.
Was she preserving her original soul, or was her soul about to be eradicated?
Every time he recalled the lofty figure under the cold moon, the lonely Ling Yi above the netherworld, and all the past memories... Zhou Yan felt unbearable pain.