Rumble.
The sky began to darken.
Staring at her utterly unfamiliar appearance, Yangyang finally understood the words her mother always muttered to herself and often said when looking at her.
Gods and Devils form.
Ye Qingxian had the bloodline of a deity.
And her younger sisters were both angels.
In essence, that was a weakening of their bloodlines.
She was completely different.
Her two younger sisters had awakened their bloodlines at birth.
Only she—
Only she had been born like her two mothers, unable to immediately awaken the true power of her bloodline. Even the name of her bloodline had the word "form" appended to it.
Only she had inherited the strongest bloodlines of both her mothers, and the greatest share of them.
Even if she wasn't perfect, she still possessed at least seventy percent of their power.
That was the source of her bloodline's name.
Yangyang listened to her own heartbeat.
She felt the power surging endlessly from deep within her bloodline, and realized for the first time that she could be so strong.
This was a system of power completely different from cultivation realms.
Just like Ye Xiaoyao, the mother who had given birth to her.
A world-shattering power she could possess without needing to cultivate much at all.
No, it still wasn't enough.
She craved power that was more immediate, more powerful.
Yangyang felt the power of her bloodline boiling.
It was as if it had heard her furious, unwilling cry, and now it was boiling beyond her control.
Suddenly, she bit down on her wrist.
Red beads of blood sprayed through the air once more.
"Ah—"
Amid unbearable pain, she chose to burn some of her Essence Blood.
She was forcing awake the strongest bloodline inherited from her mother—Ye Xiaoyao.
Even a fraction of it was