"The bloodlines of people native to the Star Realm actually contain Great Dao Power."
Qin Hao was surprised.
Liu Tiezhu's injuries were severe, but to Qin Hao, they were nothing.
What truly surprised him lay inside Liu Tiezhu's wounds.
"Star Realm Cultivators rely mainly on the power of their bloodlines. Could the Origin World be the same?" Qin Hao considered it, then decided that was unlikely.
Those in the Origin World probably cultivated the Great Dao as well.
As for why the Star Realm had become this way, Qin Hao did not know.
But he had a faint feeling it had something to do with the Star Realm's nine gods.
Only a moment passed.
Liu Tiezhu, whose face had been deathly pale, now looked healthy and flushed. To Qin Hao, such injuries were nothing, but to Liu Tiezhu and the others, his recovery was nothing short of a miracle.
Liu Tiezhu drew a breath and tried to stand. When he found he could move freely and his injuries truly had healed completely, he stared at Qin Hao in renewed shock.
"Alchemist Qin... Brother Qin, you're—you’re not a Bloodline Realm Cultivator?" Liu Tiezhu asked uncertainly, a trace of awe entering his eyes.
"I broke through not long ago." Qin Hao shook his head and released an aura of cultivation comparable to a warrior at the Saint Martial Realm First Layer.
Liu Tiezhu and the others felt a powerful pressure wash over them, and their expressions changed.
"I knew it! I knew Uncle Qin could save you!"
Liu Tiesheng was excited and full of admiration. "Dad, I told you Uncle Qin was incredible. I've watched him make pills. He often gets dozens from a single batch."
Liu Tiezhu's expression shifted.
He had never imagined that his neighbor, this young man who rarely