140: The ancient gods have arrived, who dares to question the Son of God?

When Li Yan stepped into the main hall, he found that this magnificent hall was filled with the thirteen Elders and seventy-two Protectors of the Blood Servant Sect, as well as countless Hall Masters.

Not only were there people from the Blood Servant Sect, but Li Yan also saw many strangers.

There were also those wearing the Daoist robes of other Sects, and there was Su Family Head, the woman clad in a crimson long dress.

On the viewing platform, Su Wang played with her slender fingernails, occasionally winking at Li Yan.

At the same time, Blood Law Cultivators from various places had also gathered here.

It could be said!

All the Feather Transformation Realm powerhouses with status and reputation in the entire Blood Cultivators World had already arrived here.

They seemed to be anticipating something, waiting for Li Yan's arrival.

And in the open space in the center of the hall, fresh blood drew countless obscure runes on the ground.

Looking at everything before him, Li Yan frowned tightly, feeling that something was slightly off.

Li Yan looked back behind him, and Sect Leader Yan Po Shan arrived with his daughter.

“Sect Leader Yan, what is this so-called welcoming feast?”

Facing Li Yan's question, Yan Poshan respectfully replied.

“Reporting to Saint, this is a God Summoning Ritual.”

“Bloodline Emperor Lord will descend here with a divine oracle.”

“Only you, Saint, can listen to the divine voice and impart the divine will to us.”

“I, Yan Poshan, have already invited the various Grandmasters and Elders from among these Blood Cultivators to come and collectively offer blessings to Lord Saint.”

Looking at the thousands of Blood Cultivators powerhouses before him, any one of whom could shake the Immortal Cultivation World three times just by speaking their name.

And they were all staring at Li Yan with covetous eyes.

Cold sweat broke out on Li Yan's forehead; this was getting a bit out of hand.

If Bloodline Emperor Lord were to see him, to see him, the one who participated in the Divine Tomb Battle thirty thousand years ago.

Then what would that Emperor Lord think?

He would undoubtedly order the thirteen Elders, seventy-two Protectors, and countless Hall Masters to come together and chop Li Yan into mincemeat.

But as Li Yan was thinking about how to leave, the heavy door behind him slowly closed.

He wanted to run, but he probably couldn't escape.

Moreover, the chanting sounds around him rose and fell, the Blood Servant Sect members muttered incantations, and the Bloodline Formation in the central area also lit up with a crimson glow.

The God Summoning Ritual was about to begin!

Li Yan's mind raced, he was thinking about how to get away from being surrounded by this group of people.

Once his identity was exposed, Yan Poshan and his group, who had just been so respectful to him, would immediately raise their butcher knives against Li Yan.

But surrounded by so many Feather Transformation Realm powerhouses, could Li Yan escape?

The only possibility was through a Clone, and then…

Li Yan lightly bit his tongue, keeping himself clear-headed and calm, thinking about what to do next.

But at this moment, a cloud of blood mist began to emerge from the Bloodline Formation on the ground.

From within the blood mist, a hazy, tentacled figure appeared.

That!

Was the ancient god, the projection of Bloodline Emperor Lord in the mortal realm!

Within a cloud of blood mist, one could only vaguely see wriggling crimson tentacles and a blurry human face.

Even at such close proximity, one could not clearly see the true face of the ancient god.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

“Is this person truly our Bloodline Saint? Is he truly the Bloodline Chosen?”

“He radiates the Qi of a Cultivator from head to toe; he is a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, not a Blood Cocoon Realm Cultivator.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Poshan pointed at the speaker and angrily cursed: “Corpse Mountain Old Demon, what do you mean?”

“Do you dare to question the Saint?”

Corpse Mountain Old Demon, sitting on the viewing platform, had a face full of red whiskers, like a red-maned lion king.

He sniffed the air: “This old man only smells the Qi of a Cultivator; I don’t believe this person is any Saint!”

Corpse Mountain Old Demon's red hair flowed, and his tiger eyes were fixed on Li Yan.

“Moreover, this person’s appearance resembles the Ancestral Master of Tianshu Hall and Yuehua Sword Sect, Li Yan!”

Other Blood Law Cultivators nearby also nodded repeatedly.

“That’s right, he looks exactly like the statue in Cloud City.”

“The name is also the same, could it be a coincidence?”

“How could it be such a coincidence?”

A group of Blood Law Cultivators stared at Li Yan with questioning gazes, doubting whether he was truly the Bloodline Chosen.

He was the Saint?

How could he look exactly like the Saint Li Yan among the Cultivators?

Facing the tide of doubts surging from all directions, Yan Poshan also felt pressure.

What if they were mistaken, what if Li Yan wasn't the Saint…

Then the God Summoning Formation they had painstakingly arranged, expending immense resources, would be for naught.

Yan Poshan could not bear such a loss; it would truly be debilitating.

The Formation on the ground, used to summon the god, utilized extremely precious vital blood; a single drop was sky-high in price.

What if Li Yan was a fake Saint?

Just as everyone was discussing animatedly, Su Family Head, Scarlet Blood Immortal Su Wang, spoke up.

“Do you think this is a marketplace? What are you arguing about?”

“Whether he is the Saint or not, wouldn’t testing him suffice?”

When Su Wang spoke, the thousands of people in the entire main hall fell silent.

Yan Poshan also quickly said: “Right! Lord Saint, please quickly prove it to everyone.”

“Make these incessantly babbling fellows shut their mouths.”

Listening to the crowd's dispute, Li Yan took a deep breath, preparing his escape strategy.

Just then, a hand reached out from the mist.

Yan Poshan, who was by Li Yan's side, whispered a reminder: “The Emperor Lord indicates that you should take his hand.”

Hmm?

Li Yan raised an eyebrow, finding that it seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

A spiritual light shone in his eyes, and with 11 points of spiritual vision, Li Yan saw that the figure in the mist was merely a phantom composed of a pile of Blood Dao Patterns.

Simply put.

The ‘Emperor Lord’ in the Formation was not a true projection of the Emperor Lord.

This phantom was a segment of Blood Dao Patterns that the Emperor Lord had arranged in advance.

This God Summoning Art, to put it plainly, was like a ‘recording,’ or perhaps a ‘video.’

This situation gave Li Yan a sudden idea, as if he could give it a try?

Under the gaze of countless cannibalistic eyes, Li Yan approached the Formation.

He mustered his courage and took the hand of the ‘Bloodline Emperor Lord,’

At the same time, he injected the Blood Dao Pattern he had comprehended into it.

The entire process was incredibly natural; Li Yan's ‘Blood Dao Pattern’ was like a ‘verification code,’ a pass-phrase.

When this phantom came into contact with the Dao Pattern transmitted by Li Yan, the phantom in the blood mist let out bursts of cold laughter.

“This is a Heaven-Born Dao Seed, my Saint!”

When Li Yan heard the ‘Bloodline Emperor Lord’ say this, he knew he had gambled correctly!

This so-called God Summoning was actually a pre-recorded Dao Pattern.

The God Summoning phantom was like a pre-set robot; as long as the password was correct, it would acknowledge Li Yan's identity.

However, Yan Poshan, the thirteen Elders, the seventy-two Protectors, and everyone present did not know the underlying principle.

They witnessed the Emperor Lord acknowledging Li Yan's identity with their own eyes.

Since the ancient god had personally acknowledged Li Yan, what reason did they have not to acknowledge him?

Seeing this, Yan Poshan slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.

“Who else dares to question the Saint’s identity!”