Su Mo raised his head to gaze up at that immense, imposing figure, his eyes filled with resolve.
An aura like that of the Giant God phantom emerged around him-the Bloodline Power belonging solely to the Divine Race.
The illusion of the Giant God's inheritance seemed to notice the Divine Race aura emerging from Su Mo as well, though it was still extremely weak, like a Giant God in its infancy.
That enormous sword rose high, towering between heaven and earth. Beneath the thousand-zhang figure, even the Snow Domain no longer seemed so vast.
At that moment, everyone throughout the Snow Domain and even beyond the Divine Realm could see that imposing Giant God phantom, magnificent as a mountain...
Su Mo kept his head raised, watching that phantom, and undid the tie holding his hair, letting his long hair fall loose.
"Since I have received the bloodline inheritance, I am the last of the Divine Race in this world..." Su Mo said in a low voice.
Then he unfastened and removed his white Confucian robes, exposing the body beneath. The bloodline of the Divine Race flowed through that body, which shone with the divine radiance of the Giant God Clan.
"I will merge my broken divine soul and Bloodline Power into my Mortal Intent. My divine soul, bloodline, and Mortal Intent will coexist!"
Under Luo Yin's and the little girl's stunned gazes, Su Mo smiled, then looked stubbornly at the Giant God phantom.
"When you sever my Mortal Intent, you will also sever my divine soul and bloodline..."
Su Mo gazed at the enormous sword in the Giant God phantom's hand. Its divine brilliance was impossible to look at directly.
"As I am now, I cannot defy your rules, but I have things I insist on too."
"I cannot stop