Chapter 129.1: Engraving Origin Divine Technique
A look of surprise flashed across the Supreme One's eyes. She couldn't comprehend the scenes within the ancient mirror. Even now, she still didn't understand how the Blood Master had managed to walk out of the Myriad Evil Gate. Had it been her, she'd have become the Great Demon.
At the same time, Ning Tao felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in her heart. She couldn't help but recall that day when she saw his blood-colored robe. Was it a coincidence?
The scene shifted again. On Nine Plate Mountain, a flamboyant little bird fluttered its wings and landed beside a drop of blood. The little bird's eyes were filled with curiosity. Thus, the story began to unfold.
"I'm a golden canary, pretty right? I am the number-one beauty of Nine Plate Mountain!"
"You round little thing, I'll call you... Blood Drop."
"You left without saying goodbye. I definitely won't look for you, and I definitely won't miss you!"
"Blood Drop, it's raining..."
If the earlier scenes were akin to a tragic song in winter's snow, then these scenes were akin to a fine spring drizzle—fresh, with a hint of melancholy.
"Blood Drop, you're back!"
"Blood Drop, you're amazing! Hurry, tell everyone among the Eighteen Mountains, that Canary is the number-one beauty!"
"He's not a Great Demon. He won't die!"
"Just this once, I will reluctantly believe you!"