"Yes, it's the Cavern Ruins Emperor."
Fire Demon Perfected Lord looked back and said.
He had also sensed a familiar aura in Cave Dark Mountain, but he couldn't recall who it was.
Now that he thought about it, it really was the Cavern Ruins Emperor's aura.
"It seems that this guy is from the Ancient Saint Chaos," Old Zao said with a smile.
The Cavern Ruins Emperor was an expert on the same level as them, but he was much younger and was their junior.
They had seen him somewhere before.
"It's getting more and more interesting. I wonder how the Cavern Ruins Emperor will react if he knows that his successor has a chance to become one of the candidates."
"Although he has the pseudo blackhole bloodline, it's still difficult for him to become a candidate."
…
Bloodline Barrier, Cave Dark Mountain.
Ever since Fang Chen went into seclusion, Xiao Huo had been cultivating alone.
He raised his head and looked at the endless sky. He kept feeling that someone was spying on him.
"Who is it?"
Xiao Huo muttered.
After looking for a long time, he didn't find anything and turned his gaze to himself.
"I feel like there's a powerful flame energy in my body, but I can't find it."
Xiao Huo muttered to himself.
"Forget it, I'll cultivate in peace. I'll ask my brother when he comes out of seclusion." Xiao Huo sat cross-legged and continued to comprehend the mysteries of the fire origin bloodline.
Not far away, ten bloodline powers surrounded Fang Chen's body.
The pseudo blackhole bloodline floated above his head, slowly absorbing the ten special bloodlines.
This was a long process. Fang Chen was determined to evolve the pseudo Blackhole Bloodline into a real Blackhole Bloodline. Therefore, he calmed himself down and started to cultivate.
Time passed by. One year, two years, ten years, a hundred years.
Thirty thousand years passed in a leisurely manner.
It took Fang Chen less than twenty thousand years to reach the early stage of the Star Ancient Realm.
But this time, he had already spent thirty thousand years in seclusion.
During this time, Xiao Huo glanced at Fang Chen from time to time, but the latter was in seclusion.
"Brother seems to have broken through."
Xiao Huo muttered to himself when he sensed that Fang Chen's aura had become stronger.
In fact, Fang Chen had indeed broken through.
After thirty thousand years, his cultivation base had quietly reached the peak of the Star Ancient Realm.
He had broken through three minor realms in a row, and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
The evolution of the pseudo-blackhole bloodline had also reached an extremely crucial step.
…
During this period, Bing Wushuang and the Flying Guillotine's cultivation had also improved by leaps and bounds.
Not long ago, the two of them had broken through to the middle Life Ancient Realm, and their strength had risen to a whole new level. They even showed signs of becoming the strongest masters in the Bloodline Barrier.
Over the past thirty thousand years, the Bloodline Enchantment had gradually calmed down.
No more outsiders entered this place. Following the disappearance of Fang Chen, the events of the Flame Tribe gradually died down.
Within the Tribe of Ice.
As far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, covered in ice and snow.
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
Bing Wushuang sat cross-legged on a snowy mountain. The void around her was frozen.
Huala!
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and spread out his hands. The entire snowy mountain instantly froze. The snowflakes floating in the air were also instantly imprisoned.
"My ice bloodline has finally evolved to its most perfect state."
Bing Wushuang grinned.
She gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and the world returned to its original state.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Someone rushed up from the foot of the mountain, panting as he said, "Wushuang, we found a suspicious place."
Bing Wushuang looked at the person calmly and did not speak.
"Because the location of the All-Clans Meeting is at Holy Mountain, we investigated in advance, but we didn't expect to find a shocking scene."
The person said in a low voice, "Our people found what seems to be a space type supreme treasure halfway up Holy Mountain."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Bing Wushuang's calm face finally twitched.
"It's been thirty thousand years since that incident. The Tribe of Ice and the Blood Serpent Tribe have searched three feet deep, but we still can't find that guy. It's as if he disappeared into thin air, so I guess he's hiding in a space type supreme treasure."
After hearing the last sentence, Bing Wushuang jumped to her feet.
"How much longer until the All-Clans Meeting?"
"Three more days."
"Let's go to Holy Mountain immediately."
…
Holy Mountain was the core area of the Bloodline Barrier.
This mountain was very famous as it towered into the clouds. Every time there was a major event, the All-Clans would hold a meeting here.
This meeting was a regular meeting that was held every 100,000 years to discuss the future development of the bloodline barrier.
Three days later, the people of the Tribe of Ice arrived at Holy Mountain.
At this time, Holy Mountain was already packed with people. All the clans had gathered here.
"It's there."
Someone in the crowd pointed. Bing Wushuang opened her palm and secretly released her Ice Bloodline. Layers of ice seeped into the ground and then spread halfway up the mountain.
Soon, he discovered the existence of the space type supreme treasure.
"He hid it really well."
Bing Wushuang sneered and stepped out, arriving halfway up the mountain.
Her actions attracted the attention of many martial artists at the peak of Holy Mountain.
"What's Bing Wushuang doing?"
"He seems to be looking for something."
Whispers could be heard incessantly.
Crack!
Ice covered Holy Mountain, and the entire mountain was frozen.
In an instant, Immortal Cave Mountain, which was hidden in the void, revealed its true form.
Many martial artists were shocked. They didn't expect there to be a space type supreme treasure hidden halfway up the mountain.
"Who is it that is hiding here?"
"Look at Bing Wushuang's angry face. It can't be that guy from thirty thousand years ago, right?"
Boom!
In the distance, the smell of blood spread. A Crimson Python pierced through the sky and roared.
On top of the Crimson Python, there was a tall and straight figure that leaped down.
The Flying Guillotine took a look and found the space type supreme treasure.
"Is it that guy?" the Flying Guillotine asked.
"Most likely."
The Bloodline Barrier wasn't very big, so Bing Wushuang knew it very well. She had never heard of such a space type supreme treasure.
"Interesting. He's been hiding here for thirty thousand years."
The Flying Guillotine laughed eerily.
On the mountain peak, many tribes looked at each other.
Those who had a good relationship with the two tribes all stood out to support the two experts.
Boom!
Bing Wushuang activated her Ice Bloodline and froze Holy Cave Mountain to prevent it from escaping.
"I'll leave it to you."
Hearing this, the Flying Guillotine nodded heavily. He took a step forward and stepped on Holy Cave Mountain. Then, the Crimson Python surrounded him and punched the mountain.
Rumble!
Holy Cave Mountain shook. Fang Chen, who was in seclusion, suddenly woke up.
"Brother, you're awake?"
Seeing this, Xiao Huo hurriedly shouted, "There seems to be an attack outside."
Buzz!
Fang Chen's body was surrounded by a black aura.
Xiao Huo was caught off guard and was surrounded by the black aura. It was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe.
"So scary," Xiao Huo mumbled.
Fang Chen raised his hand and wisps of black aura swam in his palm.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Black Hole Bloodline."
After thirty thousand years, not only had his cultivation reached the peak of the Star Ancient Realm, but his Black Hole Bloodline had also evolved.
"When I absorb all forty-nine bloodlines, the power of the Black Hole Bloodline will be fully displayed."
Fang Chen stood up and patted Xiao Huo's shoulder.
"Xiao Huo, do you still remember the scene of the tribe being annihilated thirty thousand years ago?" Fang Chen asked.
"Of course."
Xiao Huo clenched his fists, killing intent surging.
"Do you want to avenge them?"
"I think about it all the time."
Fang Chen nodded and waved his finger. Suddenly, a mirror appeared in the void, showing the many tribesmen outside.
"Watch how I kill all of them and avenge my tribesmen."
With that, Fang Chen took a step forward and disappeared from Holy Cave Mountain.
Halfway up Myriad Holy Mountain.
At this moment, many experts had gathered and were attacking with all their might.
Crack!
Holy Cave Mountain shook as if it would shatter at any time.
"Everyone, work harder. The spatial treasure can't withstand our power and is about to shatter," the Flying Guillotine said in a low voice.