"Only one of Pangu's bloodline can lift this sword!"
Those words silenced the entire hall.
"Impossible!" someone immediately cried out. She was a female member of the Witch Clan, dressed in clothing woven from leaves and vines. Her name was Liuli, and she was the leader of the Liu Family. Her strength surpassed even Xiang's.
Liuli shook her head repeatedly. "How could that be? We've all tried, and none of us could lift this sword. Are you saying our Witch Clan wasn't born of Pangu's bloodline?"
Every member of the Witch Clan firmly believed they were of Pangu's bloodline. Yet the High Priest's words were tantamount to telling them that everything they had believed before was wrong. Naturally, they refused to accept it.
The other members of the Witch Clan nodded as well. Had anyone but the High Priest said this, they would have made that person feel the Witch Clan's might.
"Yes, High Priest. If only those of Pangu's bloodline can lift this sword, why can't we?" Xiang Liu asked with a nod.
The High Priest waved a hand. "Our Witch Clan was, of course, born of Pangu's bloodline. But the creation of heaven and earth and the evolution of the Heavenly Dao scattered the power of that bloodline, leaving yours far removed from Pangu's true bloodline. To lift this sword, one must possess bloodline power exceedingly close to that of Great God Pangu."
"So that's how it is. No wonder only the High Priest can lift it!"
Xiang nodded as though understanding had suddenly dawned on him.
The High Priest truly was the divine emissary left behind by Great God Pangu, his bloodline power the closest to the great god's.
He was not alone in thinking this. The others nodded repeatedly as well.
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