Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Since the core of Heavenly Obsession Civilization couldn't decipher the Sanskrit words on the seventeenth stone tablet, they had no choice but to leave it to the Monkey Masters.

Although there was little hope, Zen still decided to take the stone tablet to them to ask.

Upon receiving the stone tablet from Zen, Tearrag didn't show any impatience. He looked it over for a bit before declaring, "These are not Sanskrit words."

"Not Sanskrit words?" Zen echoed, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Earlier, the records on the stone tablets Zen read were all written in Sanskrit. Could there possibly be another language in the Four Spirits Sect?

Tearrag held up the stone tablet. "It's a Blood-controlling Method," he said. "Look at these curved lines. Don't you think they look like a monkey?"

Zen, the real Primeval Lord of Heaven and the real Snake Goddess all turned their gazes to the stone tablet to study it once more.

Now that Tearrag pointed it out, they could vaguely make out a figure.

Although these lines were messy, they were actually very similar to the meridians in one's body.

"I think it looks more like a human..." the Primeval Lord of Heaven couldn't help but speak up.

"Monkey!" Tearrag snapped decisively, casting him a glare.

One of the reasons why the Human Spirit Sect and the Monkey Spirit Sect were very close to each other was that their bodies were similar in form.

Thus, if the human spirits could use the methods created by Kincaid, the monkey spirits wouldn't have any problem performing the same. However, it was a different story for the bird and snake spirits.

"How does one use this Blood-controlling Method?" Zen cleared his throat.

"Just operate according to the meridians on the pattern. These four pictures are four small circulations, and they form one big circulation..." As Tearrag spoke, his fingers were tracing the lines on the stone tablet. Suddenly, his expression changed. "This operation method is so strange. Does this really have anything to do with the ancestry-level bloodline?"

In fact, the Blood-controlling Method created by Kincaid was no secret in the Four Spirits Sect. However, the Monkey Masters had no interest in matters outside their sect. While they had great talent in cultivation, they only really cared about the methods they could make use of.

If one couldn't merge with the ancestry-level bloodline, the Blood-controlling Method was deemed useless to them, so the Monkey Masters didn't concern themselves with it.

However, what appeared to be a useless waste to the Monkey Masters turned out to be extremely important to Zen. Talk about one man's trash being another one's treasure!

The real Snake Goddess suddenly spoke up. "Back then, when no one could absorb the ancestry-level bloodline, what was the point of creating this Blood-controlling Method?"

some people from the Human Spirit Sect had asked us to collect all kinds of materials to make puppets. The Blood-controlling Method wasn't used on living beings. They wanted

Spirit Sect had used all the methods

living things, after all. So

he shifted his

excitedly, "Since this Blood-controlling Method didn't work on puppets, how about we try using it on

of Zen, the Primeval Lord of Heaven

now..."

that happened to Zen's

a mind of its own. If this Blood-controlling Method actually worked, then Zen

Zen. In fact, the Monkey Spirit King was hoping Zen would find a solution here.

his eyes to concentrate. Then, an invisible force lifted the stone tablet and it floated in front of him.

various ways to control the ancestry-level bloodline, but none of them worked. After so many failed attempts, he didn't know what to

shoved his doubts to the back of his mind as he envisioned the pattern of

right shoulder and terminated

he manipulated his blood to flow

bloodline was like a docile kitten as it flowed in the

Snake Goddess, and Tearrag, who were not far away, sensed that something was out of

now, but they all knew that things could change in the

was very complicated, and the lines contained rules that Zen found difficult to

guided his blood, Zen quietly marveled at the intricacy

to explore it bit by bit as he slowly took control of it. And it would not be surprising that he would finally

didn't know how he had drawn these lines. What kind of talent it

an hour later, Zen

he suddenly felt a chill rushing up from his

then felt something stirring in

wrapped in the middle. The rune was

"What's this?"

Sanskrit, neither did it look like

Zen had never come across such a rune

small circulation

it off and proceeded to cultivate the second small

quarter of an hour later, Zen finished the second small circulation and another square appeared in