Legend of the Divine Archer

As if spoken to the universe, a missing piece in his existence, a cog in the gear of life, a shackle had been lifted, allowing a complete soul and body harmony. It was an enlightenment. Time seemed to stretch and bend around Yan Jin as his body levitated delicately, suspended in an ethereal glow. A Buddhist chant hummed from within his soul, resonating with the very fabric of his being.

The runes on his face lit up one after the other, each symbol a beacon of ancient power and wisdom. The blue eye appeared hovering above him, much smaller than at the workshop, yet infinitely more intense. The iris turned into a vortex, devouring blood energy with a voracious hunger, drawing it from the deepest recesses of Yan Jin\'s spirit.

The blood energy in his body surged rapidly from 95% to 98%, then to 99%, 100%, but it didn\'t stop—105%, 115%. His muscles and bloodstream engorged with blood energy, expanding to their limits and threatening to explode. The pressure was unbearable. "I can\'t control it," Yan Jin gritted, his voice strained and desperate, overwhelmed by the energy influx.

"I need to break through." The awakened level had been about accumulating blood energy in the bloodstream, but now the purification level demanded the opening of the blood navel. The blood navel, a spiritual cavity located at the navel, was meant to house the accumulated blood energy. The blood energy surged like a tsunami through his veins, thrashing toward his navel with an almost sentient force.

His body began to crack under the pressure—130%, 140%, 180%. The moment the energy made contact with the navel barrier, a loud roar resonated. Like a starving dragon, the navel point rotated greedily, sucking in the incoming energy. The shadow of a nine-headed beast appeared, intangible yet palpable, sucking in all the blood energy.

The whirlwind above him, caused by the blue eye, suddenly stopped, breaking the previous equilibrium. The image of the nine-headed snake in the blood navel continued to rotate, consuming all the energy within his body into a boundless sea of blood. 130%, 90%, 60%, 10%. Yan Jin\'s previously bulging body now shriveled under the effects of the absorption force in his navel.

The situation turned grim and deadly. He was terrified as his life force began to vanish. His skin turned old and saggy, wrinkles formed on his hands and face, and his hair turned gray. He was visibly aging at an alarming rate. All the blood and life force in his body rushed to his navel.

"Do something, or I will die!" he yelled at the suspended blue eye, his voice echoing in the void, filled with desperation.

Time seemed to halt, creating an eerie stillness that enveloped everything, leaving only the faint heartbeat of Yan Jin\'s dying body. The blue eye blinked delicately, as if acknowledging or accepting Yan Jin\'s plea. It condensed a single drop of blue blood, which hovered above Yan Jin\'s frail body before disappearing between his brows.

A cooling sensation spread from his forehead down his spine, permeating every cell with an ancient, cosmic energy. This ethereal liquid, carrying the essence of the cosmos, merged seamlessly with his being, revitalizing and reconstructing him on a fundamental level.

The blue blood coursed through his veins, spreading outward from the point of entry. As it moved, it repaired and strengthened his entire body. His skin, once old and saggy, tightened and smoothed, regaining its youthful elasticity and vibrant glow. Wrinkles vanished, and his hair, which had turned gray, returned to its rich, dark hue, shimmering with vitality.

Hidden injuries, remnants of past battles, disappeared as the blue blood worked its magic. Scars faded away, and his previously strained muscles and tendons were now reinforced, becoming as resilient as tempered steel. His leg muscles, in particular, grew denser and stronger, giving him a sense of boundless power and agility.

The veins, previously engorged with blood energy, were not just returning to normal but evolving. New blood vessels formed, stronger and more efficient, capable of channeling even greater amounts of energy. His entire circulatory system felt enhanced, optimized for the extraordinary demands of his evolving cultivation.

Within his navel, the nine-headed beast, roared in triumph as it consumed the energy. The beast itself seemed to evolve, its form becoming more defined and powerful, reflecting the change in Yan Jin\'s bloodline.

His bones, once strained under immense pressure, now felt indestructible, akin to the bones of an ancient beast. His internal organs, previously on the brink of failure, were rejuvenated, functioning with a level of efficiency and resilience he had never experienced before. His heartbeat steadily, each thump resonating with power and life, pumping the revitalized blood through his body.

The reconstruction extended even to his very essence. His soul energy harmonized perfectly with his physical form, creating a profound sense of unity and balance. The overwhelming power that had threatened to destroy him was now a serene, controlled force within him, ready to be unleashed at his command.

Yan Jin gently hovered back to the ground, the blue eye above him fading into the void. The entire process, though seemingly timeless, had brought him to a state of enlightenment and profound peace. He stood there, invigorated and reborn, his body and soul in perfect alignment.

"God that was dangerous" he exclaimed. He was now a purification real bloodline warrior. " What the hell is this eye?" He questioned while caressing his blind eyes, and feeling out the changes in his body.

The blood navel was opened, revealing a vast sea of calm blood energy. Above this sea materialized his bloodline anima: a nine-headed beast. Only one of the heads was fully identifiable, resembling a peacock yet emanating a far more ancient and formidable aura.

Yan Jin\'s overall strength had surged dramatically, signifying that his first hydra bloodline had awakened into an Ancient Grade Gwi bloodline.

The Gwi, known in ancient texts, was a bird said to be the ancestor of the phoenix, a creature of the netherworld. Its flame was so cold it could freeze time, and its energy could corrode life itself. No wonder it felt so tyrannical. The Gwi had mastery over perception and reality, capable of turning the real into the unreal and vice versa, making it a master of deception.

As he stood there, the world seemed to slow down, the very air around him humming with the newfound energy. His senses were heightened, every sound, and smell more vivid than before. The connection to the Gwi gave him an almost ethereal quality, his presence commanding and his power palpable.

His muscles, tendons, and blood vessels were now as resilient and potent as those of an ancient beast. He felt lighter, yet infinitely stronger. Every movement was fluid, every breath a manifest of his newfound vitality.

His mind, too, was sharper. The Gwi\'s influence extended to his cognitive abilities, granting him deeper insights and the ability to perceive the unseen. The power of the Gwi\'s deception resonated with his own abilities, allowing him to manipulate reality in subtle yet profound ways. He could bend perceptions, alter the fabric of the world around him, and see through illusions with ease.

" This could not come at a better moment" It was time to set things into motion if he wanted to leave Pine City In a Years Time.