"Drawing my... Blood..., Inheriting my... Destiny..., In the name of... The Lingxi clan... The successor clan leader..., I spill my blood... And curse... With this... Seal... The Lingxi sword... All the power, without... The Lingxi living blood... Baptism, forever... It cannot be unsealed, - seal - seal -!"
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Thirteen hundred years ago, I sealed the sacred object of Lingxi with my own blood;
Thirteen hundred years later, who can find that holy book that is worse than scrap metal?
Whose blood can awaken that dormant power;
Whose name carries the constraints of words and spirits, the expectations of the people;
Who... Can find the only person who shares the same blood with my soul! !