Heading to the Pacific

Four mid-level races, along with a mid-stage God Emperor powerhouse—such a massive force had descended upon Earth, only to be wiped out completely in the end.

The races had suffered a devastating blow. At this moment, all their surviving members felt darkness descend upon them; their auras began to decline, and the divine energy within their bloodlines weakened.

The four mid-level races had regressed into low-level races. Their power had become exceedingly weak, to the point that they could not even compare to Earth.

The enhancement of a bloodline was supplied by the peak experts within a race. The more peak experts there were, the more divine energy the bloodline possessed. If those peak experts perished, the bloodline would be affected as well.

"Hm?"

After the battle ended, Mu Qing had intended to leave, but he unexpectedly discovered an unusual disturbance in his bloodline.

He found streams of black-red energy flowing in from all directions. They resembled misty vapor and burrowed into his body—or, more precisely, into his bloodline.

This greatly surprised him. Why was his bloodline undergoing such a change now? And what exactly were these energies it was absorbing?

Mu Qing was deeply puzzled. His bloodline had originally been a mid-level one, but after he had fallen unconscious in the Titan Starfield, it had abruptly reached the pinnacle level upon awakening.

This was extremely strange. The other humans on Earth still possessed mid-level bloodlines, yet he alone had undergone a transformation, reaching the pinnacle.

"This energy... is negative energy!"

After sensing it carefully, Mu Qing's expression changed in shock. One hundred and twenty thousand True Gods lay buried here, most of them having died by his hand.

Now, waves of resentment, hatred, viciousness, killing intent, and other negative energies converged and poured into his bloodline.

"This negative energy