A drop of blood.
Blood—
It coursed through thousands upon thousands of bodies.
Those who possessed certain bloodlines gained strength from killing others with those bloodlines.
—or a curse.
It was an ancient practice.
In a harsh natural world, people fought to decide who got food and the right to reproduce.
Through death after death, they learned how to strengthen their bloodlines.
Long ages passed.
On that green planet, a civilization developed a method of cultivation through bloodlines.
—If the Three Realms civilization had not broken through with the Imago Cultivation Method, the Universe would have chosen this civilization, which grew stronger through bloodlines, to carry out the Dark Crown Ritual.
Xu Yuan blinked.
Sensing everything through Cycle Field, he quickly found the truth.
These people had sought him out and called him their young master because his Netherworld Passage Art had advanced to the Third Layer.
They had caught the scent and come running.
His blood was now sufficiently "high-grade" for several powerful figures in their civilization to use.
That was why they called him "young master" and came looking for him.
He even saw ways to counter the various adverse reactions caused by devouring bloodlines.
He no longer needed the All Things Unity Society's Blood Devouring Ring.
—This civilization, built on devouring bloodlines, had unexpectedly reached its peak.
After all, the strongest civilization, the Three Realms, had drawn all the calamities away.
Xu Yuan sighed and suddenly drew the Youhuang Sword.
The instant the long sword left its sheath—
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
Near and far, cultivators drew their weapons and fixed their eyes on Xu Yuan.
Now Zhang Pengcheng sensed that something was wrong.
"It's fine. Our team rank speaks for itself. As long as you don't attack, they can't do anything to you."
He secretly