’If this Vampire Clan’s Ancestor resurrects and descends into my body,’

’will I still be me?’

Xiao Cangqing had never feared death,

but he was terrified of his body being inherited and carried on by another being.

The pride buried deep in Xiao Cangqing’s heart would never allow such a thing to happen.

In the boundless, dark abyss, every inch of space seemed steeped in the ink of despair,

where not even a shadow of light could be found.

In the suffocating depths of this darkness, a strange light quietly emerged.

It was a pair of blood-red eyes, like solidified lava, gleaming with a sinister and cold light;

they locked onto Xiao Cangqing’s form, closing in step by step, carrying with them an inescapable aura of death.

As the phantom approached, Xiao Cangqing’s senses were infinitely amplified,

and he could clearly feel the tension and oppression permeating the air.

This was no ordinary shadow, but a terrifying creature with the body of a bat. Its form was twisted and massive, a stark contrast to the elegant Vampires known in the outside world.

The creature was covered in rough, uneven black scales,

each one like a brand of age and sin, exuding a heart-stopping ugliness and evil.

Its wings were especially noticeable—a pair of abnormally large, black, leathery wings.

When unfurled, they were like dark clouds blotting out the sun, not only blocking the already faint light,

but also emitting a stench—a mixture of death and decay—that bored straight into one’s soul and nearly suffocated Xiao Cangqing.

This was the scent of the abyss, the very personification of despair, making one want to flee, yet an invisible force held them firmly in place.

The bat’s head was grotesque and prominent, its eyes glinting with cunning and cruelty,

as if it could peer into the deepest fears of the human heart.

Without a hint of hesitation, it suddenly accelerated, becoming a black bolt of lightning as it shot straight toward Xiao Cangqing.

It moved so fast that even with his Cultivation, Xiao Cangqing could not dodge,

and could only watch helplessly as its cold body wrapped tightly around him.

Then, a horrifying sensation washed over him.

The bat’s great, bloody maw, filled with sharp fangs, gaped open.

Its teeth, still stained with wet blood, gave off a foul, coppery stench as they unhesitatingly pierced into Xiao Cangqing’s neck, sinking deep to the bone.

In that moment, Xiao Cangqing felt an unprecedented cold and searing pain.

A cold, viscous fluid flooded into his bloodstream from the wound, spreading through his entire body like ice.

This power contained an unspeakably strong will, one that seemed to want to devour Xiao Cangqing’s soul

and turn him into a permanent part of this Dark World.

Countless chaotic images flooded Xiao Cangqing’s mind: wails, despair, struggles...

They were the memory fragments of the countless victims this creature had devoured.

They sought to invade Xiao Cangqing’s consciousness, to drag him into eternal darkness.

THUMP THUMP THUMP...

Inside the sky-piercing tower,

space was compressed by an invisible force. Every wisp of air carried a heavy sense of oppression.

As a great, blood-red mist quietly gathered,

it coiled and intertwined like a living entity,

until the entire space within the tower was stained a shocking scarlet.

The mist contained endless resentment and desire, chilling one’s heart and making them tremble involuntarily.

The members of the Vampire Clan, dressed in an array of magnificent robes, could not conceal the mix of tension and anticipation on their faces.

Their gazes were like sharp blades,

fixed in unison upon the square platform in the center,

where Xiao Cangqing was undergoing a torturous transformation.

In this bizarre atmosphere, Xiao Cangqing’s body convulsed violently,

each tremor accompanied by a pained groan from the depths of his soul.

His eyes were now filled with a fine web of blood vessels, as if burning with the fires of Hell,

but they could find no focus, leaving only endless chaos and despair.

His mouth was agape, but he could not make a sound; only a silent scream echoed in his throat.

Amidst his painful struggle, his teeth began to change, growing sharper and sharper, like daggers.

His two fangs, in particular, miraculously grew past his upper lip, pointing toward the sky and emitting a chilling glint.

His ears also began to deform during this bizarre transformation, growing long and pointed, able to catch the faintest fluctuations in the air.

In the process, Xiao Cangqing’s entire face rapidly lost its human coloring,

replaced by an unnatural pallor. It was a whiteness that transcended life and death, inspiring a sense of awe.

Even more shockingly, within his laid-open chest, the once-shriveled heart had miraculously begun to beat again.

Around it, a dense network of long, thin blood vessels squirmed like living things, weaving themselves into a complex web that completely remade Xiao Cangqing’s body.

These vessels were no longer simple biological structures; they were more like conduits for some mystical power, granting him an entirely new form of life.

As the heartbeat quickened, the shriveled heart was infused with endless Life Force.

It rapidly swelled, each beat accompanied by a powerful surge of energy that made the entire tower tremble.

At an astonishing speed, the heart was becoming vibrant and alive.

THUMP THUMP THUMP...

With every beat of the powerful heart inside Xiao Cangqing’s body,

the sound not only shook every inch of space within the tower,

but also seemed to transform into invisible ripples that pierced through the thick, blood-red mist,

resonating strangely deep within the souls of the Vampire Clan members.

This resonance was like an ancient Spell being awakened, shrouding the entire tower in an indescribable Magic Power.

In an instant, the Vampire Clan members on all sides,

young and old, strong and weak, all felt the pulse emanating from the center.

Their hearts, as if pulled by an invisible thread, began to beat in sync with Xiao Cangqing’s reborn heart.

The rhythm was both powerful and mysterious, carrying an ancient, primal cadence,

that immersed every Vampire in an unprecedented state of excitement and anticipation.

The transformation of the white-haired elder was particularly striking.

Before everyone’s eyes, his hair turned from white to a thick, lustrous black at a visible rate,

as if time itself were reversing, returning him to his youth.

At the same time, his skin, once as shriveled and wrinkled as tree bark,

was rapidly regaining its elasticity and luster. It became smooth, flawless, and fair as jade, imbued once more with the power of life.

This change was not merely external; it was internal as well.

Every member of the Vampire Clan could clearly feel that the Corrupted Blood Power within their bodies had been enhanced to an unprecedented degree.

This power was like a slumbering Demon that had been awakened,

surging rampantly through their veins and bringing with it unprecedented strength and confidence.

"I... have returned..."

Xiao Cangqing floated, stiff as a board, in mid-air.