They were all from the Ancient Clan and shared Xun Er's bloodline. Their perception of this pressure was far stronger than that of outsiders. In mere moments, more than half of them could no longer hold on. With a thud, they dropped to their knees, foreheads pressed against the bluestone ground. Yet there was not the slightest trace of humiliation on their faces—only fervor bordering on worship.
Xiao Ling stood quietly atop the viewing platform, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd. Even Dou Venerate experts like Ling Quan, who could dominate an entire region in the Central Plains, had lowered their heads completely.
Only Gu Shan, Gu Qian, and several other deeply cultivated elders, along with the still-pale Gu Yao, could barely keep their backs straight. Yet they too bowed their heads, not daring to let their eyes touch the graceful figure at the center of the square, shrouded in golden radiance. It was as though even one extra glance would be a desecration of the Divine Bloodline.
"Truly an extraordinary girl..." On the spectator seats, Mang Tianchi looked at the pillar of light piercing into the clouds and could not help sighing, envy nearly spilling from his voice.
"A Divine Bloodline... among all the ancient clans of the Dou Qi Continent, one may not appear even in a thousand years. The Ancient Clan has truly received a tremendous blessing this time."
As a member of the Lei Clan, another ancient clan, he understood better than anyone that the birth of a Divine Bloodline, provided it could grow smoothly, was enough to raise an ancient clan's foundation by an entire level.
On the branches of the Sky-reaching Giant Tree, mountain winds swept golden radiance across their robes. Gu Qingyang narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the golden light