733 Bloodline Legend
The fear on the faces of the Fourth Prince, the Fifth Prince, and others did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it intensified.
Witnessing the death of the Third Prince was like a bombshell exploding in their hearts, leaving them so shocked they could barely breathe.
The emperor's absence afterwards only intensified their fear, making them unable to find peace.
An inexplicable emotion arose again, and he secretly wondered whether his father had really gone to that unknown place to explore the mysteries and secrets of the world, or whether he had been delayed by something important, so much so that he could not even care about the life and death of his own son.
These questions weighed heavily on their minds like enormous stones, making them feel incredibly burdened.
If the Emperor does not return for a long time, they will be nothing more than a large aristocratic family in this royal city.
In an instant, the princes felt as heavy as lead, and a somber atmosphere enveloped them, as if even the air itself had frozen.
Especially now that they have heard that the dragon energy has vanished without a trace and the spiritual energy has returned to the earth, they no longer have any hope. Moreover, Sun Daru dared to raid the palace at night and cripple the eldest prince's cultivation. What face does the royal family have left?
Even more terrifying is that the dragon energy that once easily suppressed cultivators has completely vanished.
The advantages of having sharp weapons and a large number of people in the past now seem so pale and powerless in the face of the powerful strength of cultivators.
At this moment, an immense sense of threat came from all around. It seemed that even this vast palace was not safe. The princes suddenly felt that their lives were no longer in their own hands, like fallen leaves, unable to control their own destiny.
Fear and unease filled me, as if I were in a dark abyss, surrounded by endless despair and helplessness.
The dragon's aura suppressed the cultivators, and the weapons and manpower that this royal city was once proud of now seemed so insignificant in the face of this powerful spiritual energy.
The Emperor has not returned from his travels. He used to be a person of high status, treated with respect and honor wherever he went. Now he is like an orphan who has lost his protection, appearing so fragile and helpless in the face of this cruel reality.
In a short period of time, everything changed drastically. It felt like a giant boulder was pressing down on him, and his strength, status, and his family's position in the royal city seemed like he could lose everything tomorrow.
For some reason, the princes all understood and tolerated each other, and their eyes were filled with a desire for the glory of the royal family and the peace of the people!
They must unite to maintain their rule over the capital; otherwise, they would be like ordinary cultivators, their lofty princely status a joke.
Upon witnessing this scene, the eldest prince felt a surge of inexplicable mockery, and a sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he care what he was thinking. He thought to himself, "Heh, these imperial brothers, they really only show unity when faced with pressure."
But I wonder if your fragile unity will hold up when the following news comes crashing down like a storm!
The eldest prince felt an unbearable sneer in his heart. When his father was alive, none of his brothers could get along. They each had their own supporters and rivals. With so many princes, there was only one throne. Where could there be peace?
The eldest prince thought to himself that he would be a cripple in the future unless his father returned. But even if his father returned, his five meridians would be completely destroyed, and he would not be able to reach a higher realm. His fate was already sealed.
'I hate you, Mr. Sun! If possible, you deserve to die!'
However, I imagine you won't live much longer. Forcibly activating the saint's relic—how long can you survive?
The eldest prince's anger remained unabated, and he sneered repeatedly!
He glanced lightly at the faces of his many brothers and nodded inwardly, knowing that the news that was about to arrive would likely cause even greater turmoil and upheaval.
Brothers reconciling, or siblings turning against each other!
The princes around him all had shifty eyes, some calm, some composed, clearly not as indifferent as they claimed! They all seemed to be waiting for the eldest prince to continue.
The eldest prince did not linger. He slightly parted his lips, his voice soft yet filled with the same disregard for everything, the power and authority of the royal family as before. "Father's bloodline is extraordinary, his cultivation speed is unmatched, and he grows stronger with each battle, his might shaking all directions."
However, we younger generations, compared to our father, are like fireflies compared to the bright moon in terms of the speed of our cultivation; we truly feel ashamed.
The tone shifted abruptly, a hint of determination, resolve, and sadness flashing in his eyes; the change in expression was so rapid it was impossible to blink.
There was even a hint of self-deprecation!
"My brother, I intend to take a risky step and break through to the Martial Emperor realm. Only with a Martial Emperor in charge can this royal city remain as stable as a rock, and only then can the people live in peace and prosperity!"
The moment the words "Emperor Wu" were uttered, they were like a thunderclap, stirring up a thousand waves in the hearts of the princes.
Whether it was the fourth prince or the eighth prince, at this moment, all the princes had an undisguised longing and expectation in their eyes, as if they could see the might of the Martial Emperor protecting the royal city and awe-inspiring all directions.
Only Emperor Wu could suppress a region!
The destruction of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, also known as the City God Temple in the Royal City, is still unknown to many of the princes. If they did know, Emperor Wu's desire for it would likely be even more urgent.
They are willing to use any means necessary, even at the cost of millions of lives!
'Bloodline, speed, breakthrough speed!' The words that had just been mentioned involuntarily surged into his mind!
A complex mix of emotions welled up within him: anticipation and hope, yet uncertainty. He felt both awe and envy for his father's extraordinary bloodline and powerful cultivation, while simultaneously feeling that his own cultivation speed was too slow and questioning.
The realm of Martial Emperor, and beyond Martial Emperor, seems like an unattainable dream, yet it is also the goal they pursue throughout their lives. Only the Martial Emperor is the one who inherits the throne, without any other choice.
"Bloodline... is it impure?!" The Ninth Prince's handsome face froze, his mind exploding as if a thunderclap was crashing down on him, leaving him feeling nothing but shock and disbelief.
The Ninth Prince, well-versed in all books, had no interest in the throne. Being the youngest and least powerful, he naturally had no distractions about the throne for a period of time.
Having perused countless books and gleaned profound knowledge of the secrets of bloodlines from numerous rumors and records, he was particularly horrified by the claims of purifying bloodlines through demonic means.
Bloodline is the source of life and the foundation of power. Ants and elephants, summer insects and ice—these are insurmountable rules of nature!
Pure bloodlines, like brilliant stars, are born incomparably noble, and birth is an end that many creatures can never reach.
It contains endless power and magical abilities. Once the bloodline is impure, it is like a pearl covered in dust, unable to break through.
At this moment, as the Ninth Prince was momentarily distracted, a strong desire and a frantic longing surged within him. He yearned to purify his bloodline, to let that pure power flow through it, and to help him reach the pinnacle of cultivation.
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