Tenth-Grade Bloodline, Unrivaled Through the Ages!
The seventh trial of the World Road, the Lost Sea of Light.
The entire world was a vast ocean, with no sky or land. Countless specks of light were scattered through the water. It was a mysterious world beneath the sea, filled with countless opportunities and dangers.
A youth in golden robes walked through the water with a clear goal: to leave the Lost Sea of Light and enter the eighth trial. The opportunities along the way had not affected him in the slightest; his deep-set eyes had never once turned from their course.
He was Dugu Baitian. In every life and every realm, he had broken through his limits-not the limits set by others, but those of his own past lives.
In the eras when he had appeared, the so-called strongest heavenly geniuses and invincible emperor's heirs had all disappointed him utterly. There had never been a living being who could give him a battle to his heart's content.
For several eras, he had left everyone else in the dust. The Dao fruit of an emperor, which drove countless beings mad with desire, was his for the taking. Yet time and again, he gave it up. Life after life, he continued to hone himself, yearning for an opponent he could fight.
This was the unparalleled great age foretold by the emperors, poised at the dividing line between prosperity and decline. Be they beings hidden behind the curtain or monsters clinging to life in forbidden zones, all would be forced onto the stage, as emperors contended against one another.
The strongest beings from every era and every opportunity would all make their entrance. In the greatest game of chess since the Mythic Era, even the mightiest emperors would have to take the field and fight to the death.
Several strange beasts roared, no longer hiding. They opened their great bloody maws and pounced on Dugu Baitian. The youth's flesh and blood were far, far too delicious, surpassing every delicacy. They would allow the beasts to transform and ascend, becoming emperors of the sea.
There were seven or eight of them, all strange beasts of the Nirvana Realm. They churned up vast quantities of seawater, raising towering waves.
Farther away was a massive ferocious beast, a black flood dragon. It had already grown a pair of horns and a coat of scales, and was not far from transforming into a dragon. It was the emperor of these waters, and its powerful presence at the Seventh Layer of Nirvana made the strange beasts around it prostrate themselves.
Boom!
After the earth-shaking waves subsided, all that remained was a sea of blood, a thick stench of gore, and the corpses of strange beasts strewn in every direction. The sea emperor black flood dragon's body had been shattered into hundreds upon hundreds of pieces, which sank into the depths.
The youth in golden robes walked on. The lingering Sword Qi erupted, ravaging the surrounding waters and refusing to dissipate for a long time.
The fifth trial of the World Road, outside the Lone Lamp Pavilion.
Most of the cultivators gathered there had left. Those who had refined spiritual fire were beaming, while those who had failed hung their heads in dejection.
"It seems the records were right. Something has gone terribly wrong with the World Road," Zhuge Xiao sighed.
"The creations of the Immortal Ancient Era are from a time far too distant," Zhuge Yi said. The last time the World Road had appeared, major problems had arisen, and the places of opportunity in several trials had vanished.
"The greatest purpose of the World Road is to provide a platform," Zhuge Lingfeng said calmly. The most monstrous beings of the Three Thousand Worlds gathered in one place, contending and fighting to determine the strongest. How it set the blood aflame.
Half a day later, only one or two in ten remained. All of them wanted to wait, hoping the Lone Lamp Pavilion would open again so they could enter and refine spiritual fire.
The farther one advanced through the eighteen trials of the World Road, the more dangerous they became. If they could refine spiritual fire and improve their bloodlines, their chances of survival would rise greatly.
As time passed, more and more beings departed, leaving only a few dozen. Nangong Mengzhu, shrouded in a black robe, shifted her beautiful eyes.
A look of uncertainty and suspicion crossed her lovely face, half joyful and half worried. Her Life-Bound Gu, whose life was linked to hers, was growing stronger at an astonishing rate. It was not breaking through to a new realm; its very life essence was improving.
Inside the Lone Lamp Pavilion.
[Double Pupils activation complete!] [Immortal Bone activation complete!]
Middle of the Eighth Layer of Mystical Passage... Peak of the Eighth Layer of Mystical Passage... Middle of the Ninth Layer of Mystical Passage... Peak of the Ninth Layer of Mystical Passage!
Fu Yuan's presence grew ever more powerful as his cultivation broke through again and again. An invisible shackle had been broken, yet without the slightest pause, it continued to rise.
Above the nine-layered Bloodline Tower, the tenth layer's chaos color grew richer and slowly solidified. It was going to surpass the limit, to create a new limit.
Fu Yuan's body rumbled again and again. As his blood Qi surged, it was as though countless tiny True Dragons were roaring.
Boom!
After breaking the limit of the Qi Sea, Fu Yuan broke the limit of nine in a second realm, stepping into the Tenth Layer of Mystical Passage.
His mighty blood Qi nearly burst from his body and surged into the heavens. His bloodline awakened for a second time, and the Bloodline Pagoda's form began to change.
When an emperor's heir who cultivated the True Dragon Art broke the limit of Profound Opening, his Bloodline Pagoda would take the shape of a True Dragon.
When a young supreme with Human Emperor Blood entered the Tenth Layer of Mystical Passage, his Bloodline Pagoda would take the form of a Human Emperor.
Rumble! Rumble!
The two pupils in each of his golden eyes generated the wonders of creation. The Double Pupils were too sacred, too profound; chaos Qi flowed through his eyes, and with each opening and closing, it was as though small worlds were born and dissolved.
The bone in his right index finger shone brilliantly, crystalline and translucent, containing creation and immortality. It was an Immortal Bone, and the power within it was extraordinary. Even Fu Yuan was shaken when it activated.
Unlike the domineering Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Physique and the mysterious Double Pupils, this bone was the very embodiment of the extraordinary. It had fused into Fu Yuan's index finger, becoming one with his blood and meridians, yet it also transcended them.
It was not that they rejected it; rather, it was too extraordinary, utterly at odds with this world and this stretch of space and time.
The rumbling continued without end. His blood-colored Qi Sea boiled and surged into the heavens. The Blood Demon Spirit roared, its demonic Qi growing ever deeper, like a demonic emperor crawling out of a primordial abyss, ready to shatter the firmament.
The golden God Spirit's pupils were ascending, making it seem like a god king enthroned above the nine heavens, peerless in bearing.
It was not only his bloodline that was ascending. His blood Qi and physical body were also breaking through, and both his Qi Sea and spirits underwent a great transformation, stepping into a new level.
The Life and Death Gu lying on the Blood Demon Spirit's shoulder trembled. New wings were emerging from its black body, and the beginnings of a third and fourth wing had already appeared.
Merely by staying above Fu Yuan's Qi Sea and within his spiritual platform, the Life and Death Gu's essence had actually improved, and it was about to evolve from two wings to four.
The Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Physique circulated, and the vision of chaos splitting open to create the heavens grew ever more real. Chaos Qi surged through heaven and earth, while an indestructible intent filled the sky.
A corner of the void rumbled in rhythm with Fu Yuan's breathing. White, green, blue, black, yellow, orange, purple, red, gold, and chaos-the ten colors shone with dazzling brilliance. The Bloodline Pagoda, still transforming, hovered above his head. Fu Yuan's blood Qi was now so terrifying that, let alone ordinary heavenly geniuses, even emperor's heirs, mighty as they were, with blood Qi as vast as a True Dragon's, would have to prostrate themselves and blush with shame.
Fu Yuan had broken the notion that bloodlines had only nine grades, breaking through to a Tenth-Grade Bloodline!
It had never been recorded in ancient history. Since the Mythic Era, no being had ever attained it. This was not merely breaking the limit of bloodlines, but an act of creation, bringing something into existence from nothing.
From this day forth, the Tenth-Grade Bloodline was no longer an elusive legend. A living being had accomplished this feat in the present age, the first since the Mythic Era.
The impassable gulf that even emperors cultivating anew could not cross had been broken through by Fu Yuan, a peerless being who possessed the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Physique, Double Pupils, and an Immortal Bone all in one.
How could an ant dare face a True Dragon? How could a speck of dust in the river of stars approach the great sun?
Fu Yuan's presence soared. The intent of life, death, and Nirvana emerged as he stood on the verge of a major breakthrough, taking the step from Profound Opening into Nirvana. As time passed, the intent of life, death, and Nirvana surged ever more fiercely, and that terrifying presence nearly brought the heavens crashing down.