Bloodline Returned to Its Roots · Not Becoming a God

Yu Tianheng stood in the main hall for less than half an incense stick's time before he clearly explained his purpose.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Council of Elders already destroyed Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul. However, the mark of the clan's bloodline inheritance is still embedded in his body.

That was the primordial power accumulated by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage over a dozen generations; it couldn't be allowed to rot in the mud along with a disgraced thief.

Stripping away bloodline inheritance requires extremely precise control of Soul Power, and even more so, a power that transcends Martial Soul to serve as the blade.

Throughout the Douluo Continent, only Nan Feng's Primordial World Immortal Power could achieve this.

Nan Feng didn't rush to express his opinion after listening.

He sat in the main seat of the main hall, his fingers tapping idly on the armrest, his mind weighing the importance of the matter.

Yu Xiaogang stole the research manuscripts of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, deceiving the Soul Master World for decades and ruining Liu Erlong's life.

Should this person be punished? Yes.

But it wouldn't sound good if word got out that Nan Feng himself was the one who stripped away the bloodline inheritance.

Those who knew him said the Blue Lightning Clan had asked him to help. Those who didn't would think that Nan Feng was using his power as Immortal Dao being to bully a pitiful creature whose Martial Soul had been destroyed.

"Immortal Master."

Seeing his silence, Yu Tianheng took a step forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed.

"I know this is difficult for you. But the family Council of Elders already decided that Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul can be destroyed, but his bloodline inheritance must be preserved."

"That's the very foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage; it can't be allowed to end in his hands."

Nan Feng looked up at him.

Why doesn't your Council of Elders take action themselves?

Yu Tianheng smiled bitterly.

"We tried. Three elders at the Soul Douluo level joined forces to attempt to peel it off, and they almost tore the person to pieces."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Furthermore... someone in the Council of Elders mentioned that the Immortal Master's tower possesses the Power of Creation, capable of purifying Martial Soul and removing impurities. Only you can do this."

The Old Huai snorted inside the tower.

"The Power of Creation is meant to evolve Martial Soul. But they're using it to dismantle people's bloodlines. They're good at this, but it's thankless work, and you'll only get yourself tainted."

Nan Feng ignored the Old Huai and looked at Yu Tianheng, asking him a question.

What was Yu Xiaogang's attitude during his lifetime?

Yu Tianheng was taken aback, clearly not expecting Nan Feng to ask this.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"He... had no objections. He was completely devastated after his Martial Soul was destroyed. When the Council of Elders sent someone to inform him, he didn't even raise his head."

He only said one sentence, "Take it."

The Nan Feng rises.

Bibi Dong, standing behind him, straightened up, still holding the cup of spiritual tea she had brought back from the grand ceremony. The tea had gone cold, but she hadn't put it down.

Nan Feng turned and glanced at her.

Bibi Dong said, "I'll go with you."

What are you going to do?

"After all, he was once an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong spoke these words in a very flat tone.

"I'll go take a look, consider it... settling an old score."

Nan Feng didn't refuse. He turned to Yu Tianheng and said, "I'll go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan tomorrow."

"Go back and tell the Council of Elders that I only performed the stripping, not the trial."

"I won't touch Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul; that's your family's business. I'll only retrieve his bloodline inheritance and return it to you; I don't care about anything else."

Yu Tianheng bowed.

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

After Yu Tianheng left, the Old Huai floated out of the tower and leaned against a pillar with its arms crossed.

"You really want to go? Yu Xiaogang may have deserved it, but it won't sound good if word gets out that you personally stripped him of his bloodline. Some people are just waiting to find something to use against you."

Nan Feng took the communication token left by the Holy Mother White Lotus from the Tower Spirit Space and weighed it in his hand.

"Old Huai, what do you think Yu Xiaogang cares about most?"

"His theory, of course."

"His theories were crushed by Bibi Dong in front of a massive army, his Martial Soul was destroyed, and his reputation was ruined. He lost everything he cared about most in his life."

"His bloodline inheritance is the last thing he stole from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and it's still embedded in his body."

Nan Feng threw the token back into the tower.

"By taking away the bloodline inheritance, I'm essentially taking away the last thing he stole as well."

"He left cleanly, Blue Lightning Clan reclaimed everything cleanly. This is good for everyone."

Old Huai paused, his hand stroking his beard stopping.

"You little brat... you've softened your heart?"

It's not that I'm soft-hearted.

The Nan Feng is blowing outwards.

"There's no need to kill him completely. He's already like that; what's the point of me kicking him again, other than making myself look powerful?"

Bibi Dong followed half a step behind him and suddenly said something.

You weren't this kind before.

Nan Feng paused, turning back to look at her.

Bibi Dong held a glass of cool tea, her eyes looking elsewhere, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Nan Feng chuckled.

"I hadn't Foundation Establishment Perfection before either."

The next morning, Nan Feng took Bibi Dong to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Tianheng waited at the entrance and led them to a forbidden area in the back mountain of the family.

Yu Xiaogang's body was carried out of the empty courtyard in the north of the city and placed on the stone platform in the forbidden area.

He was wrapped in a faded old robe, his face was unshaven, his cheeks were sunken, and he was so thin that he looked unrecognizable.

Nan Feng stopped in front of the stone platform and looked for two breaths.

"I will now retrieve the bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Yu Tianheng whispered a reply from the side.

"Master, before he left, he asked me to ask you a question."

"Explain."

He asked, "Is my theory really all wrong?"

Nan Feng stretched out his right hand, Primordial World Immortal Power surged from his palm.

Golden light condensed into a semi-transparent hand, which reached into Yu Xiaogang's chest.

The Immortal Power circulated within his body and located the imprint of his bloodline inheritance.

The thing was embedded deep in the spine, tangled with the remnants of the Martial Soul, like a mess of hemp.

Nan Feng frowned.

The Immortal Power transformed into fine threads, which were peeled away, separated, and pulled apart one by one.

Bibi Dong stood to the side watching. She had put down the cup of cold tea she was holding at some point, and her hands were folded in front of her, her fingertips white.

When they reached the last thread of bloodline, Yu Tianheng spoke again.

"Master, you haven't answered his question yet."

Nan Feng didn't stop.

"His theory is half right. Reaching a bottleneck in Soul Power Level does indeed require Soul Ring to break through, and the lifespan of Soul Ring is indeed related to the Soul Master's physical endurance."

"But he was too absolute. He said the limit for Soul Elder was Thousand-Year Soul Ring, but I got a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring on my third ring. He said the limit for Soul Saint was ten thousand years, but I got a thirty-thousand-year Soul Ring on my fourth ring."

He pulled out the last thread of blood.

A golden ball of light condensed into a bead of blood the size of a thumb in the palm of his hand.

"His mistake wasn't in the theory itself. It was that he stole someone else's work, treated the stolen conclusion as an ironclad rule, and then used this rule to apply it to everyone."

The moment the bloodline left the body, a drop of blood landed in Nan Feng's palm.

Yu Tianheng accepted it with both hands and bowed deeply.

He ended by saying thank you.

Nan Feng waved his hand and turned to walk out.

Bibi Dong caught up faster than usual. When they reached the entrance to the forbidden area, she suddenly spoke.

I thought you were going to yell at him.

Would scolding him do any good?

"Useless, but it's satisfying."

Nan Feng glanced at her.

"Haven't you insulted enough people before? When Pope Bibi Dong insulted Yu Xiaogang, the entire Spirit Hall trembled."

Bibi Dong turned her face away, her ear tips turning red.

"Don't bring up the past."

It was already evening when the two returned to Heaven Dou City.

Just as Nan Feng sat down in the Pagoda God Temple, the sky outside the temple suddenly brightened.

It wasn't the brightness of the setting sun, but a silvery-white light that shone through the depths of the clouds, imbued with divine laws.

The clouds above Heaven Dou City were split in two by this light, as if someone had unzipped a zipper in the sky.

Old Huai rushed out of the tower, his face pale.

"Fluctuations in the laws of the Divine Realm! First-Level God has descended!"

Nan Feng stood up and walked to the palace entrance.

A silvery-white light fell on the plaza directly in front of the Pagoda God Temple.

The light faded, revealing a woman in a plain white dress standing there.

Barefoot, with long hair reaching the ground, and gentle features, the divine pressure surrounding her caused the stone slabs in the square to sink half an inch.

The garrison of Heaven Dou City had already surrounded them. Xue Beng personally led his men to block the perimeter of the square, swords drawn and bows nocked.

"All of you, step back."

The voice of Nan Feng came from the palace entrance, carried by Immortal Power, making every word clear and distinct.

"This is the Goddess of Life. If you all tried to take her down, you wouldn't be enough to squeeze her with one hand."

Xue Beng's expression changed several times; he sheathed his sword and stepped aside.

The Goddess of Life stepped into the temple.

His gaze swept over the Ancient Tree of Life, the Nine Heavens Treasure Pearl, and the Three Lights Divine Water, finally settling on Nan Feng.

She looked at him for a long time.

"Your power has surpassed that of God King."

The Goddess of Life spoke, her voice as gentle as she was, yet each word carried the weight of divine laws.

Why don't you become a god?

Nan Feng leaned against a pillar in the palace, his posture casual.

"Divine status is a limitation. I cultivate the Immortal Dao, Immortal Dao has no upper limit."

The Goddess of Life frowned.

"Without becoming a god, you cannot enter the Divine Realm."

"I don't need to enter the Divine Realm."

Nan Feng straightened up and walked to the center of the temple. Above him was the azure-gold Golden Immortal emanating from the Nine Heavens Treasure Pearl.

"I cultivate my immortality in the mortal realm, suppress my Abyss, and protect my people. That's enough."

The Goddess of Life remained silent for a long time.

Her gaze swept over the Ancient Tree of Life in the Tower Spirit Space, which had grown to be more than two people tall, and over Bibi Dong's golden Nine Heart Begonia.

Finally, her gaze swept over Old Huai's face, now clearly visible, as he glared at her with his beard bristling.

Finally, she sighed.

You are freer than God.

Nan Feng chuckled.

I like hearing that.

The Goddess of Life turned and walked out, but stopped abruptly at the temple entrance and glanced back at him.

"The Law Enforcement Hall asked me to convey a message: the Immortal Dao Alliance is developing too rapidly, causing some unease in the Divine Realm. But..."

She paused, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"I'll tell them when I get back that there's no need to worry. You never intended to enter the Divine Realm to seize territory."

"You seem to have a good eye."

"Live long, and you'll be good at judging people."

The figure of the Goddess of Life faded in the silvery light, and the last word drifted into the hall.

"You're the first person who can suppress God King level opponent without even becoming a god."

As the silver light faded, twilight returned to the sky above Heaven Dou City.

Old Huai jumped out of the tower and slapped Nan Feng on the back.

What you just said is more powerful than all your supernatural abilities combined!

Nan Feng was so struck that he staggered forward a step.

"Old Huai, take it easy! Even I, at the Foundation Establishment Perfection, can't withstand being hit like that!"

Old Huai laughed heartily, his beard sticking up high.

"So what if you've Foundation Establishment Perfection? Your ancestor back then..."

"My ancestor became a god back then, I know that."

The Nan Feng interrupted him.

"But my ancestor never argued back against the Goddess of Life."

Old Huai choked, stared at him for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

"You brat, you're even better at bragging than your grandpa."

Bibi Dong peeked out from the entrance of the Tower Spirit Space, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea.

A golden crabapple petal floated in the tea.

She walked up to Nan Feng and handed him the tea.

"Tomorrow, Yu Xiaogang's bloodline will be returned to the Blue Lightning Clan, and this matter will be considered settled."

"But when you were speaking to the Goddess of Life, the communication token from the Law Enforcement Hall beeped."

Nan Feng took the teacup and took a sip.

"So what if it rings? If they want to cause trouble, it doesn't matter whether they take the token or not. If they don't want to cause trouble, the token is just for show."

Bibi Dong looked at him and suddenly said something.

"When you mentioned the people protecting me, you glanced at me."

Nan Feng almost choked on the tea.

"Is there?"

"Have."

Bibi Dong nodded earnestly, her ear tips turning bright red.

I saw it.

Old Huai clicked his tongue and turned to walk into the tower.

"I'm going back to the tower for tea; I can't stand this place anymore."

Nan Feng stood in the center of the temple, holding a teacup, Bibi Dong stood beside him, looking down at her toes.

The Nine Heavens Treasure Pearl rotates at the top of the tower.

The fourth drop of the Three Lights Divine Water is condensing inside the bead.

Two figures, one tall and one short, were reflected on the golden liquid, half a step apart, but their shadows were very close together on the bead's surface.