734 - Don't miss it!
A thought, without any apparent reason, arose in his mind: 'Only a pure bloodline can bear greater power, inherit the power of the Emperor's bloodline, break through to invincibility, and even become a Martial Saint!'
The power of a Martial Saint could potentially transform the world, even unifying the Qi Kingdom, the Hong Kingdom, and other territories!
In my mind, it seemed as if a force was roaring, echoing the heavens, calling upon the world, and clearly seeing the path ahead.
It seemed as if the bloodline was roaring in a deep voice, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, yearning for bloodlust, yearning to break free from its constraints, yearning for power.
Instantly, he felt as if he had pure blood, pure beyond measure, just like his father. At that moment, his blood was like a rushing river, surging and surging, carrying endless mysterious power that washed over his body, and his cultivation level instantly soared.
Reaching the level of Emperor Wu was as natural as drinking water!
For some inexplicable reason, the Ninth Prince thought of his second brother, the one who regarded the throne as dirt and only knew how to train and fight. Now, his second brother was fighting against the water demons and monsters in the southern sea and lakes. His current level of cultivation was probably immeasurable.
The other princes looked thoughtful, their eyes fixed on the eldest prince, waiting for him to continue. Clearly, this treasure vault, where no one else was around, was the perfect place to share secrets and thoughts.
"Purify the bloodline!" Like a thunderous explosion, a burst of light erupted in the deep abyss, seemingly the deep roar of a ferocious beast, its divine sense silently exploding.
As soon as the thought crossed their minds, the princes involuntarily took a step back from each other, and the distance between them seemed to widen instantly.
In their exchange of glances, a deep, undisguised wariness was palpable.
Looking at his brothers, whom he already didn't know well in Japan, they now seemed even more like strangers!
The eldest prince felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the flickering glances between his brothers.
With his eyes lowered, his voice was deep and soft, as if afraid of disturbing the surrounding air: "Father's bloodline is extraordinary, and his cultivation speed far exceeds that of ordinary people. Although we cannot reach his level, we are not mediocre people either."
Among the many practitioners in the world, we can be considered outstanding individuals.
If we were born in a peaceful and prosperous era, with the protection of our father, we could naturally follow the proper steps, cultivate ourselves to achieve success, and ascend to the realm of Martial Emperor or Martial God.
However, the situation is now changing rapidly and unpredictable. I want to go against the tide and break through to the realm of Martial Emperor.
Haha, a miscalculation! Alas, all five meridians are destroyed, leaving me as useless as a cripple.
However, bloodline purification might help rebuild the bloodline and regain supreme power. This should be credible!
Improving one's strength through combat should be a viable strategy!
As for how to enhance and purify one's bloodline, many princes had some idea of it, since the actions of evil spirits were somewhat similar to those of demons.
However, the power of the demons is the power that the priests receive in return from the demon gods. Naturally, the power is mixed and chaotic. But the more power the priests receive in return from the demons, the more peculiar their bloodline becomes, and even the more active and contagious it is. The greater their power, and some even awaken supernatural abilities!
The power returned by the demon also altered the bloodline of the priest, granting him more power and making him appear much younger, with the possibility of forcibly prolonging his life.
This characteristic may be due to the ancient mystery of evil spirits themselves, and the bloodline that flows out can allow ordinary people to continue their lives and live longer.
Otherwise, many people nearing their birthdays wouldn't risk worshipping evil gods.
Those who can worship evil gods are often of extraordinary status.
The silence was chilling.
Like a still, deep winter night, the air seemed frozen solid, even breathing was suffocating.
The princes exchanged glances, their wary expressions piercing the air like arrows.
The mysterious and alluring phrase, 'bloodline purification,' stirred up a storm in their hearts. Purification—wasn't that precisely the method of bloodline fusion and refinement?
A series of breathtaking images flashed through my mind, as if I could see my bloodline colliding and merging with that of the other princes in a violent power.
The scene was like a stampede of ten thousand horses, or a volcanic eruption, with the earth cracking open, leaving no escape for anyone!
If you fall to the ground, do you have any hope of survival and yearn for the other person's pity?
The fifth and sixth princes hurriedly retreated several steps, as if they were being chased by a flood or a ferocious beast.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, as if this would give each other a greater sense of security. Their eyes were filled with vigilance, sharp and alert like an owl in the night.
The two, being colleagues, understood each other even better. They were of similar cultivation levels, neither surpassing the Martial King. At this moment, the prince's status was like a ripe fruit or elixir, exuding an alluring fragrance.
The two men were tense, like the strings of a bow. The sixth prince said in a trembling voice, "Brother, you should open the treasure vault quickly. It's too cold here. I caught a cold recently and need to go back to rest."
If I get back late, my mother will definitely worry and send people to look for me, which wouldn't be good!
His mind raced, his immediate priority being to escape. He felt utterly helpless, a chill running through him. His fifth brother, beside him, shared his fear.
But at this moment, he dared not consider them entirely as allies, and couldn't help but think, 'After returning, I must never see any of my younger brothers or elder brothers alone again.'
The eldest prince had already leaned against a bookshelf, closing his eyes to rest. At this moment, he cared about nothing. With all five meridians destroyed, he could not participate in anything.
It stands like a desolate, lonely peak amidst the pines and winds of countless valleys, like a flickering torch in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
All choices were left to the other princes to make.
If there were no unexpected events tonight, everything would proceed as planned. Three days later, all the princes would gather together, and the eldest prince would absorb the bloodline power of his younger brothers to undergo the legendary bloodline purification.
If this succeeds, will it allow me to achieve the same cultivation speed as my father?
The more anticipation the eldest prince once held in his heart, the more desolate he is now!
The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince fell silent, their eyes meeting, and they unconsciously moved a little closer to each other!
The seventh prince, like a frail scholar, stood resolutely alone in place.
After some thought, the Fourth Prince felt a strange stirring in his heart. Seeing that the First Prince remained completely still, he now understood.
He thought to himself, 'If I hadn't already broken through, and if the First Prince hadn't had all five meridians destroyed, I would probably be the First Prince's prey too.'
Today's opportunity is the best one created by our eldest brother. If we miss it, we brothers will find it increasingly difficult to meet again in the future.
Even if they were to meet, they would likely be accompanied by numerous guards.
If you miss this opportunity today, you may never have another chance.
A whispered, 'Don't miss it,' came from a terrifying voice, the yearning desire sounding like a wronged ghost returning from hell.
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