The Ninth Peak of the Outer Sect was indeed as Elder Song had described—vast with few people and plenty of resources.

Even a new disciple like Zhang Yiyi was assigned her own spacious room, equipped with a simple protective array. The privacy was well ensured.

After changing into the standard attire of an Outer Sect disciple, she carefully stowed away her identity token and quickly glanced at the items the sect had issued to its new Outer Sect disciples.

There was a basic cultivation manual, five low-grade spirit stones, and a bottle of six Qi Refining Pills, meant to assist with cultivation.

Zhang Yiyi didn't touch these items nor did she rush out to explore her surroundings. Instead, she tidied up her space and sat down to meditate, allowing her body to fully recover before finally, with great solemnity, she took out the storage ring that she hadn't let the female protagonist trick her into giving away.

She dripped blood onto it to establish ownership.

As Zhang Yiyi gradually connected with the storage ring, she was disappointed to find that there wasn't an additional dimension hidden inside.

Could it be that, just because she wasn't the female protagonist, even though she had the bloodline capable of unsealing the ring, it still didn't work for her?

Zhang Yiyi reconsidered and thought it was more likely due to the purity of her spiritual roots. Gritting her teeth, she decided to continue dripping blood. If quality wasn't enough, she would make up for it with quantity. She didn't believe that this thing would continue being so picky.

Seeing that the ring didn't reject her and was continuously absorbing her blood, Zhang Yiyi's confidence grew, though she couldn't help but worry about being drained dry.

Fortunately, her life wasn't at an end. Just as she was reaching her limit, the ring finally stopped absorbing blood, and the bond was sealed.

Seizing the moment, Zhang Yiyi quickly withdrew her hand and popped two blood-replenishing pills.

Although the Zhang family of Nan'an had long since fallen to the status of a small family, they still had some foundations. Even for someone like her, with average aptitude, they had tried their best to provide resources before sending her to participate in the selection for the Immortal Cloud (Yunxian Sect).

Just as she was about to inspect the ring for any changes, a sudden flash of light blinded her, and she immediately lost consciousness.

Zhang Yiyi didn't know how long had passed when she finally began to regain her senses. In a daze, she soon realized she was in a special space.

The space was vast, stretching endlessly into the distance, giving her a strangely familiar feeling.

She suddenly thought that this might be the space within the storage ring. Instinctively, she began searching for the drop of the ancient god's blood and the seemingly endless supply of high-grade spirit stones.

However, after looking around, she found the place empty—nothing at all.

To say she wasn't disappointed would be a lie. Just as Zhang Yiyi was about to start cursing, a voice suddenly echoed from the sky.

"To think that in just over a hundred thousand years, our bloodline has become so thin, so diluted, that it is on the verge of extinction. Luckily, your aptitude is decent, otherwise, our inheritance would truly have been lost forever."

The ancient voice sighed with melancholy, sending a shiver down Zhang Yiyi's spine.

What was this?

She hadn't heard that the female protagonist's storage ring contained this mysterious presence!

And what was this about "our bloodline"?

Wasn't the Zhang family of Nan'an only able to unlock the treasures within the ring due to their special bloodline and some fortunate circumstances? How did this end up being related to the ancient god's bloodline inheritance?

"Senior?"

Zhang Yiyi steadied herself and tentatively called out.

Maybe she should be calling him Old Ancestor...?

"Little girl, there's no need to be nervous. I am merely a remnant of a divine soul left behind more than a hundred thousand years ago. Although your bloodline is thin, you barely qualify as a descendant of my ancient god race. Moreover, you possess an innate divine spirit body, a rarity that has finally allowed me to pass on my inheritance."

The ancient voice spoke again, this time with a bit more kindness.

"Innate divine spirit body? What is that?"

Zhang Yiyi was genuinely confused this time, blurting out, "Aren't I just a simple three-spiritual-root cultivator?"

It seemed that trusting books too much wasn't a good idea. Fortunately, she had never treated this living, breathing world the same as the limited scope of written texts.

The voice paused briefly before realizing that much had changed in the cultivation world over the past hundred thousand years.

"In my era, spiritual energy was abundant, and geniuses were everywhere. Aptitude had nothing to do with the number of spiritual roots but was determined by special physiques."

The voice explained patiently.

"Among all special physiques, three were the most heaven-defying: the Innate Sacred Body, the Innate Dao Body, and the Innate Divine Spirit Body. Even in ancient times, these physiques were rarely seen. After the great changes in heaven and earth, and with the decline of spiritual energy, many powerful races were wiped out, and these top-tier physiques became even rarer, gradually fading into obscurity."

"In your current era, I doubt even the most common Pure Yin or Pure Yang bodies can be found anymore, let alone the Innate Divine Spirit Body, which was already rare in ancient times. It's no wonder you know nothing about it. But regardless, fate has smiled upon me. At last, there is a suitable person to receive my inheritance!"

By the end of the speech, the voice couldn't hide its excitement.

After waiting for countless eons, the divine soul remnant had finally found hope. Once it completely faded, it could pass on without regret.

Zhang Yiyi was utterly stunned.

She never would have guessed that her body not only carried a trace of ancient god blood but was also the incredibly rare Innate Divine Spirit Body—a physique that hadn't been seen in countless millennia.

It seemed the original owner of this body was unlucky enough to never benefit from it, leaving it to her to reap the rewards.

But what exactly were the benefits of this Innate Divine Spirit Body?

"Senior, since you say this Innate Divine Spirit Body is so special, what exactly are its advantages?"

Now fully convinced of the divine soul's words, Zhang Yiyi, while thrilled, quickly regained her composure.

Seeing the girl's excellent aptitude and calm temperament, the divine soul was even more pleased with his chosen heir.

"Anyone with an Innate Divine Spirit Body possesses, in addition to the five senses, a sixth sense, particularly sharp in detecting malicious intent or imminent danger. You might have already noticed this."

"Moreover, those with this physique are favored by the heavens, progressing in cultivation without any bottlenecks. After establishing a Dao foundation, you can even manifest divine power, making you unbeatable among those of the same level. Oh, and one more important thing—Innate Divine Spirit Bodies are naturally beloved by divine beasts."

After briefly explaining the key advantages, the divine soul's voice grew weaker.

Before Zhang Yiyi could ask more, it continued, "There's no time left. Let me help you obtain my inheritance first."

With that, a drop of golden blood, the size of a fist, appeared in midair. Even after losing much of its power over hundreds of thousands of years, its full strength could still obliterate a Nascent Soul cultivator in an instant.

Fortunately, the divine soul had already layered it with seals, or just seeing this drop of blood would have been enough to make the current Zhang Yiyi explode.

A series of ancient incantations began to echo, and waves of golden light surged toward Zhang Yiyi like a flood.

No one told Zhang Yiyi what to do, and she couldn't understand any of the ancient chants.

However, her body instinctively knew what to do. All of her cells fully opened up, absorbing the golden light that continued to pour into her body without any hindrance.