Chapter 25: Bloodline Supernatural Powers

He landed lightly upon the rock, feeling the rich spiritual energy surrounding him, his heart brimming with anticipation and excitement.

"Right here, I shall begin to refine the energy within my body and elevate my cultivation," Yun Yi resolved to himself.

Closing his eyes, he focused his mind and held his breath, then began to guide the energy from the blood pearl, allowing it to flow slowly and diffuse into every fiber of his being. As his cultivation progressed, his body gradually underwent a transformation. His frame seemed to become lighter and more resilient, and even his antennae, which resembled thin twigs, became sharper, capable of detecting the most subtle fluctuations in the air. He could clearly feel the surge of energy within him—a sense of fullness and power he had never known before—as his cultivation steadily advanced in silence.

Once the pure energy he had previously absorbed was fully refined, Yun Yi did not rest. He quickly retrieved more blood from a miniature spatial ring he carried—a tool acquired through unconventional means—and carefully injected it into the blood pearl within his body. The pearl acted like an inexhaustible furnace, converting this blood into even purer energy for his continued refinement.

Yun Yi repeated this process countless times, each iteration marked by an increase in his cultivation. Finally, after layers of accumulation and breakthroughs, he reached the Foundation Establishment stage—a qualitative leap for a mosquito. Now in the Foundation Establishment phase, he had long surpassed the limits of an ordinary mosquito. His body had expanded to the size of a rabbit, yet he retained his mosquito features, appearing only more robust and majestic. His skin gleamed with a faint metallic luster under the dim light, a natural protective layer formed after his advancement, at once tough and lightweight.

Beyond this, his aura was entirely different from before; it was a power that blended the ancient with the new, making even the dust in the air tremble slightly under his pressure. Every tiny molecule in his blood felt like an awakened sprite, leaping with joy to celebrate this unprecedented metamorphosis.

However, just as Yun Yi was immersed in the joy of his own improvement, preparing to embrace a wider world, an strange sensation suddenly surged into his heart. He was startled to discover that his blood seemed to harbor an indescribable energy. This force felt so foreign it sent a chill through him, yet so familiar, as if it were an innate part of his very existence, deeply intertwined with his bloodline, yet far beyond his current comprehension.

"What is this?" Yun Yi pondered, his eyes flashing with curiosity and the desire to explore.

With the advent of the Foundation Establishment stage, his divine sense had also awakened—an ability to perceive the external world and gain insight into all things. He cautiously mobilized this newly acquired power, extending his divine sense like a fine thread deep into the heart of that mysterious energy. This energy had lain dormant within him since the day of his birth, like a sleeping giant awaiting the moment of its awakening.

As his divine sense delved deeper, Yun Yi seemed to step into a brand-new, fantastical world. It was filled with ancient and complex runes, some circling in the void, others etched into nothingness. Each rune contained boundless wisdom and power, appearing like a vast treasure left by ancestors, waiting for their descendants to discover and comprehend.

Within this mysterious realm, Yun Yi could almost hear the whispers of his ancestors. The voices traversed the barriers of time and space, carrying the vicissitudes and weight of history, allowing him to feel the long-standing heritage of the Mosquito Demon clan. These whispers, like ancient incantations, awakened the slumbering memories within him, granting him a deeper understanding of the essence of this energy.

Suddenly, that dormant energy seemed to be gently stirred by an unknown force, beginning to churn within his vast, boundless sea of consciousness. Like a sleeping dragon roused from its slumber, the energy surged with endless might and mystery, shaking Yun Yi’s spirit. Immediately following, the churning energy began to transform, condensing into form as lines of bloody, ancient script. These characters, vivid as the most brilliant sunset and radiant as the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminated his entire sea of consciousness as if it were broad daylight—a breathtaking and magnificent sight.

Ultimately, these crimson runes stabilized, aligning neatly from left to right to form an ancient scripture: *The Undying Blood Manual*.

A sense of indescribable excitement welled up in Yun Yi. He murmured to himself, "So this energy is actually such a powerful cultivation technique. For me, at this moment, this is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

He chanted the ancient incantation in a low voice: "The Undying Blood Manual: using blood as a guide, transforming the power of all spirits to forge an undying body. The first layer: Condense blood to its ultimate state, then use this essence as a guide to manifest ten thousand blades."

As he chanted, the bloodline within him seemed to ignite, and waves of warm, potent power surged through his body. He suddenly opened his eyes, which now flashed with a blood-red light—the hallmark of bloodline power.

Yet, Yun Yi was well aware that while this martial skill was powerful, it came at a significant cost to himself. Every time he unleashed it, it consumed a vast amount of his vital essence and demonic energy; if used recklessly and without restraint, it could cause severe damage to his own body. Even so, he did not harbor the slightest intention of retreating.

"Since there is nothing urgent at the moment, I might as well put aside the cultivation of my realm and focus on mastering this martial skill," Yun Yi reasoned internally. "In the future, this technique will surely become a great asset when facing enemies."

In his view, while repeating his previous training methods could steadily increase his strength, he would often still feel inadequate when confronted by powerful foes. This martial skill, which could transform blood into ten thousand blades, was the very key to breaking his bottleneck and elevating his strength.

Thus, Yun Yi began to quietly refine the surrounding spiritual energy, adjusting his own power to its optimal state. He closed his eyes, continuing to chant the ancient and mysterious incantation in a low voice. Every syllable seemed to vibrate in the air, creating a marvelous resonance with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He condensed his vital essence to the absolute limit—a painful and protracted process—but he gritted his teeth and persisted, as if determined to concentrate the entire essence of his being into a single drop of blood. Afterward, he began to stir his demonic energy, the unique source of power he possessed as a mosquito. The demonic energy churned within him, merging with his vital essence, as if preparing for the transformation to come.

Thus, through continuous trial and exploration, Yun Yi suddenly felt a stir in his heart, as if he had caught a glimpse of an important opportunity. In the next moment, he gave a light flick of his hand, forcing out that single drop of vital essence he had condensed to its absolute peak, letting it hover like a precious gemstone.