Dao Yi was too far from Chen Jiuge, so the interlude with the Nine-Headed Clan did not really affect him—it was as if he had merely watched a grand performance.
Perhaps it was only for an instant, yet it seemed so distant. As an angry roar erupted, the oppressive presence in the sky also dissipated.
A drop of blood radiating purple light fell from the sky. It seemed like just a single drop, yet it was so massive, even larger than the body of the grey elephant ancestor.
The blood fell to the earth, and a purple pillar of light stood tall at the very core of the land.
"What's this?" Chen Jiuge murmured.
"The blood of a Dao Yi from the Nine-Headed Clan," Xiu Wenfei said, a hint of longing on his face.
"Isn't it from a Half-Step Dao Yi?" Chen Jiuge asked, puzzled.
Luo Wencheng looked at the nearby pillar of light with a complex gaze and remarked, "Being a Half-Step Dao Yi doesn't mean they can't break through to the Dao Yi realm; it's merely for the sake of freedom."
