Kunpeng's Son closed his eyes, feeling the power within his body.
"I can feel an endless stream of power surging from my bloodline. I've never experienced anything like it..."
Kunpeng's Son murmured to himself.
Embarrassing as it was to admit, although he was Kunpeng's own son, he had never felt much power from his Kunpeng bloodline.
This was the first time such a torrent of power had coursed through his blood.
Before, the power that marked him as a Kunpeng had resided entirely in his pair of Kunpeng Wings.
His body itself held very little Kunpeng power.
In time, those Kunpeng Wings would even have become a shackle, much like the barrier a Sacred Body faced in attaining the Dao.
Before this, Kunpeng's Son could not even assume his true Kunpeng form.
For the son of Kunpeng, one of the Ten Fiends, that was almost impossible to believe.
But there was no helping it. This was the price Kunpeng's Son had paid to survive back then.
It was also why, in the original story, Kunpeng's Son had faded into the crowd and never appeared again.
Without the bloodline of a Ten Fiend, merely gaining a stroke of fortune from a Chaos Minor World amounted to little in the later age, when Heavenly Prodigies emerged in droves and the Immortal Dao shone brilliantly.
But now Immortal King Wuzhong had awakened part of his Kunpeng bloodline. It was as good as giving him a new life.
As the Kunpeng bloodline flowed through him, the wings on his back naturally dissolved and merged into his blood.
With even part of the Kunpeng bloodline, as long as Kunpeng's Son continued to advance in cultivation, the day would come when he displayed the bearing of a Ten Fiend once more.
Of those who had entered