Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal. Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal? ---------- Watch as Mo Wuji fights against this destiny with his grit and tenacity. Feel your hearts pound as he goes through exciting adventures and encounters. Cry as tragedies befall him. Smile as he crushes his enemies and forges his own path. Where will his cultivation ultimately lead him?
When Mo Wuji finished speaking, he tried to imitate what Han Long did: raising his hand and slitting his wrist. Thereafter, he dropped his blood on the space in front of them.
However, nothing happened. Mo Wuji said puzzledly, "Don’t tell me we have to attack it?"
Han Long hurriedly waved his hand, "No need. There’s no need to attack anything. Let me do it."
With that, Han Long sprinkled some fresh blood. Indeed, it was just as she said; a pathway appeared in front of them. It was exactly the same pathway that Mo Wuji saw with his spiritual will.
"Dao Friend Han, are you of some ancient bloodline?" Mo Wuji looked at Han Long with a bemused expression on his face.
Han Long hurriedly waved her hand, "No. The reason why I’m able to cultivate to this stage has nothing to do with bloodline, but my own hardwork."