"With your current realm and experiences, you must no longer be unfamiliar with the Ancient Races." Mang Tianchi spoke slowly, then continued, "I come from one of them—the Lei Clan, famed for commanding all the lightning under heaven."
Lin Ming had known this long ago, so no ripples stirred in his heart at that moment. Elder Yao, Ya Fei, and the others, however, all looked solemn.
The Ancient Races were terrifying powers that truly stood at the peak of the continent, inherited from the era of the Dou Di. Ordinary people could hardly come into contact with their core.
"The reason we Ancient Races have been able to flourish for so long and stand above other powers lies fundamentally in the fact that our ancestors once gave birth to supreme Dou Di."
Mang Tianchi's voice carried an ancient flavor as he continued, "The Bloodline Power of a Dou Di blessed later generations, forming the unique Dou Di Bloodline. Those who possess the bloodline have Cultivation Talent and difficulty breaking through bottlenecks far beyond ordinary people. This is the greatest reliance of our clans."
Then his tone grew heavy.
"However, fortune is where disaster hides. This Bloodline Power is not endless. Ever since the last Dou Di—Tou She Ancient God—disappeared, no new Dou Di has been born on the Dou Qi Continent for ten thousand years. Without a living source to replenish it, even the richest bloodline will continuously be diluted and weakened as it is passed down through generation after generation."
"The first to taste this bitter fruit was the Xiao Clan a thousand years ago."
At this point, a complicated emotion flashed through Mang Tianchi's eyes, as if there was sorrow, and as if there was warning.
"At that time, the Dou Di Bloodline inside the Xiao Clan's younger