The Primordial Bloodline Stone, under normal conditions, radiated a crushing pressure that was nearly unbearable for anyone.
If someone could trigger a phenomenon through their bloodline, the true power of that bloodline would manifest, and the oppressive force would grow even more formidable.
At that moment, Chu Feng stood atop the Primordial Bloodline Stone, activating two bloodlines simultaneously — the Martial Cultivation bloodline and the Sealing bloodline.
His bloodlines manifested, their energy soaring straight into the heavens, blanketing the skies across billions of miles.
It was not just the Seven Worlds Holy Land that could sense it.
It was not just the Seven Worlds Star River.
…
In a corner of the vast martial cultivation world, amidst the stars of a distant sky, a simple wooden boat drifted through the void.
Inside the boat, an elderly man had been cultivating, but suddenly his eyes snapped open, gazing in the direction of the Seven Worlds Holy Land.
At first his gaze was casual, but it quickly grew luminous, as though it could pierce through the Star River, traverse the sea of stars, and observe all things under heaven.
And when he looked, those eyes — which had witnessed countless ages — filled with extreme shock.
"What an incredibly powerful bloodline," the old man murmured.
A young man immediately pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. This young man was none other than Zhang Yingxiong.
"Master, what is it? What powerful bloodline?" Zhang Yingxiong blinked, brimming with curiosity.
"Someone extraordinary has emerged," the old man said.
"Who? Where?" Zhang Yingxiong asked.
"Come. Let us visit the Seven Worlds Star River."
With a mere thought, the old man sent the humble wooden boat transforming into a streak of brilliant light, hurtling toward the Seven Worlds Holy Land at an inconceivable speed.
Though it was nothing more than a crude wooden vessel, its speed far surpassed even that of teleportation formations.
…
Meanwhile, within the Nine Souls Star River.
A middle-aged man sat atop a cliff, using a shimmering golden cloth to polish what appeared to be an ordinary axe.
But suddenly, his expression shifted. He rose to his feet immediately and looked toward the Seven Worlds Star River.
His eyes gathered tremendous martial power, and simultaneously, a green aura blazed around him — an aura even more remarkable than the martial power itself.
When he looked, a flash of shock appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes as well, growing more astonished the longer he gazed.
Before long, a boy of about ten came running up to the cliff in excitement. "Master, Miaomiao has broken through again!"
"Mm." The middle-aged man acknowledged him, but his eyes remained fixed on the distant void.
"I never imagined that Miaomiao's fusion with the Soul Mist Flame would be so perfect. At this rate, the greatest genius of the vast martial cultivation world won't be the young heirs of those Star River overlords."
The boy grew more excited the more he thought about it, but he noticed that his Master showed no reaction at all. He looked up at the middle-aged man.
"Master, what are you looking at?"
Normally, with Xian Miaomiao breaking through at such a pace, his Master should have been delighted. Yet the old man was paying no attention whatsoever, and that made the boy sense something was off.
"The greatest genius in this vast martial cultivation world… I'm afraid it won't be Miaomiao," the middle-aged man said.
"Ah?"
"How can you be so certain, Master?" the boy asked.
"See for yourself." The middle-aged man pointed at the boy, and a strand of intertwined martial power and green aura flowed into the boy's eyes.
Then, with a flick of his finger, the boy's body involuntarily turned to look in the same direction his Master was gazing.
"……"
The moment he looked, the boy's jaw dropped in astonishment, so stunned that he couldn't even form words.
Only after the power in his eyes dissipated and he regained control of his body did he turn back to the middle-aged man.
"Master, those are terrifying heavenly bolts! Such terrifying power — what could have caused that?" the boy asked.
The middle-aged man said nothing.
But the boy seemed to realize something, and he couldn't help but exclaim:
"Could it be… a phenomenon triggered by someone's bloodline?"
The moment those words left his mouth, even his own hair stood on end.
If it truly was the doing of a single person, then no matter who that person was, they were an existence that no junior under heaven could hope to match.
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At the same time, in the Ancestral Martial Star River, the Totem Star River, the Immortal Sea Star River, the Firmament Star River, the Bloodline Star River, the Divine Body Star River…
Supreme powerhouses all turned their gazes toward the Seven Worlds Star River.
The Seven Worlds Holy Land was the place they were observing.
The phenomenon — they had all seen that sky-covering, earth-shrouding phenomenon.
And at the center of that phenomenon, it was far more than just a spectacle.
Two bloodlines raged through the void with an overwhelming, commanding presence, and before them, all things in the world were nothing but ants.
Every living being below was wracked with agony.
The devastating oppressive force bore down upon everyone except Chu Feng.
Even the Firmament Sect Master and the Seven Worlds Holy Land Master had their brows tightly furrowed.
The Saint-level elders were all gritting their teeth.