The Pig Emperor was completely focused on how to explore the black mist, desperately scouring its inherited memories for any relevant information.
Meanwhile, Mo Qi's thoughts were in a total mess due to his earlier conflicted thoughts.
So, neither of them noticed Yan's subtle move.
The moment the purple-gold blood landed on the black mist, the fog automatically parted, forming a tiny channel and allowing the blood to pass through.
"Descendant of mine, of royal blood. You are worthy. Come and receive the Nether King's inheritance!"
A voice only Yan could hear rang out.
'Legend says the Nether Ancestor once received a boon from the Nether King, which is how he gained the power to reshape the world, condense Nether Crystals, and lead our race to prosperity. The legends were true!' Yan thought excitedly.
The Nether King!
The creator of the Nether Race!
Or rather, he was the common ancestor of the entire Nether Race, the mythic figure they all worshipped!
