At this moment, the Multidimensional Saint's heart grew solemn.
He truly intended to grant the creature before him his clan's Zeroth Hidden Bloodline, the Multivariate Bloodline, transforming it into a member of his lineage. The Sixth Hidden Bloodline was something only a Multidimensional Saint could possess.
Although it meant possessing one additional bloodline, they were still Tenth-Order Saints.
Yet they preferred to call themselves Weak Eleventh-Order! Every realm meant one additional Gene Slot.
Four bloodlines, Ninth-Order Dao Attainer.
Five bloodlines, Tenth-Order Saint.
The sixth would naturally be Eleventh-Order. But theirs were hidden bloodlines, so they could only count as half.
Because the so-called Weak Eleventh-Order was the true limit. The Multiversal Cosmic Saint was the endpoint. That statement had never been wrong: Tenth-Order was the true End of the Great Dao. True Eleventh-Order did not exist in this universe! They were stuck at half a realm above Tenth-Order Saints; strictly speaking, they were still Tenth-Order Saints.
It was like beings at the peak of Weak Ninth-Order. Their actual realm was still that of Eighth-Order gods. Yet Weak Ninth-Order beings and Eighth-Order gods were creatures from entirely different combat systems. Weak Ninth-Order beings wielded the power of laws—what did Eighth-Order gods have? At this moment, he had crossed dimensions to strike. Even using his counterpart from this Parallel Spacetime as a medium, he still had to pay an enormous price and suffered grave injuries. But he no longer cared. He intended to gamble.
Because this bloodline was far too terrifying. This race clearly followed a pyramid structure. As long as he controlled this Small TV leader, he could control the entire race. Such a powerful race had to be brought under his control! "Besides, this is to check whether there are any contingencies." He drew a deep breath.
If other beings