The moment Xiao Yan closed his eyes.
The sea breeze seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the sound of waves crashing against the rocks became distant and indistinct.
Han Xuanji also discovered that the rules of this world seemed to be assimilated by the other party. He couldn't even move, let alone stop or interrupt the casting of spells.
Xiao Yan, however, was also engrossed in his own world and made no move.
Time seemed to stand still.
Like a colossal beast that had slumbered for countless years, it slowly opened its eyes in the darkness.
Xiao Yan opened his eyes, his gaze clearer than ever before.
He no longer suppressed it, allowing the spirituality deep within his bloodline to awaken, letting it surge through his entire body like a tide, completely merging with his spiritual power, Dao Principles, and physical body.
It was a feeling of unbridled freedom I had never experienced before, as if a river channel that had been blocked for countless years had been suddenly opened up, and a long-accumulated torrent was gushing out.
A furious roar erupted from Xiao Yan's mouth.
The sound was not a simple scream, but carried an ancient echo, as if another voice was resonating with him.
In the void behind him, a tall figure slowly materialized.
The figure was entirely golden, with a blurred face, yet it exuded an indescribable majesty. Just by standing there, it made the air on the entire island feel heavy.
Xiao Yan understood that from the day he was born, he knew he was different from others.
The difference isn't a gap in talent, but a fundamental one.
The will of a Saint King flows in his blood, a will that protects him and shapes him invisibly.
Every path he took and every choice he made was subtly influenced by that force.
He feared he wouldn't be able to distinguish between his own will and the echoes of his ancestor in his bloodline.
So he suppressed it, resisted it, locked it deep within his soul, and told himself...
I will reach the pinnacle through my own efforts, not through the blessings of my ancestors.
But at that moment, he suddenly realized something.
That power was originally his.
It was not something external, nor a gift, but a part of his life.
The more he resisted, the more incomplete his own power became.
He kept fighting with one hand, but stubbornly refused to extend his other hand.
"Don't hold back, do everything you can."
Han Xuanji's words, however, were like a hammer, shattering the last shackle in his heart.
This was accompanied by the manifestation of the Saint King's phantom.
Han Xuanji's breath hitched slightly.
That wasn't pressure, but rather an instinctive oppression from a higher level of being looking down upon this world.
His body tensed slightly under that pressure, and the ten Dao Principles operated simultaneously, attempting to counteract the suppression.
But that power was too domineering, as if it originated from the same source as heaven and earth, and was rooted in the same Dao.
For the first time, his Power of Mystic Heaven showed signs of being powerless in the face of this force.
On the external screen, this scene was clearly presented to every viewer.
The entire stands fell into a deathly silence for a moment, then erupted into an unprecedented uproar.
What is that?
Behind Yan Xiao... that was a phantom!
What's going on?
Shock, discussion, and amazement swept through the entire stands like a tsunami.
Those who previously thought " Yan Xiao just got lucky to get into the finals" all shut their mouths now.
On the high platform, a well-informed representative of a powerful force finally stood up, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"This is the power of the Saint King Bloodline... the genuine Saint King Bloodline!"
These words immediately caused an uproar on the high platform.
Even those powerful beings at the level of Eternal True God found it difficult to remain calm at this moment.
What does the Saint King Bloodline signify?
This means that one is born Sage, and that it is only a matter of time before one reaches the Holy Lord Realm.
Such a person would be a core member of any faction's development program.
A cultivator with the Saint King Bloodline has come to participate in the Principle Conference of Thousand Souls City?
This is simply a case of overwhelming force.
"Although Han Xuanji is strong, he is no match for the Saint King Bloodline..."
Someone shook their head and sighed:
"I can only say it was bad luck."
"Yes, it's not a difference in strength. The Saint King Bloodline inherently possesses the suppression of the Great Dao, which is almost unbeatable among those of the same realm."
"What a pity."
If it were a different Principle Conference, Han Xuanji would definitely be the champion.
But this year, such a situation has emerged.
Hearing these comments, Hun Qianxue's heart sank to the bottom.
He certainly knew what the Saint King Bloodline meant; that kind of power couldn't be gained through hard work alone.
He looked at Han Xuanji's still upright figure in the light screen, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
There was a sense of worry mixed with a deep feeling of helplessness.
In his view, Han Xuanji's success was entirely due to his own efforts. Although losing to someone with the Saint King Bloodline was not shameful, it was still a great pity.
Elder Meng sat upright in the main seat, his face still revealing no emotion.
His gaze lingered on Han Xuanji for a long time.
The appearance of the Saint King Bloodline was also somewhat unexpected for him.
He naturally knew Xiao Yan's true identity and background, but he did not know that Xiao Yan was actually the Great Sheng Divine Son and the inheritor of the Saint King Bloodline.
The fact that a descendant of the Saint King Bloodline would participate in Principle Conference of this level is itself a form of "cheating."
But since the rules didn't prohibit the power of bloodlines, he couldn't say anything.
He felt a little worried.
The Saint King Bloodline should have nothing to do with their Great Dao Society.
If Han Xuanji's Dao heart were to be clouded by his defeat at the Principle Conference against the Saint King Bloodline, that would be the greatest loss.
"I hope this child can hold on..."
Elder Meng thought to himself.
Wang Chong sat in a corner of the stands, his gaze never leaving the light screen from beginning to end.
Looking at the phantom of the Holy Saint King behind Xiao Yan, and at the unprecedented relief and determination on Xiao Yan's face, he felt an indescribable sense of relief.
This kid has finally gotten over that hurdle.
He relinquished his status as a divine child, but he did not relinquish his divine child power.
He chose his own path, but he did not deny his own bloodline.
This awareness is more important than any victory.
" Han Xuanji..."
Wang Chong's gaze fell on the figure in the blue robe:
"This is all thanks to you."
It was worth it for him to promote this Principle Conference. To be honest, although he had high hopes for Han Xuanji before, he did not expect Han Xuanji to give him such a big surprise.
In his original plan, the final battle against Xiao Yan would be between Ling Cang and Song Tiancheng.
However, he was somewhat surprised when he saw Han Xuanji's straight back.
How could Han Xuanji withstand the pressure of the Saint King?
Even though it was only a very weak Saint King's aura, Han Xuanji didn't seem to be affected much.
On the island, Xiao Yan slowly raised his head, golden light swirling in his pupils.
His voice became steady and clear, carrying an unprecedented certainty.
"Brother Han, this is my last bit of strength."
I won't hold back from now on.
At this moment, Xiao Yan did not realize that Han Xuanji seemed unaffected by the Saint King's pressure, and simply assumed that this was how it should be.
Han Xuanji looked at him and remained silent for a moment.
His robes fluttered under the oppressive aura of the Saint King's phantom, but his back remained straight and his gaze remained calm.
The Saint King's aura was indeed powerful; any other cultivator would likely have been driven to mental collapse and utter exhaustion by it.
But for him, it was only that initial moment that affected him, causing him to lose focus for a few breaths.
after all.
Xiao Yan just opened it.
But he never turned it off.