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The scorching sun was like a blazing flame as the scorching airflow churned in the air, causing the entire land to be steamed. The flowers and plants hung their heads, gathering their branches and leaves, appearing extremely dispirited.

In front of him, there was a plaza formed by dozens of stone platforms. A young man sat cross-legged on a stone platform with a shade of trees. Perhaps the weather was too harsh, and his surroundings were cold.

At this moment, the youth's eyes were closed and his hands were placed on his knees. His five hearts were in the sky as he immersed himself in cultivation.

The youth's body was somewhat thin, his jet-black hair falling at his waist, and his seemingly young and tender face was fair and pretty. His faint eyebrows were slender, yet slightly raised, and his beautiful curves gave off a proud aura, giving people a rather comfortable feeling.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, but it did not have a trace of coolness. Instead, it stirred up a warm current, causing one to feel irritable. However, the youngster's expression did not change at all, and his face was filled with seriousness and perseverance.

Not long after, two youths who were also very young walked by. Seeing the youth cultivating on the stone platform, they were slightly stunned for a moment before starting to chat with each other with different expressions on their faces.

"Isn't that the Azure Cloud from the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy? Tsk tsk, you're still cultivating despite the weather? You're truly amazing!" One of the young men in white clicked his tongue and said with admiration.

"What's there to be proud of? He's just a man without a blood source. No matter how hard he cultivates, isn't he still a waste?" The other youngster said in disdain.

The white-clothed youth shook his head: "You can't put it that way. After all, he was previously reputed to be a genius that only appears once in a thousand years in the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy. He was also the only one who managed to enter the 'Blood World' in the past few hundred years."

"Heh, glory?" The grey-clothed youth sneered and retorted, "A useless person who hasn't even completed the trial of the 'Blood realm' and has been crippled, is this still considered an honor?"

"Rumor has it that he was secretly harmed by other geniuses. Otherwise, he would have been able to complete the mission." The white-robed youth frowned.

"So what? Being targeted by others in secret only means that his strength is lacking. There are battles going on everywhere in this world, and those who get eliminated are destined to be weak. " The grey-clothed youth's tone was even more disdainful.

The youth in white shook his head with a wry smile. He opened his mouth wanting to refute further, but he felt that it was meaningless. Therefore, he stopped arguing with the grey-clothed youth and pulled the latter along as they slowly left the square.

After they left, the youth that sat cross-legged on the stone platform slowly opened his eyes. His gaze looked in the direction that the two had left in. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up into a smile.

He was Cang Yun, the genius in the eyes of the youth in white, the cripple in the eyes of the youth in grey.

The words of the youth in white sounded a little better, and the youth in grey was a little harsher, but it was undeniable that they had a certain truth in their words. The attitude of these two people were the same as what Cang Yun had been treated with in the past two years.

And the cause of all this was precisely one of the words the two youths had mentioned many times in their conversation — the world of blood.

This was a place that all martial artists would yearn for when they heard a name. As long as they entered, they would be able to obtain a massive fortuitous encounter — To increase the quality of a martial artist's blood essence.

Blood sources were the foundation of a martial artist's cultivation. Only those who had condensed their blood source could cultivate. The quality of their blood source would determine a martial artist's talent in cultivation.

From the lowest to the highest, the blood source was divided into five categories: mediocre, psychic, extraordinary, peerless, and gifted by the gods. As for the legend, there were two other levels: Zhi Zun and Yuan Zu.

Hence, he had obtained the qualifications to enter the "Blood World." If he successfully completed the trials within, he would have the opportunity to come into contact with the final Blood Monument, and thereby improve the quality of the blood source. There was even a possibility for him to reach the Divine Blood Origin's rank.

If he succeeded, then he, Cang Yun, would be the number one genius in the entire history of the Spiritual Academy. Thus, at that time, he could be considered the focus of the entire world, and the might of the wind had overshadowed all the geniuses of the Spiritual Academy.

In the end, not only was he unable to raise his blood source rank, but because of some unforeseen circumstances, his peerless blood source was destroyed, and he was kicked out of the 'blood world'.

In that moment, the entire world was in an uproar!

However, everyone had the same question. That was, what exactly happened? Not only did this genius, who only appeared once every thousand years, fail to complete the trial, he even got rid of the blood source?

It had to be known that although the requirements to enter the 'Blood World' were harsh, if one were to take a look at the history, most of the warriors from the Peerless Blood Origin would be able to pass the trial. After all, the level of geniuses could already be called 'demon-level', and there weren't many who could enter the 'Blood World' trial.

However, what made everyone helpless was that Cang Yun did not respond to this question for two years. Gradually, this matter became a mystery, a mystery that only Cang Yun himself knew the answer to.

Falling from the divine altar of a genius to become an ordinary mortal in a single day was not a small blow. Many people believed that Cang Yun would never be able to recover. He would withdraw from the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy and gradually fade away from everyone's sight.

However, reality was the complete opposite of what everyone had imagined. Ever since then, Cang Yun did not become dispirited, but instead trained even harder. For the past two years, his figure had always remained on the stone platform.

Seeing Cang Yun's attitude, at first, there were some people who were suspicious of him. Was it possible that his blood source had not been completely destroyed, and had only been severely injured? Was there still a chance for him to recover?

However, as time passed, the hopeful voice slowly disappeared. This was because no matter how hard Cang Yun trained, he still could not feel any trace of blood from his body.

Just like this, the genius that was once the focus of all attention had been forgotten. Very few people talked about him anymore. The glory and shame gradually faded away until they returned to normal.

But after the glory and shame receded, was it really ordinary? The answer may not be so sure.