Liu Zhenyuan kept his head bowed and his back bent for a long while. Only after the sounds above had completely ceased—more than ten minutes later—did he finally straighten up.
Looking at the milky-white clouds and mist drifting slowly above the stone pillar, Liu Zhenyuan let out a long sigh.
Bloodline Aberrants. From ancient times to the present, they had always been an unspoken pain in the hearts of martial artists.
So-called aberrant bloodlines referred to those who were born with terrifying gifts beyond the reach of ordinary people.
For such people, merely calling them exceptionally talented was no longer enough to describe their aptitude.
Inborn divine strength and Copper Skin Iron Bones were the most basic traits of Bloodline Aberrants. Beyond those, some possessed all manner of strange powers: naturally extraordinary eyesight, exceptional hearing, an innate immunity to water and fire, and so on.
Ordinary people might be unable to distinguish the traits of Bloodline Aberrants, or might never even have heard of them. But as one branch of the Daoist Sect, the Wushi Sect ultimately possessed foundations far deeper than other factions.
"If there were no Bloodline Aberrants in this world, how wonderful would that be?" Liu Zhenyuan sighed, then turned and descended the main peak.
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Half a year later.
No matter how stormy the outside world became.
Within the Black House Mountain Range, the Myriad Poison Sect remained full of flourishing vitality.
Wei He devoted himself to martial cultivation. In his spare time, he accompanied his wife and child, occasionally went to Xuanjing City to drink tea, play chess, and listen to music with old friends. His days were relaxed and carefree.
Taizhou as a whole had also fallen into an atmosphere of peace and tranquility. Though borderland Yizhou had already been conquered, and