At the same time, a 119th Immortal dragon appeared next to the Door of Immortality. It emanated the aura of the Fang Clan bloodline, and caused everything in the area to shake violently.
Meng Hao could sense his cultivation base growing more powerful, and he could sense his Fang Clan bloodline become even stronger. Although he was not able to test it right now, he was sure that his Bloodline Gatebeam would no longer be 30,000 meters, but even more terrifyingly powerful.
Apparently, this was the power of Ancestral Awakening!
Next, the voice of the Fang Clan’s Earth Patriarch echoed out through the starry sky into Meng Hao’s ears, causing him to gape.
“Alright Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite, if you people are so powerful, then bestow another Immortal meridian to my clan’s qilin son! If you do, the Fang Clan will match you!
“Come on! We’ll match you one meridian for another!” As soon as the Earth Patriarch’s voice rang out, the Patriarchs of the various sects and clans of the Ninth Mountain and Sea all quieted down. The four old men in the Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite snorted coldly, but didn’t dare to respond.
They… had no more meridians to send.
The Fang Clan Earth Patriarch looked quite proud. Although it hurt him inwardly, and although it seemed like he was acting impulsively, anyone who reached his cultivation level would be able to control their own thoughts. Seeing that there was no response from the Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite, he frowned.
“Not gonna send another one?” he thought. “Well, it’s too bad that we couldn’t swindle another meridian out of them. In any case, this kid has reached this point all on his own, plus he doesn’t feel much loyalty to the clan. Therefore, it was necessary to give him that drop of soul blood.”
When Meng Hao heard the words spoken by the Fang Clan Earth Patriarch, his expression was a bit strange. He looked at the 119th Immortal dragon, then back down at Planet East Victory. Although it wouldn’t be correct to say that his feelings of detachment had completely dissipated, at least he didn’t feel as much of an outsider as before.
“119 meridians,” he thought, looking back at the Door of Immortality. It was at this point that a new voice suddenly whispered in his ear, an ancient, archaic voice.
“Do you… still remember me?
“My name is… Choumen Tai!”
When Meng Hao heard those two sentences, and that name, his heart seized. He suddenly jerked his head to look out into the stars. What he was looking for seemed to be outside of the Ninth Mountain and Sea.
Far away on another planet, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged. His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled.
“I didn’t perish…. My clone fell onto Planet South Heaven years ago, and left you with Immortal Shows the Way. I told you that when you reached Immortal Ascension, you could use its power to cause a starry sky to descend.
“Today, I’ll give you… a bit of the starry sky of Pāramitā’s world to form an Immortal meridian, and help you to future glory….
“Remember, come to Planet Tiger Cage in the Seventh Mountain. I left a little gift for you there.
“There’s someone I want to resurrect and… I hope you can help me out with that in the future…. Therefore, I’m going to help you now.”
RUMBLE!
Meng Hao’s mind spun as he recalled Choumen Tai, the Immortal’s corpse that had fallen from the sky way back when he was a mere Qi Condensation cultivator! 3