An Ordinary Path to Immortality

crack? What could be wrong with these cracks?

"These cracks should be the passages connecting the two worlds. This seems to have nothing to do with the sinners, right?" Fang Ping was puzzled.

"If there are just cracks, it doesn't matter." Under the control of the Thirteenth Prince, these cracks opened and closed:

"In fact, if there were not these cracks, there would be no connection between the worlds at all. If time goes by, maybe each other will only live in their own worlds, and the news about the creatures in the world will change with time. It disappeared little by little, until in the end no one knew that there were so many other worlds and creatures besides their own.”

Fang Ping nodded, agreeing with the Thirteenth Prince's words.

After all, if the worlds were completely closed, as generations of strong men gradually fell and disappeared, a lot of ancient news would be wiped out by history along with them.

The Thirteenth Prince sighed with emotion: "Just like the monks on the mainland now, because time has been too long, they already know very little about what happened at that time.

So much so that those ignorant people actually think that we are all descendants of a sinful race and are shouting at us to beat and kill us. "

The topic was back on track again, and Fang Ping couldn't help but listen carefully.

The Thirteenth Prince did not tell the whole story directly, but instead asked Fang Ping: "If my guess is correct, your Taoist injuries appeared after refining the talisman bones."

Fang Ping did not deny it and said: "Yes, at that time, the junior thought that the talisman bone came from another world and was not allowed by the rules of heaven and earth, so later on, the junior did not dare to continue refining it further."

The Thirteenth Prince was noncommittal and said with a slightly excited expression: "When you were refining the talisman bones, you should have seen some special images."

Fang Ping directly denied: "No."

Then suddenly another flash of light flashed in his mind, making him doubt his words: "Not sure, it seems there is, but it seems there isn't."

A flash of light flashed in the Thirteenth Prince's eyes, and he also pinched a seal in his hand. Fang Ping felt the talisman bone on the sacred tree move slightly, which was obviously induced by the Thirteenth Prince's secret method.

"I see, it should be that your cultivation strength is still too weak and your memory has been sealed." The Thirteenth Prince smiled and said: "When your cultivation reaches the state of becoming a god, or after you completely refine the talisman bones, your memory will be It will be reopened, but at that time, your identity as a criminal will be revealed again. If there is no treasure to suppress it, you will be hunted by a large number of enemies. "

Enemy?

"That's right, it's the enemy, not your personal enemy, but the enemy of the criminal clan." A cold anger flashed in the eyes of the Thirteenth Prince.

"Are there many people? What are their identities? Why are they enemies of us?" Unknowingly, Fang Ping had brought himself into the identity of the sinners.

After all, there is indeed blood flowing in his body that can trigger the blood runes, so he doesn't want to admit it.

"To this day, we still regard the annihilation of sinners as our mission. What do you think of their strength?" The Thirteenth Prince snorted coldly.

Fang Ping frowned: "Senior, do you mean that these inheritances are most likely to have existed when the cracks in the world appeared, that is, when the sinners first appeared, and they are still passed down to this day?"

Thinking of this, Fang Ping felt a little too incredible.

Although it is impossible to confirm the time when those cracks appeared, that era was connected to the ancient times and belonged to the time when the world was just being reshaped.

For a force that has existed since that era and has been passed down to this day, how deep must its foundation be?

"Yes, it's what you think. More than 50% of the holy lands, ancient tribes, and some hidden sects in the entire continent are mostly inherited from that era, and our enemies are them."

The Thirteenth Prince looked relaxed when he spoke, even with a hint of ridicule.

But Fang Ping could feel the cold murderous intent emanating from him.

More than 50% of the holy lands and ancient clans, plus those hidden sects?

What did my ancestors do back then, and why did they leave me such a group of terrifying enemies?

The Thirteenth Prince looked at Fang Ping's dumbfounded look and laughed and said, "Why, are you scared?"

Fang Ping came back to his senses, shook his head slightly and said, "It's not that I'm afraid, I just feel a little surprised."

"Yes, don't be afraid. One day, we will destroy them all and let them know how ridiculous their ancient beliefs are. We will also tell the world that we are not a sinner."

The words of the Thirteenth Prince hit Fang Ping's heart like a heavy hammer. Every word he said seemed to carry a strange Taoist essence. When it fell into Fang Ping's ears, it was also more like an awakening... There is some kind of secret and mission in Fang Ping's bloodline.

When he finished speaking the last word, Fang Ping suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The flying blood mist condensed into bloody runes in front of Fang Ping, and fell into Fang Ping's eyebrows.

Fang Ping felt that all his energy and energy were attracted by this rune, and quickly gathered towards the between-eyebrow rune.

In particular, the rune bone on the branch of the sacred tree seemed to have been summoned and began to emit a faint mysterious aura for the rune to absorb.

This change came and went quickly, almost in an instant. Fang Ping only felt a slight pain in the center of his eyebrows, and then there was a bloody mark representing the Sin Clan on his eyebrows.

The mark emitted a golden light, and then disappeared into Fang Ping's brow.

Fang Ping didn't think anything of it, just thinking that the mark of the sin family in his bloodline was activated.

But when he saw the Thirteenth Prince's expression of regret, self-blame and shock, he began to think that this matter seemed not so simple.

"Senior, why do you look like that?"

The Thirteenth Prince's mind moved, and an identical rune appeared between his brows.

"I didn't expect your bloodline to be so pure. I think you have already regressed to your ancestors, so I accidentally triggered the bloodline curse mark."

Curse mark?

"Yes, the mark that represents our sin family identity is the mark of the bloodline curse. It is a curse imposed on our ancestors and their bloodline by the most powerful group of cultivators of the human race with the help of the power of heaven and earth."

"What kind of curse is so perverted that it still exists after so many years." Fang Ping said in disbelief.

"This is weird enough. It doesn't kill or hurt anyone, but it has three functions. The first is that it can be passed down with our blood forever.

Second, it allows our opponents to activate the mark through special means and confirm our identity.

As for the third, and the most vicious one, they can use secret methods to refine all the spirits of the dead sinners into this rune for them to absorb and transform into their own cultivation."