Wang Qi merely answered the Yuan Race Exile Immortal's confidence with silence.
The Exile Immortal, however, seemed to believe that this "monster from Source Dragon Star" truly had no options left. She was clearly delighted.
The delight of finally avenging a great hatred.
Wang Qi found it bizarre. "To be honest, when this realm was destroyed, my race hadn't even been born yet... Not just my race—even the previous generation of Demon Race civilization probably hadn't appeared. Why take that hatred out on me?"
The Yuan Race, the guilty race that had ushered in an age of chaos.
According to the Dragon Emperor, after the surviving clans had joined forces to extinguish the Silence Saint and Creation Saint, they had remained close collaborators for some time, only to split apart in the end for some unknown reason.
The conflict between the Yuan Race and the Dragon Race might well have been the fuse.
And judging from the Beauty God's assessment of the Yuan Race, perhaps this race's values could not be accepted by the Celestial Favored Clan?
Yet that Yuan Race member pressed three crystal clusters into Wang Qi's flesh without a care. "You carry the blood of Source Dragon Star's gods within you. That is your sin. And the original blood will, in the end, leave its mark upon your immortal power."
The first step of cultivation was to imprint spiritual energy with oneself, transforming it into one's own mana. And where did that "imprint" come from? From the flesh, bones, and blood that absorbed spiritual energy, and from the consciousness and soul that commanded all things.
Of these, the physical body was in turn determined by one's bloodline.
No matter how many times an immortal creature changed bodies or forms, that original imprint would remain.
Wang Qi coughed