The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 1231 644: Heterogeneous Bloodline

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Even if a surprised expression suddenly appeared, the vortex above would turn deep red, causing the entire sky to turn crimson.

Then, a chilling scream emitted from the withered Beastbirth Flower. At the same time, a powerful aura began to descend. If this process was completed, it would indicate that anything inside the flower was already dead.

It would prematurely expire, without even having a chance to be born. Yan Xiaobao began to tremble, and the four Peak Lords were astonished.

"It has a heterogeneous bloodline! Its thoughts find it difficult to keep its body intact!"

"Damn it! I knew this would happen!"

"That beast will never see the light..."

Even though the four Peak Lords expressed their shock, Yan Xiaobao trembled, staring at the Legendary Flower. He could sense the life inside struggling to emerge, but it couldn't manifest. It hovered on the brink of death, even exuding a powerful death aura.

Suddenly, a blurred figure appeared in the air above the Beastbirth Flower. He couldn't see him clearly, but he seemed to be an elder in a white robe. He hovered there serenely, completely devoid of any aura.

His cultivation base... was completely unreadable!

Everyone present was mentally shaken. The numerous disciples present had never seen this elder before, but the Peak Lords had completed their tasks and were utterly astonished. Their eyes widened, and they knelt down to kowtow.

"The Third Generation Clan Leader..."

Upon hearing this, the disciples' minds spun, and they too fell and kowtowed.

Yan Xiaobao was somewhat dazed, not even noticing the newcomer. His attention was entirely focused on the life inside the withered Beastbirth Flower, his heart trembling, tears welling up in his eyes.

The elder in the white robe looked at the flower, then his right hand flashed with a spell gesture as he infused life force into it. However, after a moment, the death aura became even more intense than before.

Hearing some inaudible sounds, the elder in white turned toward the direction of the Ancient Beast Canyon.

There, the Heavenly Ink Dragon opened its mouth, and a drop of golden blood flew out, causing the dragon to visibly age. At the same time, Heavenhorn watched the Beastbirth Flower with anxious anticipation.

The golden blood glided through the air in a beam of golden light until it reached the Beastbirth Flower. The elder in white sighed. His eyes flashed as he performed a double-handed spell gesture, causing clouds in the sky to transform into a magical symbol, and when it entered the Beastbirth Flower, it merged with the golden blood.

"With a heterogeneous bloodline, its chances of survival are very slim," the elder said. "This will sustain for at most Nine Heavens. Whether it survives and manages to find its way out of the Beastbirth Flower depends on the beast's willpower. What a pity... After all, it seems to be a soul creature with a fifth-order bloodline." Even this elder was unable to thoroughly challenge Heaven and alter fate. The beast's fate depends entirely on its own destiny. "With a heterogeneous bloodline, its chances of survival are very slim," the elder said. "This will sustain for at most Nine Heavens. Whether it survives and manages to find its way out of the Beastbirth Flower depends on the beast's willpower. What a pity... After all, it seems to be a soul creature with a fifth-order bloodline." Even this elder was unable to thoroughly challenge Heaven and alter fate. The beast's fate depends entirely on its own destiny.

He glanced at Yan Xiaobao, his eyes filled with compassion, then flicked his sleeve and disappeared into the shimmering light.

After he left, the four Peak Lords slowly stood up. Staring reverently at the place where the elder had vanished, they then turned to look at Yan Xiaobao, who still stood there, dazed.

All of this seemed somewhat unsettling. Anyone who worked as hard as Yan Xiaobao, only to find that the battle beast might not be born, would feel dejected. Especially considering the rarity of Beastbirth Seeds in the cultivation world.

The four Peak Lords sighed. Their anger towards Yan Xiaobao dissipated, and they slowly began to walk away. Considering the sudden turn of events, the disciples on the North Shore also refrained from causing trouble for Yan Xiaobao. Although many of them were still angry, they merely turned and quietly left.

Soon, dusk had fallen, and Yan Xiaobao was the only one left at the Beast Music Academy. He stood there, dazed, looking at the withered Beastbirth Flower, the small figure inside struggling. This creature seemed to be fighting for its life.

As he slowly took a step forward and sat beside the Beastbirth Flower, tears began to roll down Yan Xiaobao's cheeks as he reached out and placed his hand on its surface.

The sorrow he felt was clearly visible on his face; he just couldn't bring himself to accept what was happening. At this moment, he didn't want to see the eventual battle beast. He simply hoped that the small life form inside the flower could survive, even if it wasn't powerful at all.

Giving birth to this creature and the thought of watching it die was as painful as a sword stab to his heart. Worse yet, he was powerless. He was at the tenth level of Qi Condensation, but could do nothing. That feeling left him suffocated and helpless.

Night fell. Watching the life of this creature gradually slip away left Yan Xiaobao trembling with fear. He couldn't help but recall the village life when his parents were sick. They held his hand and told him... to keep on living.