Yenny didn't think Trure Trone was such a shame.

Whatever, he went into a prefection in immortality phase, with a teacher who had ascended to the celestial realm, and a senior brother who had reached the mahayana phase, was not pitiful.

"What's so special about you?" Trure Trone surveyed the young girl in front of her with absolute certainty. "Otherwise the guarding mountain tiger-dragon would not have gone crazy and attacked such a student of meditation phase as you."

"Something special? I don't know yet. Could you please tell me about it?" Yenny retorted.

The only thing special about her was the drop of the ancient god's blood that was sealed in her storage ring, or she would not have been able to pick up her life in the mouth of the beast. But she really did not know why the beast that had been vanquished would strike at such a weak target like her.

"If it has nothing to do with you, let it go. I have reinforced the seal on the lake so that such accidents will not happen again." Trure Trone wasn't about to embarrass a young girl, but he was gone in a flash.

Yenny was secretly relieved. The blood of the ancient god was too precious and priceless for her. And it would be easy for not only a powerful person like Trure Trone, but also an ordinary foundation stage, Mir, to kill her and seize her treasure.

Mir took her straight to the ninth Peak of minor college to get her settled in a yard, then left quickly. Just as Mir said the ninth peak in minor college was a vast territory with a sparse population.

Even new member like Yenny were assigned to a courtyard with a simple guard craft and a large area, which ensured privacy.

She changed into the uniform of the minor college, put away her identity token, and briefly scanned the stuffs they had issued to the new members of the outer door. An introductory spell book, five low-class spiritual stones, and a bottle of six capsules to aid for cultivation of meditation phase.

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Instead of studying these stuffs and getting used to surrounding, Yenny packed up, sat in adjusting breath for a full recovery, and then seriously took out the storage ring that she had not swindled away.

Drop blood on it and connect with it.

When Yenny and the storage ring slowly developed a connection, she didn’t discover a surprising secret inside the ring.

Was she not so lucky because she was not the heroine?

Yenny thought about it for a while, and considered it was more likely because of the low-class purity of her lifeblood. If that was the case, she would have to awaken it with more blood.

Seeing that the ring was still sucking her blood, Yenny felt confident yet worried about whether she would bleed to death.

Fortunately, she should not die, in the near unbearable, the ring finally was full, and cut off the blood absorption.

Yenny took the opportunity to take back her hand, quickly took two pills to replenish blood and swallowed.

She was about to check again to see if anything had changed when she saw a flash of light and fainted.

She did not know how long it was before Yenny came to her senses. In a daze, she soon found herself in a special space. The space was so large but it felt strangely familiar to her.

Suddenly thinking that this could be the storage ring space, Yenny unconsciously wanted to find the blood of the ancient god and the countless top class spiritual stone. But she found nothing.

Yenny was a little disappointed.

"Only a hundred thousand years, our bloodline had thinned and faded to the point of extinction! But it's a good thing you’re qualified, or my lineage would have been cut off." A elder’s voice sighed, which startled Yenny.

What the hell was this? She did not know that the existence of this old man!

"Hello?" Yenny steadied herself and greeted tentatively.

“Little girl, don’t have to be nervous, I am just a wisp of mind, left more than one hundred thousand years ago. Your bloodline may be thin, but at least you are a descendant of our ancient god clan, and as you are a rare innate spirit form, you will receive my inheritance.” The older’s voice sounded again, with a little kindness in.

"What is the innate spirit form?" Yenny was really confused and blurted out: "I am not the most common third-class lifeblood?"

The voice paused, but he quickly realized that a lot of things had changed dramatically in the world of cultivation after more than 100,000 years.