Unlike the others who were only focused on marveling, Li Qima wore a solemn expression. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and with a beckoning gesture towards the giant gate, the blood-colored mist that had previously emanated from within surged towards him in rolling waves.

Seeing this, Hu San immediately reacted and followed suit, summoning the blood mist.

When the others understood what was happening, they realized that the two of them had already divided the blood mist among themselves, leaving little for others. Although they felt unwilling, they could only sigh, vying to absorb the remaining scattered wisps of blood mist while cultivating.

The moment Hu San absorbed the blood mist into his body, his expression drastically changed. A surge of blood light erupted in his eyes, and his entire spirit trembled, making him appear extremely pained.

He exerted all his strength to circulate the power of his bloodline, suppressing the invading force. Only after a long while did he gradually return to normal.

"This power is so chaotic, so violent! Brother Han, he..." Hu San's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with shock.

Li Qima, on the other hand, had absorbed more blood mist, but his condition was much better than Hu San's. However, he was equally shocked in his heart, and he also felt that if the power behind the gate was all like this, Han Li's entry into it would be a near-death experience.

At the same time, inside the crimson copper giant gate, Han Li's figure swayed unsteadily, tossed back and forth in the void by gusts of blood-colored wind.

He managed to stabilize himself and regain his composure. He scanned his surroundings, only to see a vast and boundless blood-colored void, with an extremely dense and pungent bloody stench assaulting his nostrils.

Above his head, a huge blood-colored sun hung suspended, emitting rays of blood-colored light in all directions.

Below him in the void, he could see enormous blood-colored vortexes, like storm clouds, scattered everywhere, interweaving with each other and emanating chaotic and violent power.

Han Li floated in the void, feeling this power, and surprisingly found it somewhat familiar.

Before, in the Scale Accumulation Void Realm, when his bloodline experienced abnormalities, the conflict between them was like the power in this space—chaotic, disordered, violent, and savage.

Han Li speculated that this was probably the reason why his Human Body Small World had developed some kind of indescribable connection with this void within the Desolate Sanctum, allowing him to enter this giant gate.

After thinking for a moment, Han Li put the thought aside, his eyes narrowed, and he sat down cross-legged.

His hands formed hand seals, and both the Twelve Transformations of Awakening Insects and the Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Method were activated simultaneously, causing the blood light and dark light around his body to flourish greatly.

As strange light flashed behind him, the twelve true spirit phantoms emerged one by one in a circular shape, lifelike and constantly revolving.

As changes occurred on his body, this void also began to change. The rotation speed of the blood-colored vortexes below instantly accelerated, and streams of blood-colored mist shot out from them, rushing towards him in a spiral shape, directly pouring into the circle formed by the twelve true spirit phantoms.

The twelve true spirit phantoms on the circle seemed to suddenly come to life, each clawing and baring its fangs as they devoured the blood-colored mist that poured in.

"Drink..."

Han Li also felt a burning sensation on his back, and his body felt as if it had been filled with magma. The blood in his veins instantly boiled, and he couldn't help but let out an explosive roar.

Immediately afterward, he felt an incomparably powerful bloodline force rush into his body.

In the next moment, bursts of flesh-tearing, bone-corroding pain came from all parts of his body. The mysterious acupoints, which had not shown any signs of movement before, were instantly occupied and filled by these forces, and they began to show signs of loosening.

Han Li's eyes were bloodshot, but his face was pale. Cold sweat and bloodstains flowed down his forehead and the corners of his eyes. He gritted his teeth so hard that they clicked together, and there was only one thought in his mind:

"Hold on, I must... hold on!"

...

At the same time, within the first crimson copper giant gate, strange phenomena were also occurring constantly.

Although Liu Le'er and the others had entered the same gate, they did not seem to be in the same space. Instead, each of them had their own void, and they could not see each other.

At this moment, Liu Le'er was alone on a huge circular altar. Nine towering pillars stood around her, engraved with countless dense runes and markings, and flickering with rich blood-colored light.

An enormous snow-white giant fox was suspended in the high sky, with its nine long tails hanging down, wrapped around the nine giant pillars respectively. Streams of light flowed down its body, flowing down the pillars and converging on the altar on the ground.

In the center of the altar, a six-tailed white fox, several times smaller in size, lay prostrate on the ground. Its body was pierced by several blood-colored chains, rendering it unable to move. It gritted its teeth, but still held its head high, staring intently at the nine-tailed giant fox above.

The streams of light on the altar continuously flowed into her body along the blood-colored chains.

The six-tailed white fox was naturally Liu Le'er, and the nine-tailed giant fox was nothing more than a manifestation of the True Spirit King bloodline power.

It had no spiritual awareness. Only golden light flickered in its narrow eyes, and a lotus-shaped golden pattern was vertically inscribed on its brow, also shining brightly. However, just looking at it, Liu Le'er felt a strange bloodline connection between them, which made the pain her body was currently enduring no longer so unbearable.

As this power continued to converge, the aura on Liu Le'er's body gradually rose. Behind her six tails, a piece of light shrouded her, and the phantom of a seventh fox tail condensed from blood light emerged.

...

In another space inside the gate, there was no altar, but a giant mountain was suspended in the void.

The mountain was entirely blood-red, and a huge giant ape statue was carved on it, with a ferocious expression, thick arms, and bulging chest muscles. The appearance was exactly that of a Mountain Giant Ape.

Below the mountain, a white giant ape that had manifested its true form was carrying the ten-thousand-zhang giant peak on its shoulders and back, hobbling forward step by step.

Its shoulders were already a bloody mess, and the fingers of both hands were embedded in the blood-colored giant peak. The whole person seemed to have grown together with the blood-colored giant peak, and was forced to move forward under its pressure.

The white ape was naturally Yuan Shanbai, and the power of the bloodline he was to inherit was within this blood mountain. What he had to do was just like their clan name "Mountain Moving Ape"—carry the mountain and never stop.

When the blood mountain completely merged with him, he would truly inherit the bloodline of the Mountain Giant Ape.

For the sake of the Desolate, for the sake of his clan, he had to persevere no matter what.

...

In another ink-colored space, there was neither an altar nor a blood mountain, only a winding stream flowing gently.

On the bank of the stream, a middle-aged man in a dark ink robe and a young child in white clothes sat side by side, both barefoot, immersed in the stream, with a look of contentment on their faces.

The middle-aged man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance was handsome and refined. A golden pattern was vertically inscribed on his brow, looking as if he had an extra vertical eye. Not only did it not look the slightest bit out of place, but it added even more brilliance to his appearance.

The young child next to the man, with red lips and white teeth, and eyes as dark as ink, had not yet fully matured, and was somewhat childish, but he had some similarities to the man. When he reached adulthood, he would definitely be a handsome young man.

"The name Xiaobai isn't bad either..." the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Dad, what's my real name?" the young child asked, looking at the middle-aged man next to him.

"Your surname naturally follows mine, Mo. As for the name... I didn't have time to give you one," the middle-aged man said with a look of apology.

"Oh..." the young child said, somewhat disappointed.

The middle-aged man was Mo Yu, the Ink-Eyed Pi Xiu, and the young child was Little White, who had transformed into a human.

"When I was traveling in the Immortal World, I disregarded the differences between humans and demons and concealed my identity to fall in love with your mother, until we became husband and wife. Later, you were born. But not long after you were born, we were hunted down by the Heavenly Court. In order for me to safely bring you back to the Desolate Realm, your mother took the initiative to lure away the Heavenly Court Dao Ancestors, never to return," Mo Yu said slowly with a sigh.

"My mother was killed by the people of the Heavenly Court for my sake?" Upon hearing this, anger arose in Little White's heart, and he asked.

"Not only your mother, but when I took you to the border between the Desolate Realm and the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, your Uncle Yuan Gang rushed to our aid from thousands of miles away. The two of us fought against three Heavenly Court Dao Ancestors, without losing the upper hand. It's just a pity that Gu Huo Jin made a move later, and the two of us were no match for him," Mo Yu said slowly, his tone filled more with regret, but not much resentment.

"That's really despicable. He must have taken advantage of your great loss of vitality after fighting those three," Little White said indignantly.

"This person's strength is unfathomable. Even if he hadn't taken advantage of the situation, we might not have been his match. Xiaobai, you must promise me that you must never seek revenge against this person in the future," Mo Yu said with a slightly condensed expression, solemnly exhorting him.

"Dad, what happened later?" How could Little White be willing to listen? But seeing his father's worried look, he had no choice but to nod and change the subject.

"That battle was earth-shattering... Three Heavenly Court Dao Ancestors were killed or injured, forcing Gu Huo Jin to personally take action. Later, your Uncle Yuan Gang and I died in battle one after the other. I used all my remaining strength to seal most of my bloodline power in your body. In order to prevent it from being discovered, I sealed all your bloodline and memories, and even froze you," Mo Yu said with a trace of remembrance in his eyes.

"No wonder I couldn't transform into a human until now..." Little White said helplessly.

"Dad had no choice... But now that this wisp of remnant soul sees you again, you are still the same as I remember you, which is not bad," Mo Yu raised his hand and touched Little White's head, saying with a smile.

In the past, Golden Boy also liked to stroke Little White's head like this, and he always felt a little awkward and had to tilt his head to avoid it. But now, being gently stroked by his father, Little White felt very comfortable and at ease.

"Why is the Heavenly Court hunting us down?" Little White raised his neck and asked.

"This has to do with our innate supernatural abilities. When our true spirit Ink Eyes open, we can follow the ethereal Heavenly Numbers and see some future life trajectories of someone at a certain time. That is to say, through our innate supernatural abilities, we can predict some future changes," Mo Yu said slowly.