Just like before, Divine Touch swallowed another drop of Han Sen's blood. The four of them waited for a while, but Divine Touch still didn't respond. It lay motionless at the bottom of the jar. If they hadn't just seen it swallow the blood,
Thought it was dead.
The man frowned slightly, his face full of doubts. He picked up the Touch of God and looked at it carefully, but still didn't see the problem.
"It's strange. No matter how poor your qualifications are, it's impossible that you don't have a first-class talent..." The man looked over and over again, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
"Isn't it because this Divine Touch is too old to shed its skin?" Linglong paused and continued: "This Divine Touch is the first Divine Touch obtained by the ancestor of our clan. Before the ancestor passed away,
, I put it here as an introductory test. I don’t know how many years it has been now, maybe it’s really too old.”
But the man shook his head and said: "Impossible. When Bixi came back with Yu Shanxin, he did a test here. It was fine at that time. How could it suddenly stop working after how long it has only been now?"
"Apart from this, are there any other possibilities? It's impossible that Han Sen doesn't even have a first-class talent, right?" Linglong said.
The man naturally knew that it was impossible. If he didn't have the talent above the fourth level, it would be impossible to be promoted to the king level. Since Han Sen was already the king level, no matter how bad his talent was, he couldn't be lower than the fourth level.
"This is strange." The man hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his finger, forced out a drop of his blood, and brought it to the mouth of the Touch of God, trying to see if there was something wrong with Touch of God.
But God's Touch, who had just eaten Han Sen's blood, was lying there and moving, showing no reaction to the blood on the man's fingers, as if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease.
"Are you really too old?" The man couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw the appearance of the divine touch.
"It has lived long enough. It is more than a hundred times longer than the ordinary touch of the gods. It is normal to grow old." Linglong said.
The man pondered and said: "There is no way to test it now, and there is no divine touch around me. It seems that I can only apply for another one from the clan and then test it again."
"No need to test anymore, I have decided to let him be my silkworm, no matter how talented he is, it doesn't matter." Linglong said lightly.
"But……"
The man wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Linglong: "No, but, I can decide who I want to be my silkworm."
The man opened his mouth, but after all he said nothing more. He put on a smile and said, "Since Linglong you have decided to choose him to be the silkworm, there is no problem. Let's go to the altar now."
After that, the man led the way and continued up the mountain.
When they reached the palace gate on the top of the mountain, the man said, "Linglong, I'm waiting for you outside. If you need anything, just ask."
"Then please ask Second Senior Brother to help take care of this child. I like this child very much. Don't let her be wronged." Linglong pointed at Bao'er and said.
"Don't worry, Linglong, I won't let her suffer any injustice." The man said quickly.
"Bao'er, wait for me here obediently, don't be naughty, you know?" Han Sen put Bao'er down. With Bao'er's temperament and ability, if the man really has any bad intentions, it's not certain who will suffer.
"Bao'er is very well-behaved." Bao'er looked well-behaved.
Han Sen touched her head and then followed Linglong into the hall.
After entering the main hall, the door of the main hall automatically closed. When Han Sen saw that there was no one in the main hall and there was only an altar, he asked: "Your second senior brother, seems to be a little different from you?"
Linglong walked towards the altar and said: "Children of the Taishang Clan will be divided into two lines after birth. One line will practice the "Taishang Induction Chapter" of my Taishang Clan, while the other line will practice according to their own preferences and talents.
For other genetic techniques, senior brother Bixi and I are both practicing the "Tai Shang Induction Chapter", while second senior brother Li Yuzhen is from another line."
"Why are there such distinctions?" Han Sen asked curiously.
Linglong paused for a moment, and then said nonchalantly: "Practice the "Tai Shang Induction Chapter" and you will have a very indifferent view of the seven emotions and six desires in the world, which is not conducive to the continuation of our clan."
Han Sen immediately understood why there was such a separation. It turned out to be for the continuation of the race. Otherwise, the people of the Taishang Clan were so indifferent to the world, like robots, how could they still produce offspring and continue to this day.
Looking up, I found that the shape of the altar was a bit strange. In the center of the large altar was a large jade furnace, but there was nothing else.
"Put a drop of your blood into the furnace of creation." Linglong said, she had already stretched out her finger and dropped a drop of blood into it.
Han Sen already knew about this process from the Master of Zhentian Palace, and without any hesitation, he directly poured a drop of his own blood into it.
After the two drops of blood entered the jade furnace, the jade furnace suddenly lit up, and the glow flowed inside, as if the auroras of the universe were surging and rolling in it.
Han Sen looked at the jade furnace curiously. Although he couldn't see what was going on inside, the aura and aurora emitted by the jade furnace were full of mysterious principles of the universe.
As the brilliance flows inside the jade furnace, brilliance gradually condenses on the relief pattern outside the jade furnace, which is an equilateral triangle.
As the brilliance in the furnace changes, the blazing light on the triangular pattern becomes more and more obvious. On the contrary, the brilliance in the furnace gradually extinguishes, seeming to be condensed on the triangular pattern.
When the triangular pattern was already as dazzling as the sun, Linglong said, "Press your palm on the triangular pattern."
"Which hand?" Han Sen asked, blinking.
"Whatever." Linglong said.
"If men are on the left and women are on the right, let's use the left hand." As he said that, Han Sen pressed his hand on the triangle pattern.
Suddenly, he felt as if the palm of his left hand had been burned by a soldering iron. Han Sen subconsciously retracted his palm, only to see that the triangular pattern on the jade furnace had lost its brilliance, but there was an extra triangular pattern on his left palm.
Self-sparkling.
As the burning sensation on my hands dissipated, the triangular pattern gradually faded away, and finally disappeared completely.
"Is this it?" Han Sen looked at Linglong curiously and asked.
"It's done." Linglong nodded slightly.
Han Sen knew that Linglong should have been able to sense all his feelings and thoughts at this time, and all seven senses were within her senses, and he immediately rolled his eyes.
But before Han Sen could do anything, Linglong shouted with blushing cheeks: "Stop!"
"It turns out you can really sense my thoughts." Han Sen looked at Linglong and said.