Bitter Realm: Have the Four Realms been united today?

Chapter 6 The Blood of Origin

In the end, all eyes turned back to the crimson figure with unanimous reverence.

No further words are needed; that imposing aura of royalty speaks volumes.

The voice of Yue Tianji rang out at the opportune moment, carrying an undeniable solemnity: "And this one is none other than the Lord of Huan Chen Bu Wu, the Soul Burial Emperor."

Xuanming's breath hitched.

Even though he had sensed it beforehand, the moment he heard it with his own ears, he still felt an invisible pressure descend upon him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He didn't dare to look up, only responding softly, "...Yes."

The Soul Burial Emperor paid no heed to his loss of composure, and his questions came one after another, leaving no room for evasion: "Who else is in your family?"

"...I was separated from my parents when I was very young."

"I have no other brothers or sisters," Xuanming answered softly, his fingers tightening subtly.

He is now in an unknown world, a fact that he cannot change even if he is unwilling to believe it.

His throat felt dry, but he still insisted on asking the last question that had been lingering in his mind for so long: "How...how did I get here?"

"You fell from the sky, crashing onto the peak where I and the Soul Emperor stood..."

"That's impossible!" Yue Tianji's words were abruptly interrupted by Xuanming.

His tone was intense and filled with disbelief: "How could I fall from such a height and emerge completely unharmed?"

As soon as he said it, Xuanming froze, then his face turned pale, and he hurriedly lowered his head to try to make amends.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you, I just had some doubts!"

"It's alright." Yue Tianji was not angry; instead, he softened his voice even more.

"When you fell, you were protected by a blue light, so you were not injured."

His gaze fell on Xuanming's face, scrutinizing every change in his expression. "Do you know where this power comes from?"

Xuanming shook his head; he didn't even know what the power Yue Tianji was referring to specifically.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Yue Tianji's eyes, but his tone turned heavy, tinged with worry.

"You fell from the sky with extraordinary speed. At that time, the Soul Emperor was focused on the battle with the Battle Hall. By the time he realized it, it was too late to dodge, and he was injured by the blue light that was protecting you."

"Wh...what?" Xuanming trembled as if struck by lightning, his face instantly losing all color.

His lips trembled a few times, and almost without thinking, he blurted out, "I'm sorry. Although I don't know what happened, since I caused this trouble, I'm willing to take responsibility."

Ling Shuangjie's lips twitched very slightly, but she quickly covered it up with a fake cough.

Mu Yunzhi turned her head slightly, her gaze quickly sweeping over the imposing red armor of the Burial Soul Emperor.

Both of them knew perfectly well that Yue Tianji was lying through his teeth.

But seeing Xuanming's completely convinced and even guilty expression, a strange look flashed in their eyes at the same time.

It seemed absurd, yet there was a certain fascination with watching a spectacle, but no one dared to point it out.

...So you...believe it?

Even reading the secrets of heaven was slightly unexpected.

He had prepared many explanations to deal with the doubts, but he did not expect that the young man would simply take the blame.

"The power to protect you is extremely unique and domineering."

He continued, his tone heavy, "The Soul Emperor is still unable to expel that energy, and his injuries cannot heal. I had hoped that you could help the Soul Emperor heal after you regained consciousness, but unexpectedly..."

"I really don't know what kind of power you're talking about, sir." Xuanming looked up anxiously.

"Is there any other way to help the Soul Emperor heal? If you need my help, please speak frankly, Mr. Yue."

"After the Soul Emperor was injured, we and the others also searched for a solution, but that power was too domineering, and we were unable to find a solution."

After a moment's thought, Yue Tianji slowly said, "However, since that power is actively protecting you, it will certainly not harm you. I would like to take a drop of your original blood, which contains your original aura, and integrate it into the Soul Emperor's body. Perhaps this will help the Soul Emperor dispel this power."

Xuanming didn't quite understand, but he roughly understood that Yue Tianji wanted to take his blood.

"If my blood... the blood of origin can help the Soul Emperor, I am willing to cooperate with you to donate blood."

"Do you know what the Blood of Origin is?" This time it was Mu Yunzhi who spoke. He couldn't help but think that Xuanming's answer was too readily given.

"I don't know!" Xuanming honestly shook his head.

If you agree to something without knowing the details, aren't you afraid it might cost you your life?

Mu Yunzhi was speechless. This kid... could it be that his previous words about "living alone" and being naive about the world were not empty talk?

Mu Yunzhi suppressed her thoughts and explained to Xuanming, "The Blood of Origin is the manifestation of the power of origin, it is..."

As unfamiliar words entered his ears, Xuanming was initially confused, but gradually the confusion in his eyes disappeared.

After an incense stick has burned.

"Now, do you understand what the Blood of Origin is?" Mu Yunzhi put down his teacup and looked at the boy who seemed to still be digesting the information, and couldn't help but ask.

He said his mouth was dry and his throat was parched, but I hope it was all for nothing.

"Yes! I understand. Thank you for explaining, young master." Xuanming nodded in thanks.

Although he still didn't understand what the primordial power, cultivators, spiritual power, true qi, and other such things that Mu Yunzhishu mentioned actually looked like.

But Mu Yunzhishu's explanation was very comprehensive, and he now has a general understanding of their relationship.

Simply put, there is a power in this world that can be controlled by people through certain methods.

The power is like water, and people are like the wooden buckets used to hold the water.

The larger the barrel, the more water it can hold. The primordial blood is like the wood that makes up the barrel, determining its size and the amount of water it can hold.

Son!

It's been a long time since anyone has called him that!

Mu Yunzhi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young man and asked, "Well? Do you regret agreeing so hastily? This item concerns a cultivator's future and is by no means trivial."

"If you are unwilling, I can find another way," Yue Tianji said at the opportune moment, adding fuel to the fire.

"There were no cultivators where I lived before, so whether I become a cultivator or not makes no difference to me!" Xuanming said in a low voice.

He concealed his origins as a time traveler, but these words came from the bottom of his heart.

Lies always lead to deceptions, and deceptions are always exposed eventually. He was already very uncomfortable with the previous lies, and he didn't want to start with more lies.

Xuanming suppressed his chaotic thoughts and continued with some worry, "However, I have never cultivated before, nor am I a cultivator. I don't know if I have the blood of origin."

"The primordial blood is something that all living beings are born with!"

"Since you say there are other methods, you don't need to use this as an excuse if you are unwilling." Mu Yunzhi raised an eyebrow, her tone playful, as if she was convinced that Xuanming wanted to back out.

The problem is, I'm not from this world!

Xuanming wanted to shout those words out loud, but he forced himself to hold them back.