"The Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush is backing away?"
Seeing the Dragon Pattern Iron Brush submit as though it possessed intelligence, the gloom in Gu Qingyang's heart instantly turned into unbelievable excitement.
As the supreme symbol of Bloodline Power, the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush was a clan-protecting treasure that only Saint Stage Great Masters were qualified to wield.
Without Saint Stage strength, merely holding the dragon brush would result in being devoured into a dried corpse by its terrifying draining power.
Of course, such tyrannical Dou Qi consumption naturally came with unimaginably terrifying authority.
That authority was to bestow clan marks upon Divine Bloodlines!
"Our Ancient Clan has not produced a Divine Grade bloodline for a thousand years, yet now we have spawned a freak whom even the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush cannot bestow with a clan mark. Our fortune truly runs deep."
The testing elder muttered.
Although the pressure emanating from her made fine beads of cold sweat emerge on his forehead, the look in his eyes had been completely replaced by wild delight.
A genuine Acquired Divine Grade.
For the Ancient Clan, her existence was entirely enough to make up for all their previous losses!
"Crack, crack!"
As the Star Disk shattered under its unbearable burden, Xun'er's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open. Her clan mark bloomed in eight colors, and together with eyes like blazing suns, it coated her delicate body in a layer of dark golden radiance.
"Thud!"
Beneath that dark golden glow, even some of the Ancient Clan's direct descendants with considerable strength could not withstand the pressure originating from the depths of their souls. They fell to their knees before Xun'er in fervent worship.
"Eight-Colored Clan Mark... I never expected that person's goal back then to truly be fulfilled."
A faint sigh sounded from the