"Aren't those words a bit too discouraging to the younger generation and damaging to our pride?" the three-eyed elder said.
"Aren't you the one who said that the younger generation of your Three Saint Monster Clan might surpass you?" the voice in the hall replied.
"The talent of Three Saint Qiankun and Three Saint Autumn, this father-son pair, both exceeds what I had at their age."
"Had it not been for my desire to use the power of the sacred artifacts to elevate their bloodline power even further — and thus I have been suppressing their bloodlines all this time —"
"Three Saint Qiankun may not have been inferior to Chu Xuanyuan, and Three Saint Autumn may not have been inferior to Chu Feng," the three-eyed elder said.
"The formation is complete. Now there is no need for the sacred artifacts to help them," the voice in the hall said.
"Mm. That is why I have decided — today is the day. I will no longer suppress their bloodlines, and instead help them ascend to the next level."
Once those words were spoken, the three-eyed elder activated a technique. In the next moment, the Divine Mountain erupted with a majestic aura that coalesced into a formation, condensing within the Sacred Hall.
As the formation was completed, the gates of the Sacred Hall opened, and all the jars at its center shattered simultaneously.
Awooo— Immediately after, several terrifying roars echoed through the air.
The sensation was as though the gates of hell had opened and countless demons were about to step into the mortal realm to wreak havoc. But as the power of the formation enveloped them, those roars quickly turned into wails of agony.
In the end, all the power released from the jars converged together, shot out from the Divine Mountain, and entered the city of the Three Saint Monster Clan.
The crowd had not yet dispersed.
Suddenly, a terrifying mass of aura appeared in the sky above.
The aura was overwhelming, radiating an incomparable pressure.
It left every member of the Three Saint Monster Clan ashen-faced, as though they were witnessing the end of the world.
Soon, the mass of aura that shrouded the sky split into two. One surge hurtled toward Three Saint Qiankun, the other toward Three Saint Autumn.
Three Saint Qiankun and Three Saint Autumn were pinned flat to the ground by that overwhelming force, unable to move a muscle.
And as the aura surged into their bodies, they both let out miserable wails.
The members of the Three Saint Monster Clan wanted to intervene, but nothing they tried made the slightest difference.
All they could do was watch as their clan leader and his son were tormented by that terrifying aura.
It was only when the aura had completely merged into the father and son's bodies that everyone finally dared to approach.
"Clan Leader, how are you feeling?"
They all asked, their concern beyond words — many of them had already been frightened to tears.
But after rising to his feet, the Clan Leader of the Three Saint Monster Clan merely curled the corners of his lips: "How do I feel? I have never felt this good in my life."
"Same here," said Three Saint Autumn, also climbing to his feet.
Everyone was stunned at first.
Such a terrifying power had struck them — simply surviving should have been a miracle. How could they possibly say they felt fine?
Could their minds have been damaged?
But upon closer observation, they realized that not only were the two truly unharmed, but they were radiating an extraordinarily powerful aura.
It was not the strength of cultivation — it was bloodline power.
As members of the Three Saint Monster Clan, they could all sense it.
A terrifying aura powerful enough to crush one's soul emanated from the bodies of the clan leader and his son at the same time.
And they were actively suppressing it. Had they not been, one could not imagine how overwhelming it would be.
"Clan Leader, what on earth happened?" the Saint Elder asked.
"It was the sacred artifacts — the sacred artifacts inside the Sacred Hall," said the Clan Leader of the Three Saint Monster Clan.
When that power had entered their bodies, they had also received a piece of information, something they could clearly perceive.
The power that had flowed into them had come from those black jars in the Sacred Hall.
As for why this had happened, he could not say for certain.
But at this moment, he felt as though his bloodline had been awakened.
His bloodline had not been weak before, either, but compared to what it was now, it was as though the old version had been dormant — completely incomparable.
He was not the only one who felt this way. Three Saint Autumn shared the same experience.
"Could it be... this is the true inheritance of the Divine Mountain?" the Saint Elder asked, both shocked and elated.
They wanted to know the truth, but compared to the truth itself, they were far more delighted that the clan leader and his son had obtained this power.
"Father, I now believe in the Ancestor's Needle."
"I feel as though I can become a Saint."
Three Saint Autumn said to the Clan Leader of the Three Saint Monster Clan.