Cultivate the techniques of the shaman race!

As far as Yang Ye was concerned, it didn’t matter where the technique came from, so long as he could improve his strength.

Is the entire human race filled with good people? Are the members of the shaman race bad? The strong decide who’s good and bad in this world!

So long as Yang Ye was sufficiently strong, the problems that the Divine Yin Flame mentioned wouldn’t be problems at all. If his strength wasn’t sufficient, then even entering the large universe would be a huge problem!

Meanwhile, Hou Qing suddenly asked, “Are you sure that you won’t regret it?”

Yang Ye gazed at Hou Qing, “Do you think that I will?”

Hou Qing nodded slightly, “Alright, then I’ll give you a drop of my bloodline. Even though I don’t possess an Emperor Rank bloodline in the shaman race, it isn’t of low quality either. This droplet of my bloodline is fully sufficient for you right now.”

As he spoke, a pearl of blood flashed out from the center of his forehead and appeared in front of Yang Ye.

It was the size of...