As Zu Ming cautiously navigated through the treacherous cave, his heart pounded with fear and adrenaline. The traps that littered the ground were cunningly hidden, and he knew that any misstep could mean certain death.

However, despite the overwhelming odds against him, Zu Ming managed to avoid each trap with incredible ease.historical

Zu Ming continued to move forward, his eyes darting from one trap to another. Even as he limped along, he felt an almost supernatural sense of agility and balance. It was as if the heavens were shielding him from harm, guiding his every step and movement.

Zu Ming could hardly believe his luck. Even with his injury, he had managed to escape every trap unscathed. "How is this possible?" he wondered to himself. "I've heard of Cultivators with incredible luck, but this is beyond anything I've ever experienced."

He was certain that if any other Cultivator had been in his place, they would have met with a terrible fate.

As he continued through the cave, he came across a strange room that seemed to be someone's tomb.

The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of his own footsteps. As he approached the strange room, he felt a sense of reverence washing over him. He bowed his head and kowtowed three times, paying respect to the unknown entity whose resting place he had stumbled upon.

Just as he was about to leave, a loud creaking sound caught his attention, and he turned to see a coffin slowly rising from the ground. He gasped in shock and took a step back, unsure of what to do. As the coffin came to rest, he cautiously approached it and opened it to reveal a skeleton holding a book.

Despite his fear, he was drawn to the book and reached out to touch it. Suddenly, the skeleton came to life, its empty eye sockets locking onto his own. "Who dares disturb my rest?" it rasped, its voice echoing through the cave.

Zu Ming gathered his courage and replied, "I meant no disrespect, I was merely paying my respects to this tomb."

Zu Ming's heart raced as he watched the skeleton's empty eye sockets fix upon him. The bony hand gripped the book tightly as it considered his words, and the silence that followed was almost unbearable. He could feel the weight of the creature's gaze upon him as it scrutinized his every move.

Suddenly, the skeleton let out a deep, rasping laugh that echoed through the cave. "Kekeke," it chuckled, "finally found you. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Zu Ming felt a chill run down his spine at the skeleton's words. "Waiting for me? What do you mean?"

The skeleton leaned forward and placed the book in Zu Ming's hands. "My master, the Blood Emperor, has been searching for a worthy successor to inherit his legacy. I have been tasked with finding someone And I believe you are the one."

Zu Ming's mind raced as he tried to process the information. "The Blood Emperor? But why me? I'm just a lowly cultivator."

The skeleton gave a hollow laugh. "Luck is a fickle thing, young one. Sometimes it is the lowliest of cultivators who are blessed with the greatest fortune. You have been chosen because you possess the same physique as my lord. And now, It is fate that brought you here, and fate that led me to you. I will give you his inheritance."

Zu Ming's eyes widened as he watched in awe as the skeleton took out a small golden-colored bottle filled with what appeared to be blood. "This is my lord's blood," the skeleton said in a raspy voice. "Only someone with the same physique as him can use it. And I believe that someone is you."

Zu Ming felt a sense of disbelief wash over him as the skeleton handed him the bottle. "Me? But how do I use it?"

The skeleton grinned wickedly as it opened the bottle. Suddenly, the blood within the bottle started to move on its own, sensing something in the room. Zu Ming watched in horror as the blood suddenly destroyed the bottle and shot towards him without giving him a chance to react.

Zu Ming felt like his body was on fire as the blood continued to flow through his veins. His skin turned red, and his veins bulged as he struggled to withstand the excruciating pain. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing, and reminded himself of his purpose.

The skeleton watched silently as Zu Ming's body convulsed, and beads of sweat dripped down his face. "Good, young one," the skeleton said. "The Blood Emperor's power is not for the weak-willed."

Zu Ming's body trembled as the pain intensified, but he refused to give up. He gritted his teeth, dug his nails into his palms, and let out a fierce roar as the blood finally settled within him.

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For a moment, everything went silent as Zu Ming took deep breaths, his eyes still closed. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, and he knew that he had changed. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the skeleton nodding in approval.

"You have done well, young one," the skeleton said, its voice echoing through the cavern. "You have accepted the Blood Emperor's legacy, and now you must use it to fulfill your destiny."

Zu Ming stood up slowly, his body still tingling with the aftereffects of the blood. He felt different, more powerful than he had ever been before. He looked at the skeleton and nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I will not disappoint you or the Blood Emperor," he said.

Zu Ming approached the ancient skeleton and listened attentively as it spoke. "I will give you a technique that was used by the Blood Emperor himself," the skeleton said, its voice raspy and dry.

Zu Ming's eyes widened in surprise. "The Blood Emperor's technique?" he repeated in amazement.

A/N:- Please leave your comments on the story so far so that I can judge how it's going and would add something if it's missing in the story.