Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

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.

the ancestry-level bloodline had a mind of its own. No one was

to help Zen, but it could also

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

was able to force the ancestry-level bloodline into doing any course of action, he called

could do to persuade it

few of the human heroes looked at Zen with a mixture of wonder and pity on

was doing was so out-of-character.

Zen talk to his own bloodline and try to ask it to

of response from the ancestry-level

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!

front of him. Since he had fused with it, this was the first time it had listened to him and left his

to his

holding his arm as

at the source of the sound. To everyone's surprise, it was

one was aware of how it weighed. Surprisingly enough, it

the size of a soybean, but it was so weighty that it fell to the ground with a loud

blood that fell to the ground rolled towards the nearest wolf tooth. It climbed right on top of it and seeped into it until

few seconds, the wolf tooth's once

old man returning to his youth, the wolf tooth gained its strength

that were once there were suddenly gone. Its once gray color was

it was making itself known! Its impressive aura was reaching lengths far beyond

nearly impossible for the

the wolf tooth's true form?" the real