Chapter 1041: 763: Boundless Blood Sea Scripture
Above the sky, a golden land floats.
In a palace, a tall, handsome young man in a golden robe violently heaves his chest, anger surging in his eyes.
“Useless! A bunch of worthless things!”
He shouted angrily, sweeping a fierce wind through the hall, shattering the jade cups and treasures on the table to pieces, golden shards flying everywhere.
“Just a few destitute merfolk remnants, and yet you let them escape!”
His anger roiling, he felt more apprehension and surprise in his heart.
Who could have anticipated that a desperate blood sacrifice by defeated clansmen would, against all odds, forge a Sixth Level Bloodline Saint Child!
This development completely exceeded his expectations.
After venting for a while, the young man gradually suppressed the anger in his chest, calming his heart spirit.
He understood that this matter was no trivial affair; the birth of a Sixth Level Bloodline among the merfolk would bring endless troubles, and he must report to his father immediately.
…
A hundred feet up.
A golden palace entirely constructed from translucent golden exotic stone, with walls, tiles, columns, and steps all radiant and luminous, imbued with flowing light.
From a distance, it looked like a mountain towering in the sky, majestic and grand.
The young man in the golden robe knelt heavily, bowing:
“Child requests to see Father!”
In the next moment, the palace door opened slowly, revealing an endless golden corridor inside.
The young man hurried inside,
In that instant.
Numerous fragmented whispers and murmurs reached his ears!!
On the top of the palace, the surrounding walls, and the floor of the golden corridor, countless dense and eerie human faces emerged.
Thousands of faces, layered in various expressions, seized his heart spirit.
“Filthy stone!!”
This stone was born from the chaotic filth at the dawn of heaven and earth, inherently cursed with the most sinister and strange power.
As his gaze swept over the myriad eerie faces, a slight tremor stirred in his heart, bringing forth an instinctive reverence and fear.
He grew increasingly respectful of his father.
This filthy forbidden domain, yet Emperor Yu had stationed himself here for years, a will as firm as a deity’s.
At the end of the corridor, on the throne, a mighty figure quietly sat.
Wearing an emperor crown with feather patterns, holding a golden scepter, his face indifferent, eyes gently closed.
Sensing the discomfort of the young man, Emperor Yu waved his sleeve casually.
Buzz~~
In an instant, clarity enveloped the world.
All filthy whispers and divine soul oppression vanished from the hall, and the myriad eerie faces became silent and concealed.
The young man felt relieved at heart, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and reported the matter of the deep-sea pursuit in detail.
“Father, your child hunted the remnants of the merfolk…”
“The whole clan’s bloodline was offered as a sacrifice, forcibly purifying the bloodline of the last emperor’s descendant to a Sixth Level…”
His tone was heavy, full of apprehension.
But Emperor Yu, eyes always closed, remained indifferent, as if unconcerned about the matter.
He truly did not care!!
The pursuit of sea race remnants was the youth’s initiative; he needed to establish his own prestige among the clan.
Only upon hearing the words “Sixth Level Bloodline” did Emperor Yu slowly open his eyes.
Those eyes were deep as the universe, harboring the rotation of galaxies, with an indifferent utterance of two words:
“A pity.”
The youth was puzzled, filled with confusion:
“Why is it a pity?”
Emperor Yu’s gaze swept across below:
“A pity it’s not Seventh Level.”
“I wanted to witness the level belonging to divine spirits!!”
“Never thought the merfolk empire would exhaust its fate, rot to the core, and exhaust its final foundation to produce only a Sixth Level offspring.”
“If they escaped, let them escape.”
The young man grew anxious at heart, hurriedly kowtowed to advise:
“Father! Leaving the merfolk behind is bound to be a future problem; we should send people to pursue them, eliminate the roots, and prevent any future troubles!”
But Emperor Yu didn’t care:
“You don’t understand; at this realm, whether Sixth Level or Seventh Level, it does not concern me!”
“Cultivating bloodlines is ultimately restricted by bloodlines…”
“Only by transcending bloodlines can one go further!”
After speaking, he gazed into the vast sky, a trace of longing filled his eyes, staring through the clouds at the higher dimensions of the secret realms of the Great Dao.
…
Meanwhile, a secluded and isolated island.
The island is tranquil, with merfolk survivors heavily guarding all directions, establishing a simple yet stable temporary palace.
Inside the palace hall, Yimuer approached respectfully, holding a quaint storage jade box with both hands, bowing courteously.
“Your Highness, this is the empire’s legacy, all scripture scrolls, bloodline secret techniques…”
“The empire’s foundation, all handed over to Your Highness today.”
Chen Sheng nodded slightly, his divine thought unfurled quietly, encompassing the entire jade box, and countless ancient inheriting information surged into his sea of consciousness.
With his insight, these inherited secret techniques seemed naturally simple and crude, with shortfalls everywhere.
Yet, even so, this native heritage allowed him to thoroughly understand the nature of cultivation and the foundational systems of this world.
Perhaps the oppressive aura brought by the first generation merfolk ancestor was too strong.
Subsequent cultivation systems in this world focused exclusively on excavating the potential of their own bloodlines, lifelong trapped within them.
After all, this world originated from a drop of origin essence blood of the ancestral god in ancient times, with every race in the world having a trace of ancestral god bloodline.
The excavation of bloodlines varies, but the general cultivation realm is categorized into twelve levels.
Levels above nine are considered legendary, belonging to the forbidden realm of divine spirits, only reached by the ancestors of the merfolk.
Generally, reaching the Seventh Level means becoming among the strong of the current era! Eighth Level stands as top overlords! Ninth Level is the strongest!
The last emperor cultivated to the Ninth Level, reaching the peak, considered the ruler of a resurgence! But alas, he met Emperor Yu!!
Chen Sheng roughly compared:
“Reaching the Seventh Level is equivalent to entering the Nascent Soul stage! Eighth Level is mid-stage Nascent Soul, Ninth Level is late-stage Nascent Soul…”
“The subsequent levels, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve, correspond with the Divinity Transformation stage…”
Thinking of this, he gently shook his head.
“For now, it is futile; the bloodlines are dwindling!!”
“But the initial batch, despite having ancestral god bloodlines, inherently blessed, couldn’t even reach Void Refining…”
In his view, they were completely among those living mediocre lives.
With their bloodline potential, just a bit of effort should make Void Refining or (Martial Arts Longevity Realm) not an obstacle.
“So be it!”
Forsaking others’ dullness, Chen Sheng gathered his heart spirit; now reborn anew, he should consolidate his foundation and reclaim his cultivation as swiftly as possible.
“With bloodline support, it can serve as a perfect resource!”
He gently closed his eyes, his divine soul immersed in the origin of his bloodline.
Being once the Blood Daoist Monarch, the Blood Great Dao held no secrets for him, easily deduced and perfected.
…
Two days swiftly passed.
Chen Sheng opened his eyes and raised his hand, transmitting a cultivation technique into Yimuer’s sea of consciousness.
After cultivating, Yimuer’s eyes opened wide, pupils trembling, face joyous beyond compare, his body involuntarily shivered slightly.
“Your, Your Highness! This technique!!”
He possessed a Fourth Level Bloodline, with his life’s cultivation limit long locked, eternally stopped at Seventh Level, with no chance of breakthrough in this life.
But upon cultivating this new technique, he clearly sensed his solidified bloodline shifting, transforming, purifying, shackles breaking layer by layer, with a clear path ahead!
Chen Sheng appeared calm, gesturing casually:
“There’s no need for such astonishment.”
“Immediately select elites among the clan and pass down this basic technique for everyone to cultivate.”
“Yes!” Suppressing his inner joy, Yimuer bowed and took orders, swiftly arranging matters.
Another half-month quietly passed.
Chen Sheng, utilizing the cultivation data of the merfolk people, gathered numerous bloodline transformation paths, constantly deducing, refining, and perfecting the new technique.
A cultivation technique perfectly fitting his condition finally took shape.
Chen Sheng’s gaze brightened:
“From now on, this technique is named—Infinite Blood Sea Scripture.”