Setting Things Right

"Nine Nether Underworld Staff?! The Nine Nether Underworld Staff that vanished centuries ago?!"

A startled cry suddenly erupted from the elders, shattering the deadlocked silence.

As they stared at the pitch-black staff in Yao Ming's palm, its python patterns flowing across its surface, every elder in the sky underwent a drastic change in expression. Their pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the suspicion and panic on their faces were instantly replaced by utter shock. Then, uncontrollable fanaticism rose in their clouded old eyes.

"It really is the Nine Nether Underworld Staff! The pattern of the twin snakes coiled around the staff head, and the serpent pearl glowing between the snake's brows—it matches the clan chief's token recorded in the ancient texts exactly!"

"No wonder... no wonder its bloodline pressure is so intense! Even the python bloodline within me is trembling faintly, as though it is paying homage!"

Amid the waves of astonished exclamations, the elders stared fixedly at the staff, their breathing growing heavy.

Who did not know that the Nine Nether Underworld Staff was not only the symbol of the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan chief's status, but also the lifeline of the entire clan? Legend had it that the fist-sized serpent pearl atop the staff sealed the purest royal bloodline left behind by the first clan chief. That Bloodline Power could nourish the clan's foundation and reverse the decline of its bloodline.

The present-day Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan had long since overdrawn its ancient bloodline in order to forcibly increase its combat strength. The bloodlines of the younger generation had grown increasingly thin, and even taking human form was becoming more difficult. If this continued, the entire clan would sooner or later decline into extinction.

The royal bloodline within the Nine Nether Underworld Staff was undoubtedly a miraculous