Descendants of Divine Blood

"What Lin Huang? What peerless genius? Just a pile of ants."

Suddenly, someone spoke with utter arrogance, looking down on the world. His lofty tone made everyone turn their heads.

He was handsome and graceful, his features flawless. Every gesture seemed to contain the very essence of perfection. Even the Sages were astonished by him.

He rode in an ancient chariot, blood dripping from it, still fresh after ten thousand years. It was clearly a powerful divine artifact.

Four imposing attendants followed behind him. Each had a solemn, majestic bearing, with divine light held within. As they stepped forward, golden lotuses sprang from the ground. They, too, were clearly powerful geniuses.

Soon, shocking news spread: this man had emerged from a sealed divine kingdom. He was a true bloodline of the gods—a descendant of Divine Blood.

"Even descendants of Divine Blood have appeared."

"It's chaos, utter chaos. The God-Fallen Battlefield is destined to be a storm of blood and slaughter. Whoever claims victory will truly be the greatest of this generation, an unrivaled prodigy who will forge an era of his own."

Descendants of Divine Blood were the true favored children of Heaven. Their ancestors had once been Divine Beings; they carried a genuine divine bloodline and lived in divine kingdoms spoken of only in legend, never before appearing in the mortal world.

Yet no one had expected the opening of the God-Fallen Battlefield to draw out even descendants of Divine Blood.

"So what if he's a descendant of Divine Blood?! He can only lord it over those ignorant masses in his divine kingdom. Look across the world, at the Divine Stele—how many descendants of Divine Blood are listed there?"

Someone refused to accept the fame of the descendants of Divine Blood and spoke up to provoke them.

He, too, was a peerless genius. He had profound insight into the Six Paths and had condensed the embryonic form of his Dao. He ruled an entire realm and was its greatest genius.

"Blasphemer, die."

Before the descendant of Divine Blood could speak, one of his attendants shouted angrily. He raised a hand and struck, intending to kill the man.

"I'm talking to your master. What are you butting in for?"

The peerless genius laughed and struck with fierce, decisive force, unwilling to waste time tangling with the attendant.

But after three exchanges, his expression changed. He couldn't believe that even a mere attendant possessed the talent of a peerless genius, matching him blow for blow. He couldn't kill him quickly.

"Fine. Fine. Fine. We'll meet again in the God-Fallen Battlefield."

The peerless genius spoke with a grave expression. Uneasy, he backed down and tapped the ground with his foot, stepping into the God-Fallen Battlefield.

"If I say you must die, then you will die."

The descendant of Divine Blood spoke calmly. As soon as he finished those eight words, the peerless genius—already halfway into the God-Fallen Battlefield—let out a scream and exploded.

He had been killed with a single sentence.

"His words become law."

Everyone was stunned. Only now did they realize how powerful and domineering the descendant of Divine Blood was. A mere attendant possessed the talent of a peerless genius, and a single sentence, made law, had killed a peerless genius who ruled an entire realm. Such might was terrifying.

Looking down on everyone around him, the descendant of Divine Blood sneered and strode into the God-Fallen Battlefield.

Before long, another descendant of Divine Blood emerged, treading upon a King-Sealing Ying Dragon. He was utterly imperious. Anyone who tried to block his path was swallowed whole by the Ying Dragon, which rampaged along the way.

Having witnessed the first descendant of Divine Blood's power, no one dared stop this one. They could only watch as he rode the Ying Dragon into the God-Fallen Battlefield with a single step.

"Unfair! He even brought a King Rank mount in. How are we supposed to fight that?"

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Some people protested indignantly, shouting at the Dream God Realm.

The Dream God Realm paid them no mind. Someone nearby scoffed instead. "If you can't challenge someone a rank above you and defeat a King Rank, what makes you a peerless genius?"

"Besides, haven't you heard? Several geniuses in the lower stages of King-Sealing have already entered the God-Fallen Battlefield."

The complainers' faces changed at once, and they fell silent. After hesitating for a long while, they still couldn't decide whether they should enter the God-Fallen Battlefield.

"How laughably ignorant."

The man scoffed. "Those under thirty, whether peerless geniuses or descendants of Divine Blood, mostly suppress their cultivation at the Marquis-Sealing Realm. It's not that they can't break through; they deliberately hold back so they can break through the limits of their rank. Those under thirty who've already reached King Rank are all geniuses who've exhausted their potential—not worth mentioning."

"Take Lin Huang of the Human Realm. They say he ascended to the heavens in a single step and attained Sagehood by an unconventional path. He may be a lucky bastard, but at least his cultivation is high enough to suppress others. Still, that doesn't make him a genius."

"A true genius must do what others cannot at every step—shatter the rules and break through the limits. Only then is he a true genius. He may never break through, but once he does, he'll be invincible among his peers. His only opponent will be himself."

"Geniuses these days are everywhere. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares call himself a genius. It's ridiculous."

The man went on at length with his commentary, but he stayed outside the entrance, too afraid to enter the God-Fallen Battlefield. For all his talk, he was just a theorist.

"You're not bad. I'll take you as my servant. Come in with me."

Suddenly, someone spoke. Divine light was held within him. He stood there with his hands behind his back, yet seemed as unfathomable as towering mountains, the boundless sea, and the starry sky.

A crowd gathered around him at the front. Those behind him were all radiant and arrogant, divine light surging around them and revealing their formidable strength. All the more, this made him seem extraordinary and drew everyone's attention.

"Boy, you'd better thank him."

Someone spoke.

"You're a descendant of Divine Blood?"

A cry of alarm went up. The people around them hurriedly scattered, staring in shock at the suddenly arrived descendant of Divine Blood.

But he said nothing more. He waved a hand and strode into the God-Fallen Battlefield, his attendants immediately following.

The man who had been all talk hesitated, then hurried after them. With a descendant of Divine Blood protecting him, perhaps he could find a great boon in the God-Fallen Battlefield.

"It's chaos. Utter chaos."

The Ice-Sealed Sword Saint sighed. He had never imagined things would turn out like this.

Hong Ying stood beside him, licking his lollipop in fits and starts. He, too, seemed unsettled.

"Even descendants of Divine Blood have come into the world. The God-Fallen Battlefield holds great fortune and great opportunities this time. The disciples of both our families may well be in danger of falling."

"Look at it another way: Lin Huang is going to die a horrible death this time, too. Thanks to you, he's now the target of everyone's hostility."

The Ice-Sealed Sword Saint and Hong Ying looked at each other, both regretting that their clever scheme had brought them more harm than good.

Who could have guessed things would turn out this way? From the moment the God-Fallen Battlefield appeared, everything had slipped beyond anyone's control. Perhaps only a Divine Being could know how it would end.

But now everyone could be certain: whoever emerged victorious from the God-Fallen Battlefield would truly be the greatest genius in the Myriad Worlds—unmatched and incomparable. He would forge a new era and might even become a god. He would be a being capable of ruling an entire age.

But none of this had anything to do with them anymore. A day later, the entrance to the God-Fallen Battlefield closed. With a thunderous boom, a great age began—a world of fierce contention, where geniuses vied against one another and myriad races fought for supremacy. Who would be the greatest in the Myriad Worlds? Everyone waited to see.