Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 361: Desolate region?

Liang frowned, glancing down at his body, which seemed to shimmer slightly, almost translucent. A thought nagged at him as he noted the two figures nearby, watching him with keen interest.

"Is it possible that the longer I stay here, the weaker my bloodline source becomes?" Liang asked, concern lacing his voice.

The two figures exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by how quickly Liang had grasped the situation.

"That’s correct," the avian figure nodded, seeing little reason to conceal the truth. "You exist here in your bloodline source form. The power sustaining you is drawn from that very source."

Hearing this, Liang’s expression darkened. Each moment spent here was depleting his bloodline source, which he had no idea how to replenish.

"Don’t fret about your bloodline source depleting," the sage remarked with an amused glint in his eyes. "Once you pass the trial, not only will this issue resolve, but you’ll also obtain significant rewards."

A sigh of relief washed over Liang internally—this was precisely what had weighed on his mind. Soon, however, a determined expression replaced his earlier relief; he needed to approach this with seriousness and conclude this trial swiftly.

Suddenly, a peculiar aura began to emanate from his body, and his energy surged dramatically as the Universe Rune manifested on his forehead.

Unlike his spirit cultivation, his runic power was interwoven with his bloodline source, a and that’s of course thanks to the Primordial Runic Ancestor.

In an instant, the Universe Rune faded, giving way to the ultimate form of the Thousand Derivations Rune.

Unfazed by the astonished stares of the two figures, Liang closed his eyes once more, focusing intently on comprehending the inside his consciousness.

"Is that a Primordial Rune?" The Avian figure gazed at Liang in astonishment.

"Similar, but not identical—probably a downgraded version," the sage shook his head.

"For him to activate it indicates a connection to his bloodline source," the Avian said, visibly shocked, its wings fluttering slightly.

"That’s indeed the case," the sage admitted, frowning. "This young man is more complex than he appears."

"I’m actually more curious about the person who merged this runic power with his bloodline," the Avian figure chuckled, laughter resonating through the chamber. "Who would have thought such talent exists in this desolate region?"

"Desolate region?" the sage scoffed, disdain lacing his tone. "If it were so barren, these two factions wouldn’t be at each other’s throats over it."

"Do you believe there’s more beneath the surface than we perceive?" The Avian’s expression darkened, gaze turning faraway. "A thorough investigation is necessary."

"Post-trial," the sage replied, nodding thoughtfully.

"Didn’t you notice the rune in the boy’s eyes just now?" The Avian sneered, a wry smile curling his lips. "If I am not wrong it can enhance his comprehension to the level of someone at the peak of the Mystical step. He’ll likely sail through the trial with ease."

The sage chuckled softly, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "Indeed, this young man is full of surprises. It appears we have underestimated him."

As the two figures continued to converse, Liang remained oblivious to their discussion, his mind fully immersed in the comprehension of the scroll.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Liang delved deeper and deeper into the mysteries of the law boundary connection technique. The flickering lights that had once illuminated his path gradually faded away, replaced by a brilliant radiance that emanated from within him.

The two figures watched in silence, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and anticipation. They had witnessed countless beings attempt this trial, but never had they seen anyone progress as quickly as Liang.

Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. Liang’s comprehension of the technique reached unprecedented heights, and the connection between his bloodline source and his runic cultivation power grew stronger with each passing moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Liang opened his eyes. A blinding light erupted from his body, illuminating the entire chamber. The ancient script that had once been suspended within his consciousness had vanished, only the jade-like spiritual platform remained.

"I have succeeded," Liang finally opened his eyes.

The two figures exchanged a knowing glance, their faces wreathed in smiles.

"Congratulations, young man," the sage looked at Liang with a hint of pride. "You have passed the trial."

"Indeed," the avian figure added, its wings spread wide. "You have proven yourself worthy of our recognition."

Liang bowed deeply, a sense of gratitude washing over him. "Thank you, Seniors. I am truly indebted to you."

"No need for thanks," the sage said, waving his hand dismissively. "You have earned this through your own efforts."

"What happens now?" Liang asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes. He felt a sense of contentment with his progress so far; this boundary connection technique was even more extraordinary than he had anticipated.

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"First, tell us what you think about this boundary connection technique," the sage said, locking his gaze on Liang with keen interest.

Liang’s eyes flickered momentarily as he took a breath, gathering his thoughts. "Once I cultivate it, I’ll be able to forge a connection between my bloodline source and the Primal Crucible."

The two figures nodded in acknowledgment. "What else, brat? Surely you haven’t comprehended just that?" the avian figure remarked, disdain evident in his tone.

Inwardly, Liang cursed. There was indeed another ability he had discovered, but he understood that it manifested differently for each person. What he gained was surely unique, divergent from the powers of these two formidable beings.

He would gladly share if it were an ordinary ability, but...

"Enough of that old bird. It’s not right to pry into this young man’s secrets. What he has gained is ultimately his," the sage rebuked the avian figure, a flash of contempt in his eyes.

"Hmph, I was merely curious," the avian figure scoffed coldly.

"Now, young man, you may leave," the sage gestured dismissively. In an instant, Liang’s vision blanked into darkness. Moments later, he found himself standing outside the grand palace.