What Is This Thing? No Matryoshka Dolls Allowed

Bai Lin's memories slowly drifted back into the past. He thought of that Divine Phoenix Bloodline bearer he had encountered years ago.

The one who had awakened the Divine Phoenix Bloodline back then had also been human—and a woman.

By now, it could be concluded that anyone capable of awakening the Divine Phoenix Bloodline was necessarily human.

The other races had sparse populations. Their blood relatives could be traced, and any Foreign Races who might possess the Divine Phoenix Bloodline had long since been wiped out.

There were even crazed bastards who, in order to obtain this bloodline, used living beings who possessed the Divine Phoenix Bloodline but had yet to awaken it as materials to refine the bloodline.

Only humans could bear the bloodline in sufficient numbers. Mortals were countless, yet unbelievably weak; they reproduced at astonishing speed, with a generation passing in little more than a decade. After generation upon generation, no one could determine whether a person carried the Divine Phoenix Bloodline by tracing blood relatives.

Moreover, before awakening, the Divine Phoenix Bloodline simply could not be identified through secret arts. And this bloodline was especially strange: possessing half of it or one hundred-millionth of it made virtually no difference to the odds of awakening. No one had ever fully understood what conditions triggered it.

Before awakening, there was not much difference. After awakening, the gap was not especially great either.

Bai Lin rubbed his neck. That Divine Phoenix Bloodline bearer back then might have been a woman, but she had a terrible temper. The first time they met, she had risked her life and nearly chopped his head off.

Later, she had even held him and self-detonated. The Divine Phoenix Bloodline bearer had perished completely, and he himself had nearly been finished for good.

Unfortunately, after