He knew nothing about his own origins, initially believing himself to be an orphan.
"Go ahead," the bald woman in the red robe said, "Rest assured."
Yan Fang took a deep breath, walked to the Divine Sword Breaking the Sky embedded in the ground, and forced a drop of blood from his fingertip onto the sword's hilt.
The blood rolled slightly before being immediately absorbed by the sword.
"It really absorbed it."
Everyone focused intently on the scene; still, the absorption itself didn't indicate much since any bloodline descendant of the Human Ancestor, no matter how many generations removed, could be absorbed.
However, only those within three generations of the Human Ancestor's bloodline and a Great Cultivator could wield this sword.
So now the test was to see the sword's spirituality.
In the next moment—
The sword, embedded in the ground, suddenly lifted itself, circled around Yan Fang a few times, and then landed eagerly in Yan Fang's hands.
