Chapter 223 - 188: The Source of the Bloodline

Even now, the young man remained silent, straining to keep his back straight.

This was the teaching of his father, to always keep one’s back straight no matter the difficulty, never to bow one’s head.

White Dragon watched the boy’s stubborn demeanor and nodded to himself in approval. With such courage and will, his plan was likely to succeed.

"Kid, I’m going to increase the firepower, or the deepest breath in your body cannot be completely expelled," White Dragon’s voice rang in Little Feng’s ear.

"Senior, bring it on!" Little Feng gritted his teeth and spat out each word from his mouth.

Seeing this, White Dragon surged with mana, and the Red Lotus Karma Fire instantly became even more ferocious.

The flames were so scorching hot, and the pain it inflicted upon his flesh was so unbearable, that Little Feng, biting his teeth, could no longer help but howl to the sky.

However, this was just the beginning; the intense pain came in waves, one after another, completely submerging him in a sea of agony.

In the beginning, Little Feng continued to endure with difficulty, but as time passed, he gradually lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

The orange flames continued to burn his body unremittingly, and the air even began to fill with the scent of roasting flesh.

At this moment, the Elixir he had just taken began to take effect once again, and countless green threads of breath roamed throughout his body, healing the flesh that had been destroyed by the flames.

At this point, Little Feng’s consciousness seemed to arrive at a mysterious place, surrounded by darkness, yet bustling noises came from all around.

Some were crying and shouting, others howling, and some whispering in secrecy.

Countless pieces of information began to flood Little Feng’s brain, and in the depths of the darkness, a voice seemed to be continuously tempting him.

"Give up, just give up, and you will be able to enjoy the most extreme pleasures of the world," that voice whispered continuously in his ear, trying to make him give up.

The intermittent pain made it difficult for him to maintain his balance, but the young man bit down hard on his teeth and did not let go. He knew very well that if he truly listened to the whispers in the darkness, death would be what awaited him.

The boy persisted in the darkness, never giving up no matter what voices came from the outside. As time went on, the pain in his body seemed to have lessened a lot.

"Child, you have suffered!" A gentle voice came.

The boy lifted his head and saw a kind face, that of his mother who had long passed away.

In that moment, tears that he could no longer hold back fell, and the boy who had been strong all along and hadn’t made a sound before the endless pain started to sob uncontrollably.

He looked at his mother as if wanting to pour out all the bitterness and grievances he had endured on his journey.

His mother’s figure gently embraced his head, her tender breath intoxicating Little Feng.

"Let’s go, child," the mother gently took his hand and began to pull him towards the deep darkness.

However, before they had taken more than a few steps, Little Feng released his mother’s hand.

His mother seemed a bit puzzled: "Why aren’t you coming, my child?"

Little Feng’s face revealed a sorrowful expression as he softly said, "Although very similar, you are not my mother."

The woman’s face suddenly turned into sheer darkness. She stood in the depth of the darkness, reaching out her arm, attempting to pull Little Feng into the deep darkness.

Seeing this, Little Feng quickly retreated, feeling a premonition that if he was pulled into that darkness, his life would also reach its end.

The woman’s arms were pitch black, covered with ferocious ghostly faces that let out mournful wails as they desperately reached towards Little Feng.

Just as the arms were about to touch Little Feng, suddenly, a burst of orange flames appeared, instantly enveloping the woman.

Piercing screams immediately filled Little Feng’s ears as the woman writhed in the flames, quickly transforming into a monstrous creature with countless fierce ghost heads.

It seemed to want to escape, instantly splitting into innumerable fierce ghosts, but the Red Lotus Karma Fire was its nemesis. No matter how many fierce ghosts there were, the flames would always follow, preventing them from escaping.

In a short while, the whole world quieted down.

Little Feng immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him, as if a heavy stone that had been pressing on him was completely gone.

At the same time, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the White Dragon standing by his side.

Carefully sensing his body, he found that it had regained its vitality. He looked up at the White Dragon with joy and sincerely thanked him.

The White Dragon, however, just waved his hand and then took out a red Elixir from his sleeve.

"What you’re seeing now is merely an illusion; the foundation of your body hasn’t truly been repaired. It’s simply because the Styx River mark was driven out, so your Soul feels relaxed."

Little Feng then realized that just as the White Dragon had said, he still couldn’t utilize Mana.

"Take this Elixir, it will help you awaken your Bloodline."

Little Feng didn’t hesitate at all, he lifted his head and swallowed the Elixir.

Soon, a hot sensation began to surge through his body, and he could feel his Bloodline starting to resonate.

The White Dragon quietly watched him and, noticing this change, murmured softly to himself, "It seems the stimulus isn’t enough."

Then, a terrifying aura burst forth from his body, carrying the power of the Bloodline as it struck towards Little Feng.

This power seemed to instill fear in Little Feng’s Bloodline, causing it to vibrate violently.

The young man’s newly healed body started to swell at the veins. He could clearly feel the power coming from his Bloodline.

This power was so volatile and terrifying. What followed was intense pain, but after the previous ordeal, the discomfort wasn’t as unbearable for him.

While his Bloodline was still in turmoil, Little Feng felt he still had excess energy.

Seeing this, the White Dragon nodded and said, "It seems my guess was correct. The pain you suffered from facing the Styx River directly has made your body accustomed to this tumultuous Bloodline power. Next is to uncover the power hidden within your Bloodline."

"The more ancient the Bloodline Power, the stronger it is. Grasp the opportunity well by yourself."

With that, Little Feng felt his consciousness seeming to enter his own body, with a pathway paved with blood appearing before his eyes.

Following his instincts, Little Feng started to sprint down this Bloodline pathway, with forms of different creatures flashing by on both sides.

They were massive wolves howling up to the heavens. Little Feng understood in his heart that these were the origins of his Bloodline, but he firmly remembered the teachings of the White Dragon.

He didn’t stop for the figures passing by, instead continuing to rush forward along the pathway of the Bloodline.

Just when he felt he was nearing his limit, a silver giant wolf appeared before him.