Descendants of Divine Blood

"What Lin Huang, what peerless genius. They are nothing but a pile of ants."

Suddenly, someone spoke with extreme arrogance, looking down upon the Human Realm. The magnitude of his tone made everyone turn their heads.

This man was handsome and refined, with a perfect face. Every gesture he made seemed to contain the essence of perfection, enough to shock even a Saint.

He rode an ancient war chariot from which fresh blood dripped, immortal even after ten thousand years; it was clearly a powerful divine artifact.

Behind him were four formidable attendants, each possessing a solemn aura and restrained divine light. As they walked, golden lotuses bloomed beneath their feet, marking them as powerful geniuses in their own right.

Soon, shocking news emerged: this man had actually stepped out from a dust-sealed divine kingdom. He was a true bloodline of the gods, a Descendant of Divine Blood.

"A Descendant of Divine Blood has appeared."

"It's chaos, total chaos. This time, the God-Fallen Battlefield is destined to be a storm of blood and slaughter. Whoever can claim the crown will be the true number one of this generation, a supreme prodigy who will forge an era of their own."

Descendants of Divine Blood were true darlings of the heavens. Their ancestors had once been gods, and they carried the genuine bloodline of divinity, existing within legendary divine kingdoms that had never manifested in the world before.

But no one expected that the opening of the God-Fallen Battlefield would actually attract a Descendant of Divine Blood.

"So what if you are a Descendant of Divine Blood?! You only know how to act as kings and tyrants within those ignorant divine kingdoms. Look across the world; how many names of Descendants of Divine Blood are there on the God Stele?"

Someone who refused to accept the reputation of the Descendants of Divine Blood spoke up to provoke him.

This person was also a peerless genius who had gained a profound understanding of the six paths and condensed the prototype of a Dao. He dominated his own realm and was the number one genius of that world.

"Blasphemer, die."

Before the Descendant of Divine Blood could speak, his attendant let out an angry shout, raised his hand, and struck out, intending to kill.

"I am speaking to your master, why are you interrupting!"

The peerless genius laughed aloud, acting with lightning speed and fierce resolve, unwilling to entangle himself with the attendant of the Descendant of Divine Blood.

But to his surprise, after three exchanges, the peerless genius's expression changed in disbelief. Even a mere attendant possessed the talent of a peerless genius, matching him blow for blow, making it impossible to suppress or kill him in a short time.

"Fine. Fine. Fine. We shall fight again in the God-Fallen Battlefield."

The peerless genius wore a grave expression as he spat out those words. Feeling a sense of trepidation, he took a step back, tapped his foot, and entered the God-Fallen Battlefield.

"I say you must die, and so you shall."

The Descendant of Divine Blood spoke indifferently. As soon as those eight words were finished, the peerless genius, who had already stepped halfway into the God-Fallen Battlefield, let out a miserable scream and exploded into a mist of blood.

With just one sentence, he was killed.

"Words become law."

The crowd was shocked, finally realizing the power and tyranny of the Descendant of Divine Blood. A mere attendant possessed the talent of a peerless genius, and with a single sentence, the master had used the power of "words becoming law" to kill a peerless genius who dominated his own realm. Such prestige was truly terrifying.

Glancing around with disdain, the Descendant of Divine Blood sneered and stepped into the God-Fallen Battlefield.

Not long after, another Descendant of Divine Blood emerged, stepping on a king-level Ying Dragon. He was arrogant and overbearing; everyone who blocked his path along the way was swallowed whole by the Ying Dragon.

But having witnessed the power of the previous Descendant of Divine Blood, no one dared to stop this one. They watched helplessly as he stepped on the Ying Dragon and entered the God-Fallen Battlefield in a single stride.

"It's unfair! He even brought a king-level mount inside. How is anyone supposed to fight that!"

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Some people grumbled indignantly, shouting toward the Dream God Realm.

The Dream God Realm ignored them entirely, but someone nearby said with disdain, "If you can't fight a king across levels, how can you call yourself a peerless genius?"

"Besides, haven't you heard? Several geniuses at the lower stage of the King Realm have already entered the God-Fallen Battlefield."

The complainers' expressions changed instantly, and they dared not speak another word. They hesitated for a long time, unsure whether they should enter the God-Fallen Battlefield.

"Ignorance is truly laughable."

That person sneered, "For those under thirty, whether they are peerless geniuses or Descendants of Divine Blood, most suppress their cultivation to the Marquis Realm. It's not that they cannot break through, but that they are intentionally suppressing it to reach the extreme limit of their rank. Those who become Kings before thirty are geniuses whose potential is already exhausted; they aren't worth mentioning."

"As for that Lin Huang from the Human Realm, it is said he ascended in a single step and became a Saint through an alternative path. Although he is just a guy who got lucky, his cultivation is high enough to exert suppression, but he can hardly be called a genius."

"True geniuses must be able to do what others cannot at every step, breaking laws and pushing limits. Those are the true geniuses. They don't break through until they are ready, and once they do, they are invincible at their level. Their only opponents are themselves."

"Nowadays, geniuses are as common as dirt. Any stray cat or dog dares to call themselves a genius; it's simply absurd."

The man commented at length, yet he stood outside the entrance, not daring to enter the God-Fallen Battlefield. For all his talk, he was just an armchair strategist.

"You are not bad. I will take you as a slave; follow me inside."

Suddenly, someone spoke. With restrained divine light, he stood there, hands clasped, appearing as deep and vast as mountains, oceans, and the starry sky.

He was surrounded by a group of people, and those behind him were all high-spirited and arrogant, their divine light surging to show their powerful strength, which only served to make this man appear even more extraordinary and eye-catching.

"Kid. Why haven't you thanked him yet?"

Someone spoke up.

"You are a Descendant of Divine Blood."

With a gasp of surprise, the surrounding people quickly scattered, looking at this suddenly appeared Descendant of Divine Blood with terror in their hearts.

The man said nothing more; he waved his hand and stepped into the God-Fallen Battlefield, his attendants following closely behind.

The armchair strategist who had been boasting hesitated for a moment, but then followed them in immediately. With a Descendant of Divine Blood protecting him, perhaps he could find a stroke of fortune within the God-Fallen Battlefield.

"It's chaos. It's chaos."

The Ice-Sealed Sword Saint sighed, never having imagined that things would evolve into this.

Hong Ying stood to the side, licking a lollipop with little enthusiasm, clearly feeling somewhat restless as well.

"The Descendants of Divine Blood have emerged. This God-Fallen Battlefield holds great fortune, but even greater peril. I fear the disciples of both our houses are at risk of falling."

"Look at it from the other side, Lin Huang will also have a miserable death this time. Thanks to you, he is now the target of everyone's ire."

The Ice-Sealed Sword Saint and Hong Ying exchanged a glance, both feeling the frustration of having tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it.

Who could have foreseen that things would turn out this way? From the moment the God-Fallen Battlefield appeared, the situation had spiraled beyond anyone's control; perhaps only the gods themselves knew what the outcome would be.

But everyone could now be truly certain that whoever managed to emerge victorious from the God-Fallen Battlefield would be the one and only number one genius of the Myriad Worlds—unrivaled, incomparable, a pioneer of a new era, and perhaps even possessing the potential to become a god. That would be an existence capable of dominating an entire age.

Yet, none of this concerned these people anymore. One day later, the entrance to the God-Fallen Battlefield closed with a thunderous boom, ushering in a great age—an age of intense contention, where geniuses would clash and ten thousand races would vie for supremacy. Who would be the number one of the Myriad Worlds? We shall wait and see.