Chapter 201: Chapter 200: Tier 2 Luminous Blood, Cyan Simurgh Technique
[Human Race Bloodline]
[Tier Two Luminous Blood: 1/100]
As the Water of Origin from the Ancestral Ruins continuously flowed into Jiang Qiu’s body, the purity of his Luminous Blood finally broke through the limits of the first tier, successfully reaching the second!
The purity of Luminous Blood was tied to the bloodline of the Ancestors. The higher its purity, the more pristine the bloodline inherited from them.
Humans born with the Ancestors’ bloodline could increase the concentration of their Luminous Blood through training, but no one knew what would happen when it reached the second tier.
For everyone in the Northern Boundary, just slightly increasing the purity of their Luminous Blood to be closer to that of the Ancestors was a sign of great potential. They weren’t like the Chosen Ones, born with high innate potential; breaking through the shackles of the Luminous Blood was simply impossible for them.
Even the other Chosen Ones had failed to break through this barrier. Through round after round of refinement, they had raised the purity of their Luminous Blood to a level nearing their personal limits, only to feel a membrane obstructing their transformation.
Only Jiang Qiu had shattered the barrier to transformation for Tier One Luminous Blood. The sinews and bones in his body continuously condensed, and his heart pounded—THUMP THUMP THUMP—as if an ancient consciousness was awakening within him.
"Young one, once your bloodline purity crosses the threshold, you will awaken the true Dao Forging Jade Sinews."
An ancient aura enveloped Jiang Qiu. Within eyes brimming with pale light, the faint silhouette of a figure emerged, as if an old man in flowing yellow robes was hidden within a world of blinding white.
At that moment, Jiang Qiu’s body seemed to have left the North Sea Palace, to have departed the pool of the Water of Origin. His consciousness arrived in an independent space-time, where he saw an Ancestor from tens of thousands of years ago.
Looking up, he saw the Ancestor seemingly looking down at him. Though he couldn’t see the Ancestor’s face clearly, he could feel a sense of care, like that of an eagle watching over its fledgling.
Before he came, the Elder Witch Priest had told him that the Ancestors were the progenitors of all the humans in the Northern Boundary. They had sheltered the shattered Northern Boundary, sealing away its Spirit Charm and also severing the connection between the Northern Boundary and the Ancestral Realm.
The Ancestors possessed the monumental power to reshape heaven and earth. They loved all people equally, but the great war tens of thousands of years ago was too brutal. There were traitors among the human forebears. Even though several Demon Emperors were killed or grievously wounded, suffering through cycles of reincarnation, the fact remained that all the Human Race’s Ancestors perished.
The ancient era came to an end. The Northern Boundary was completely cut off from the Ancestral Realm, and the remnants of the Demon Race within it gradually rose to power, slowly suppressing the Human Race.
The Human Race’s hopes for survival rested in the hands of the Ancestors. They left special Ancient Rune Arrays for the four Main Vein Tribes, which could turn the tide in moments of crisis. They also established ruins that have not faded in tens of thousands of years, giving future generations of humans with the chance to break through their limits a path to rise, or at least a possibility for the Human Race to grow strong and prevent the Demon Race from becoming too dominant.
In Jiang Qiu’s eyes, these Human Ancestors were god-like beings to the North Snow Tribe and all the other tribes of the Northern Boundary, naturally possessing infinite power.
"The barren Northern Boundary can no longer contain My will. Thirty thousand years have passed, and the long-sealed Ancestral Realm has also been invaded by the Demon Race. The remnants of that era have reincarnated, or perhaps infiltrated from independent planes," the Ancestor’s silhouette glowed as brilliantly as Polaris. His tone was unhurried, yet every word struck like a thunderbolt. "The North Sea Palace can barely withstand the corrosion any longer. The remaining Spirit Charm and Origin here are but a drop in the ocean compared to what they were tens of thousands of years ago.
I will impart to you the complete, orthodox Cultivation Technique of the Human Race. With the remaining Spirit Charm and Origin in the North Sea Palace, you may be able to break through to the first Realm.
This is the Cultivation Technique of the Cyan Simurgh Palace, one of the three great Ancient Holy Lands of the Human Race—the Cyan Simurgh Technique."
The words had barely fallen before Jiang Qiu could even think. The Ancestor’s index finger lifted into the air, pointing directly at his glabella. As the light around the Ancestor’s silhouette flared, a cyan simurgh bird leaped from his fingertip and burrowed into Jiang Qiu’s forehead.
BZZZT—
[Cyan Simurgh Technique]
[Description: The Cultivation Technique of the Cyan Simurgh Palace, one of the three great Holy Lands of the Human Race in the ancient era. It records the magic technique of attaining the Dao through the path of a Soldier Cultivator. Learning this technique can lead to the Dao of eternal life.]
In the blink of an eye, the world in Jiang Qiu’s vision dimmed. He gasped for air, cool water vapor swirling around him. As his eyes focused, he found himself back in the main hall of the North Sea Palace.
And in the center of his vision, the ancient Square Stele stood tall. From top to bottom, thirty-six names were engraved in golden Ancient Inscriptions.
[[Hill] 9 Stripes]
[[Gold] 8 Stripes]
[[Cheng] 5 Stripes]
[[Fan] 4 Stripes]
[...]
[[Eight Stripes]]
One stripe represented one layer of Talent. The more one’s inheritance aligned with the Ancestors’, the more stripes they had, the greater the gift received from the North Sea Palace, and the more powerful the strength they awakened.
Squinting, he glanced over at Gold, who stood across from him, soaking wet. His eyes were wide as he stared blankly, the now-inert Water of Origin dripping—DRIP, DRIP—from his sleeves.
Jiang Qiu was surprised that Gold possessed an Eight-Stripe inheritance. After all, the legendary strongest Chosen One, Zhuang, had only achieved Seven Stripes.
’In other words, if I hadn’t gotten Nine Stripes, Gold would indeed have possessed the greatest potential in history, enough to lead the Human Race in a counterattack against the Demon Race.’
Back then, Zhuang had to cut down nine other Chosen Ones just to ascend Northern Boundary Mountain, and even he only had the potential of Seven Stripes. For Gold to have reached this stage now undoubtedly meant his potential was even greater.
If things went as expected, the power Gold had obtained in the North Sea Palace was surely substantial. Yet, he didn’t look satisfied. His perpetually cold and casual blue eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, stared over. "Nine Stripes?"
CRACKLE...
In the dilapidated main hall of the North Sea Palace, thin layers of ice crystals formed in the four corners, spreading outward in all directions like a miniature cold wave. The accompanying chill washed over the other tribal geniuses, who were still staring dumbfounded at the Square Stele.
Someone shivered, startled to find the air had grown twice as cold. A tribal genius who had luckily broken through to the Steel Bone Realm shrank to the side. Wall and Fan, who had solidly entered the Steel Bone Realm, exchanged a look before fixing their gazes on Gold. Auras rose from their bodies like a fierce gale, resisting the flow of the cold wave.
The Chosen Ones now possessed power far surpassing most Warriors of the Northern Boundary, and they cared little for the stances of their tribal factions.
Even if their sponsoring tribe had allied with the West Ice Tribe, as was the case with Fan’s East Shore Tribe, they were unwilling to stand by Gold at this moment.
Everyone could feel the killing intent radiating from Gold. He looked down on all the geniuses present with equal disdain. The crackling ice suddenly sealed the exit of the North Sea Palace’s main hall, frightening the geniuses from smaller tribes who were about to flee and stopping them in their tracks.
Jiang Qiu took a shallow breath and met Gold’s harsh gaze. A faint steam began to rise slowly from his body, colliding with the cold, white mist. This created an interface of water vapor with a powerful aesthetic impact, far stronger than the auras around Fan and Wall.
’My Northern Snow Lance is with Leader Hunt. I don’t have a weapon on me.’
However, after inheriting the Cyan Simurgh Technique, he was no longer an ordinary Steel Bone Realm cultivator.
[Steel Bone (Cold)]
[89.12/100]
[Awaiting Dao Forging]
