"Alas, Master is already dead. Talking about this now is meaningless."

The Artifact Spirit said sorrowfully.

"Are the star systems in the cosmos naturally formed?"

Chu Ming put away his shock. No matter how much he thought about it, he never expected that the origin of the Holy Tomb's master was so grand, actually being one of the universe's strongest. No wonder the Demon Emperor is so passionate about this Holy Tomb.

Although the Demon Emperor's strength is good, compared to the master of the Holy Tomb, he is less than an ant.

"No, in the entire cosmos, star systems are constantly being born and destroyed. These star systems are all nurtured within the bodies of Saint Dao experts. When a Saint Dao expert falls, it means the destruction of a star system."

The Artifact Spirit said slowly.

"Then if a star system is destroyed, wouldn't all the life inside it perish in an instant?"

Chu Ming asked in return.

"Most of them will perish. If they are strong, they can escape from the star system at the moment of destruction. However, even so, the number of deaths each time a star system is destroyed is counted in the billions."

The Artifact Spirit said coldly.

Chu Ming fell silent, suddenly feeling the indifference of the cosmos; the strong are everywhere, and so are the dangers.

"Haha, there are countless powerful beings in the cosmos, and the weak are cannon fodder. Even those with Divine Dao cultivation must tread carefully in the cosmos; once caught in a certain Secret Realm, they too have the possibility of falling."

"Alright, quickly choose your treasure!"

The Artifact Spirit urged impatiently.

Chu Ming nodded lightly, then flew straight to a small ball of light nearby. He gently reached out his hand, and instantly a small piece of blood-colored crystal fell into his hand.

"This is it!"

Chu Ming said indifferently.

"Do you recognize this?"

The Artifact Spirit showed a trace of surprise and asked.

"No, but I can feel an immense blood qi within it. Once I refine it, my physical strength will surely increase by several levels."

Chu Ming shook his head and spoke honestly.

"You've always lived on the Celestial Martial Continent, so how would you know the treasures of the cosmos?"

The Artifact Spirit laughed briefly, then began to introduce the blood-colored crystal.

"In the cosmos, there are countless races. There are four peak races to which neither the Human Race nor the Demon Race belongs. Below the four peak races are hundreds of royal families, but one royal family has the combat power to rival the peak races, and that is the Dragon Race."

"The Dragon Race is the leader of all beasts. Although a single dragon has extraordinary combat power, their reproductive ability is extremely poor. Otherwise, they would already have become the fifth peak race. The blood-colored crystal in your hand is a drop of Reversed Dragon Blood."

"The Reversed Dragon is said to be an ominous dragon within the Dragon Race, bringing about a calamity for the entire Dragon Race. Back then, a Reversed Dragon was born. It possessed Divine Dao cultivation as soon as it was born. The leader of the Dragon Race personally intervened and killed it. This drop of blood is from that time."

After hearing the words of the Artifact Spirit, Chu Ming was astounded. This drop of blood is from a Divine Dao expert?

"Haha, don't think too highly of it. Although this drop of blood is Reversed Dragon Blood, it's been diluted countless times now, greatly reducing its Body Forging effect."

The Artifact Spirit couldn't help but undermine Chu Ming.

"Diluted? Why was it diluted?"

Chu Ming was slightly stunned and asked in return.

"Back then, the master had profound cultivation. Countless Holy Sons and Princes knelt in the depths of the cosmos, praying for the master to accept them as disciples. Although their talents were limited, the master still accepted seven Direct Disciples and diluted the Reversed Dragon Blood to forge their bodies."

The Artifact Spirit explained slowly, a trace of hatred flickering in its eyes.

"However, although the Reversed Dragon Blood has been diluted many times, the energy contained within should be enough to push your physical power to the Life and Death Realm."

After speaking, the Artifact Spirit's figure slowly disappeared from space, and the light balls surrounding Chu Ming quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, he was back under the original starry sky.

Boom!

As soon as the Reversed Dragon Blood entered his mouth, it turned into a terrifying torrent of blood qi, rampaging within Chu Ming's body, nourishing his flesh.

Rip!

A heart-wrenching pain came from the bones within Chu Ming's body. He gritted his teeth tightly, his entire face contorting, his eyes reddening as if he was in an endless slaughter hell.

Boom!

Although the Reversed Dragon Blood was diluted countless times, the energy it contained could still be described as vast. Chu Ming's right arm was directly exploded by the violent blood qi, flesh and blood flying, extremely terrifying.

"Ugh!"

Chu Ming let out a muffled groan, his face as pale as a sheet, sweat streaming down his forehead like a creek, looking extremely terrifying.

Crack!

Boom!

Another burst of blood mist exploded, and Chu Ming's left arm was blown apart again, blood flying, leaving the starry sky silent, with only Chu Ming's muffled groans.

"Decent willpower, but a shame about the limited talent. Becoming a Saint Dao martial artist is already the limit."

In fact, the Artifact Spirit had been silently observing Chu Ming from the shadows. When he saw Chu Ming's performance while refining the Reversed Dragon Blood, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, but he soon shook his head, disappointedly muttering.

A Saint Dao expert, though considered a powerful figure in the cosmos, is merely an Inner Sect Elder in a Sacred Land, insignificant before his master.

Time slowly passed, and Chu Ming's muffled groans grew quieter. The pain of cultivation faded, replaced by a surge of new strength. Chu Ming was very fortunate he had once refined the Undying Tree; otherwise, such severe injuries would take two or three months to heal.

Boom!

Chu Ming's physical particles suddenly disintegrated, and then his entire body began to tremble rapidly. A feeling of comfort surged from within, making Chu Ming almost unable to resist moaning.

Splash!

A sensation of pain and itchiness crazily grew from the depths of Chu Ming's flesh.

"This... Blood Rebirth?"

Chu Ming looked at his arms, which had fully regenerated, emitting a jade-like glow. With a light grip, it felt like thunder striking the world. Chu Ming had a feeling that with his current strength, he could destroy the Blood Rain Demon General with one punch.

Most importantly, he felt a bloodline connection, as if every drop of his blood contained a trace of his soul. As long as his soul wasn't scattered, no matter how many times his body was destroyed, it would instantly recover.

"Blood Rebirth, how wonderful!"

Chu Ming praised silently, then a doubt arose in his heart. If Blood Rebirth is this powerful, the Holy Tomb's master must have even more heaven-defying methods, but he still ended up being killed. How truly formidable must his enemies be!