Xie Tian detested Rashamon essence blood.
Even if this drop of essence blood was the indispensable beginning of the legendary life of the Evil Emperor.
But alongside this aversion, Xie Tian also felt no joy for the sudden appearance of golden blood within him.
In his twenty-six years of life, he had spent twenty years killing and twenty years seeking warmth.
Boss Jia, Wen Shui, Tian'er, Shen Shao, You Xiaochan, Chu Lingxian…
These people he regarded as family, but in reality, they were not his blood relatives.
After discovering he was an ancient legacy, he had felt hopeful.
Yet his inquiries into the family kept being dodged by the Evil Blade, and even the highest ancestral fruit he obtained was hidden by the Evil Blade to this day…
The evasiveness of the Evil Blade couldn't deceive Xie Tian.
He was very aware that knowing his origins or letting the ancient bloodline in him reach one-tenth would not be a good thing for him.
