Chapter 1108 - 799: Blood Clan Ancestors (2)

Chapter 1108: Chapter 799: Blood Clan Ancestors (2)

Shen Tang seemed to hear the panicked cries of the Beast Husbands and suddenly woke up, turning to look—there was no one behind him!

The Beast Husbands had all disappeared.

Xu Xing and the others were also completely gone.

Everyone had vanished.

Yet Shen Tang still stood in the desert, the tree in front of her, the surroundings both familiar and unfamiliar.

The White Bone Tree seemed much younger, not as towering and robust, and its branches did not spread as far.

Not far away, there were occasionally Beastmen dressed in ancient attire coming and going, carrying or dragging goods, clearly merchants traveling far from home.

Although the desert here was also hot and scorching, it was far less harsh than she remembered. Normally, there were still some caravans passing through, though they would still face many dangers. Sometimes, many Beastmen failed to endure and died here.

These Beastmen seemed completely oblivious to Shen Tang, rushing past her, and some even passed directly through her body.

Shen Tang looked down at her hands, stunned, they were semi-transparent.

... Is this, an illusion realm?

The Beastmen moved hurriedly, walking quickly, and sometimes swept past like phantoms.

Shen Tang steadied her mind, confirming this was not reality.

She seemed to have been pulled into some kind of illusion realm.

Could she have entered the memory of this tree?

This is too incredible!

Suddenly, in the distance, she saw two people walking towards her.

A man and a woman, both with deep red long hair, tall figures, and beautiful faces. They wore exotic clothing, with complex patterns embroidered on their robes, appearing both noble and mysterious.

The man was tall, young and handsome, with deep and sharp features, dressed in luxury, his aura exuding a seductive wickedness, and his presence was very compelling and strong.

The woman wore a veil, draping from her head, covering her eyes, yet her misty and stunning beauty was still discernible.

Her attire was even more intricate and luxurious, adorned with agate, amber, jade bone and other precious ornaments, exuding opulence, mature charm, and a sacred and gentle aura.

When Shen Tang saw the two, she was momentarily dazed.

These... Blood Clan People?

Or more accurately, ancestors of the Blood Clan existing in the memory of this tree.

Scanning the man’s face, Shen Tang’s expression showed a hint of complexity.

He remarkably resembled Necro, probably a former Blood Race King.

The man saw the corpses on the ground, frowned with disdain, "We Blood Clan established our territory in such a harsh place to avoid being disturbed by idle folks, yet so many still come seeking death."

The woman’s tone was compassionate, "Don’t say that, these are poor travelers, trading their lives for money to survive. Let them rest in peace."

She raised her hand and sent forth a stream of blood energy, causing the bones to vanish, merging completely into the sand.

The man grumbled, "Ah Zhao, you’re too soft-hearted! Don’t forget that many Beastmen have disappeared from our clan recently, possibly related to these people."

The woman shook her head, "These people are just passing travelers, unrelated to the clan’s matters. They are innocent, please don’t misplace your anger, Your Majesty."

The man’s brows were defiant, crossing his arms, laughing coldly, "Huh, guilty or not makes no difference to me. These ignorant Beastmen dared to trespass here; losing their lives serves them right."

The woman’s tone remained gentle, yet carried a trace of rebuke, "Your Majesty, do not speak so recklessly."

"I..." The man noticed her displeasure, closed his mouth, and did not say more.

The woman approached the White Bone Tree, her delicate white fingers emitting a hint of energy, carefully carving on the trunk.

The White Bone Tree was extremely hard, ordinary Beastmen could not leave marks on it with stones or sharp tools.

But the patterns the woman carved with her superpower could remain unchanged for millennia.

After finishing, she touched the marked patterns on the tree, saying softly, "If someone can find this place, they are destined. These totems can guide them to leave."

The man seemed dissatisfied, yet also somewhat resigned, "Enough about this, let’s go."

Just as the two were about to leave, the elegant and beautiful woman suddenly turned her head, her gaze falling precisely in Shen Tang’s direction.

In that moment, she seemed to truly see her, across countless years and spaces.

Shen Tang’s heart trembled, her breath held still.

The woman appeared astonished, then smiled, "What a coincidence, to meet an Outer Clan descendant from the future. Your fate is quite unusual, closely tied with our Blood Clan."

Shen Tang was dumbfounded, too shocked to speak.

She!

She actually saw her?!

Shen Tang even didn’t notice, when the woman spoke to her, time seemed to stop flowing.

The surrounding space instantly froze, even the Blood Clan man beside the woman seemed to turn into a statue, motionless.

The entire space seemed to contain only the two of them, able to hear each other’s voices.

"Are you... Blood Clan High Priest, Ying Zhao!"

Shen Tang recalled the Blood Clan history book she had read before, mentioning the last High Priest of the Blood Clan, a legendary figure who prophesied the Blood Clan catastrophe, with the single name "Zhao."

Under the veil, those blood-red eyes seemed to see through everything.

The woman smiled, "Indeed, we are destined, unfortunately, I cannot directly meet with you. I know you have many questions for me, but unfortunately... there is no time."

"I left a strand of my spiritual consciousness here, hoping to help in a thousand years."

As Ying Zhao spoke, she transformed a blade and sliced her palm directly, the red blood dripping onto the tree, the pale trunk seemingly swallowing the blood, turning a patch into red.

Soon, the ancient tree bloomed with white flowers!

But the white flower quickly withered and fell to the ground, turning into dust.

Time and space began to flow again.

The Blood Clan man grabbed Ying Zhao’s injured palm, angrily said, "What are you doing?"

Ying Zhao looked up at him, her face under the veil tantalizingly beautiful, "Your Majesty, please drink my blood."

The man smelled the sweet blood scent, his Adam’s apple rolled fiercely, and his eyes instantly turned into blood-red vertical pupils.

Unable to resist the desire, he bowed and kissed her palm, the potent blood all rolled onto his tongue.

Ying Zhao’s complexion seemed paler, but her face showed a gentle, blissful smile, even looking at the young, handsome man before her, with a trace of remorseful affection.

The man licked the blood traces clean from his lips, quickly taking out a specially made powder and sprinkling it on her palm.

The wound on Ying Zhao’s palm quickly healed, leaving not even a scar.

The man’s pupils returned to deep red, his handsome face showing a faint blush of delight, yet seeming discouraged, he scolded, "Don’t do this again, I... don’t want to drink your blood."

"Your Majesty can best hold off, you’ve been in throne for half a year, the marriage cannot be delayed any longer." Ying Zhao slowly retracted her hand from his, her tone still mild.

The man’s face instantly turned ashen, his sleeve swung heavily, and he turned to leave.

Ying Zhao also walked leisurely along. But before she left, she still glanced at Shen Tang standing under the tree, her red lips gently parted, "White Bone Flower will guide you to find our homeland, and uncover the secrets buried beneath the sands by our clan."

As the words fell, their figures vanished.

The surrounding images became blurred, then like a shattered bubble, all fractured and disappeared.

Shen Tang’s vision went dark, and when she regained consciousness, she heard Shen Li’s anxious voice.

"Xiao Tang’er!"

"Tangtang, are you alright? What happened just now that you suddenly fainted?"