Half-Step Transcendent Realm Middle Stage

Ye Mo's words stunned Ye Xiwen. There was such a secret art?

"There's such a secret art?" Ye Xiwen asked.

"Of course. But this demonic art is far too injurious to heaven and reason, and even in the demon world, everyone condemned it. It had already been jointly wiped out by countless demon-world factions many years ago. My master only obtained this secret art by chance in some ruins. But what kind of person was my master? Naturally, he looked down on such a secret art and simply left it there without practicing it!" Ye Mo said.

Ye Xiwen knew that the master Ye Mo spoke of could only be that legendary Devil Lord. A secret art this formidable was probably beneath the notice of someone like the Devil Lord.

Thinking about it, though, merely hearing about this secret art made him feel its extraordinary power. It could absorb a person's flesh and blood and inherit their bloodline and talents. Such a secret art was practically making enemies of every powerful race beneath heaven and earth.

After all, many races possessed their own unique talents, divine abilities, secret arts, and so on. Yet the inheritance of such things required bloodlines as a medium.

In other words, without the bloodline of those races, one could study until death and still never learn their innate divine abilities. They were born knowing them, without any need to study. It was heaven's gift.

Like the legendary dragon race—there was hardly any need for them to cultivate before they could naturally reach immensely profound realms. Meanwhile, most humans could only struggle bitterly; even after cultivating desperately, they were no match for dragons.

That was the gap in talent, and also the gap in bloodlines.

But the terrifying strength of this secret art lay in its