Chapter 3680: Chapter 3680: The Energy Of A Drop Of Blood

Glowing before the Primeval Lord of Heaven and the other human heroes was the ancestry-level bloodline.

They attempted to trace it with their eyes. Its very existence was unusual to them. Its aura was truly unlike any other aura they had ever felt from the blended bloodlines.

The blended bloodlines of the thirteen wolf teeth had thirteen different auras, each with their own special quality.

For instance, the wolf tooth on the furthest right held the power of fire, from which its scorching aura truly radiated. Its aura was so strong that even if the tooth had been damaged, it still emitted heat. If one inched towards it, they would feel a burning sensation seep into their flesh.

The third wolf tooth from the right radiated a completely different aura. Unlike the previous one, this one was soft and quiet, comfortable even. If one laid their hands upon it, tension would disappear completely from their bodies, being replaced with serenity.

There were other auras in the thirteen wolf teeth. Some complemented each other; some opposed each other. Either way, with all of the auras' complexities, it was difficult to deny the teeth were extraordinary.

The aura of the ancestry-level bloodline was also extraordinary but for a different reason.

To Primeval Lord of Heaven and his companions, it was obvious the ancestry-level bloodline's composition was unusual, but even so, they knew it was far from complex.

It was the simplest thing. It was pure and perfect.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven sighed, putting a hand over his chest.

None of them knew how the Four Spirits Sect was able to obtain such an excellent object.

Out of all of them there, it was Zen who knew how truly powerful the ancestry-level bloodline was. Because of this, it was him who knew how to appreciate it the most for all it was.

However, he also knew that despite how powerful it was, it was nothing unless he was able to make use of it.

Moreover, the ancestry-level bloodline had a mind of its own. No one was able to control it. It made its own decisions.

It could decide to help Zen, but it could also devour him completely.

Despite this, Zen decided its power was worth the risk. After he made a cut on his arm, he spoke, “I do not know whose side you are on, but more than ever, I need you to hear me out. The Monkey Spirit King is in a deep slumber. Only the thirteen wolf teeth can wake him up! If you are against the Monkey Spirit King, then continue ignoring me! But if you are willing to help him, I beg you. Please restore the bloodlines of the wolf teeth!”

He knew this was a desperate action, but he had to do it. Knowing no one was able to force the ancestry-level bloodline into doing any course of action, he called onto it directly, telling it the problem they were facing.

This was the most he could do to persuade it into taking their side.

A few of the human heroes looked at Zen with a mixture of wonder and pity on their faces.

What he was doing was so out-of-character.

For them, it was inconceivable to see Zen talk to his own bloodline and try to ask it to do something.

Of course, Zen felt frustrated about this. Moreover, with the lack of response from the ancestry-level bloodline, he was beginning to lose hope.

But a few seconds later, to his surprise, he felt something trickling down his arm. He looked down and saw a drop of blood leaving his wound. It was the ancestry-level bloodline! ℞ᴀɴôBÈʂ

Zen's eyes widened. He could not believe what he was seeing in front of him. Since he had fused with it, this was the first time it had listened to him and left his body!

It submitted to his request!

'Yes!' Zen cheered, holding his arm as he stood up in excitement.

Da! The others all heard and looked at the source of the sound. To everyone's surprise, it was the drop of blood.

They knew how it would look, but no one was aware of how it weighed. Surprisingly enough, it was extremely heavy.

It was only the size of a soybean, but it was so weighty that it fell to the ground with a loud thud, calling everyone's attention.

After a few seconds, the drop of blood that fell to the ground rolled towards the nearest wolf tooth. It climbed right on top of it and seeped into it until it could no longer be seen.

After a few seconds, the wolf tooth's once dull aura began to revitalize.

Like an old man returning to his youth, the wolf tooth gained its strength back!

The holes that once covered the tooth were filled. The cracks that were once there were suddenly gone. Its once gray color was replaced with a soft pearl.

And its glow began to grow brighter and brighter. It was finally alive, and it was making itself known! Its impressive aura was reaching lengths far beyond it, filling the cave.

It made it nearly impossible for the human heroes to breathe.

“Is this the wolf tooth's true form?” the real Fuxi asked, astonishment evident in his tone.

“This is what the Monkey Spirit King needs!” the Primeval Lord of Heaven exclaimed.

He had studied the wolf teeth for years. The stories he read and the people he discussed them with would speak of their tremendous power, but he secretly thought that the wolf teeth were too weak to awaken the sleeping Monkey Spirit King.

It was not until now, having seen the wolf tooth in its true form of vitality, did the Primeval Lord of Heaven realize it was truly full of power.

It was so strong and powerful that its aura penetrated through the enchanted barriers of the cave. Even Tearrag, Hagar and Nereus, who remained outside of the cave to guard it from unwanted visitors, felt its aura.

Truth be told, when they agreed to the Primeval Lord of Heaven's request, they did not have much hope in their hearts that they would succeed. They did it out of their sheer loyalty to the Monkey Spirit King.

Tearrag, having felt the revitalized aura of the wolf tooth, began to wear expressions of incredulity on his face.

“These humans,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Have they really repaired the wolf tooth?

Are they really able to fix them?" he continued.

He felt the excitement rush through his veins. Before his mind could even think about it, his feet were already moving, rushing inside of the cave.

Bang!

He had just passed through one of the enchanted barriers outside the cave. There were several more ahead of him.

With his exceptional strength, he knew he would be able to pass through all of them without a sweat.

But then, he remembered the promise he had made to the Primeval Lord of Heaven. After they built the cave, the Primeval Lord of Heaven had made them promise that no matter what would happen, they would not enter the cave and pry into the process of awakening the Monkey Spirit King. And they agreed.

So Tearrag, despite his curiosity and excitement, resisted the urge to break through the enchanted barriers and see the wolf tooth for himself. Instead, he fell on his knees and offered a silent wish.

He said, “Humans, I do not care what method you use. Please do your best to restore the rest of the wolf teeth.”

Little did Tearrag know that as he was doing this, the drop of blood, which entered into the first wolf tooth, moved into the second wolf tooth. The magic that happened with the first one also happened with the second one! Its dents were fixed. It gained its color, and it glowed even brighter!

The drop of blood then rolled into the third wolf tooth, the fourth one, and then the fifth one! It went on and on!

Tearrag was shocked to feel the waves of auras one after the other. The human heroes inside the cave felt the same way.

Before this, none of them knew how many drops were needed from the ancestry-level bloodline in order to restore the thirteen wolf teeth. All of them suspected it would take a large amount to fix something so broken.

But the reality was something they did not even consider.

Only a single drop of blood was needed to restore all of the wolf teeth.

Soon enough, it repaired all of them! The thirteen wolf teeth glowed, and their merged aura was more powerful than ever.

As soon as the drop of blood restored all of the teeth, it climbed up Zen's arm. It went directly towards his wound and entered it, sending off the same stream of energy it had given the wolf teeth to his arm. A few seconds later, the long wound on Zen's arm was fading into clear and smooth skin. The drop of blood healed his wound so quickly. It was as if nothing ever happened to it!

“This bloodline...” the real Chiyou trailed. “It is so amazing! I really have no words for it,” he continued, his eyebrows still furrowed in disbelief.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven approached Zen, putting a hand over his shoulder. “Everyone,” he said, calling all of their attention. “Because of Zen, we were able to accomplish the impossible. Let us hope that this luck goes on until the end of our journey.”

By no means was doing what they had just done an easy task, and by no means what they were yet to do was easy as well. However, with this success, they began to feel hopeful.

What they were previously worried about was how to deceive the Monkey Spirit King. Although most of the Monkey Masters did not give much thought to what method they had used to wake the Monkey Spirit King up, there was still the possibility that some of them and even Monkey Spirit King himself would figure out the truth.

The Monkey Spirit King was very knowledgeable. Once he awakened, in an instant, he would know that it was the ancestry-level bloodline that had restored the thirteen wolf teeth.

But having reached so far already, the group knew that fear could not be a choice.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven raised his arms up, and as he did, the enchanted barriers guarding the cave had been brought down, giving access to those who wished to enter. Tearrag, who had been waiting so long for this opportunity, immediately ran inside.

Upon seeing the restored thirteen wolf teeth, he cried out in happiness. “Yes!” he exclaimed, his voice being loud enough for it to reverberate throughout the cave. In this state of celebration, he quickly acted, sending the information of the restored wolf teeth back to Ghost Mountain.

After Manuel was killed, he revived inside the Ghost Mountain, wherein he led the Monkey Masters and the Great Ghost Priests to repair the place.

Even though Manuel was busy, upon hearing the news, he immediately dropped whatever he was doing and rushed to the cave to see if the news was true.

Following him were all the Monkey Masters, who were also eager to see if the thirteen wolf teeth had truly been restored.

Although Manuel wanted so badly for the news to be true, he could not shake off the doubt in the back of his head.

He used to be the star of the Eternal Divine Courtyard, so he knew that the ancestry-level bloodline was the only object to be able to restore the thirteen wolf teeth to their original forms, and the ancestry-level bloodline was something a person could not get a hold of so easily.

Could it be that these humans were able to reach the ancestry-level bloodline?

The thought of it was more absurd than being able to restore the wolf teeth. But it was there. It was real.

Manuel shook off his confusion and focused on what was in front of him. He called on a Monkey Master.

The Monkey Master brought out a long hemp rope from the Ghost Mountain.

He pierced the hemp rope into the wolf teeth, forming a necklace. The Monkey Master carried it in his hand, making sure not to scratch or drop such delicate and important objects. Manuel said, “Bring the Thirteen Teeth Necklace to the Monkey Spirit King. Make sure no harm comes to the necklace on the way.” The Monkey Master nodded and went on his way.

All of the Monkey Masters went to the sleeping Monkey Spirit King, making sure the Thirteen Teeth Necklace was safe and used by the one who needed it the most.

When they arrived, none of them dared to be too close to the Monkey Spirit King. They all knew he had just undergone a traumatic crisis. He was only experiencing the world in his dreams, but his dreams convoluted his reality, making his actions unpredictable. They did not know how he would react to them, so they took caution.

They knew the Monkey Spirit King might attack if he sensed there was something wrong.

Swoosh!

With a quick yet careful flick of a wrist, the Monkey Master carrying the Thirteen Teeth Necklace was able to drop it onto the Monkey Spirit King's neck.

Being asleep and deep in a restless dream, the Monkey Spirit King was not able to see what had been placed upon him, but he was able to feel it. He felt the additional weight that had been placed upon his neck, and it took up its own form in his dream.

In the darkness of his sleep, he saw something glowing from the corner of his vision. It was the Thirteen Teeth Necklace, and it had just arrived in his world of dream.