Chapter 165
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Chapter 165: The Mystery Within the Bloodline
Danger!
Escape!
Zhang Yang’s instincts screamed at him.
Even the War of the Saints had failed to breach the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, yet the lightning tribulation had torn it open with ease.
The sheer terror of its power was beyond imagination.
Even if the ruins had absorbed ninety-nine percent of its strength, the remaining one percent was still far beyond what he could withstand.
Survival was his only goal.
And so, he acted.
In a desperate attempt, Zhang Yang hurled out every treasure at his disposal, each one an immeasurable divine artifact.
Channeling his Nine Extremes True Essence, he activated them simultaneously, sending them soaring into the sky to intercept the descending black lightning.
At this moment, the true value of his vast Nine Extremes True Essence was revealed.
Through a stroke of fate, his power had tripled, granting him the ability to unleash these divine treasures without restraint.
A large purple seal shot skyward.
A gourd spewing crimson light followed.
A massive green cauldron surged upward, its radiance eclipsing the darkness.
One after another, divine treasures filled the sky, forming a blazing barrier against the approaching lightning.
These were treasures he had obtained from the Mo family’s legacy, the Liu family’s base in Mo City, and his exploits in Ghost City.
Although most of the treasures from Mo City had been taken back to the Vast Forest by Xue Feishuang and Yuluan, he still had plenty left.
He cared little for the losses.
Even the treasures he had brought from the Vast Forest—he threw them all away.
In a single breath, he sacrificed over sixty immeasurable divine treasures.
But even these legendary artifacts, second only to holy weapons, proved utterly useless.
The weakened black lightning tore through them without effort.
The treasures exploded one after another, scattering like fireworks in the night sky, beautiful, yet terrifying.
And still, the black lightning descended.
Zhang Yang gritted his teeth.
He would not surrender.
As long as he was alive, he would fight.
And so, he made his final choice.
In his left hand, he clutched the Thousand Wolves Pillar.
In his right, he held a jade bottle—containing seven-colored soil, gourd vine, and seven precious gourds.
Each of these was destined to mature into a holy treasure.
Even the Saint Vine was among them.
But there was no room for hesitation.
This was his last gamble.
After all, the seven-colored soil had once unleashed a powerful Holy Intention, manifesting into deadly blades of wind and fire.
Perhaps—just perhaps, this could be his salvation.
He stared into the lightning, and what he saw shook him to his core.
Within the hundred-meter black lightning, vague ancient images flickered.
Though indistinct, they carried an inexplicable sense of mystery.
And then, a sensation surged through his bloodline.
A true and overwhelming surge.
Never before had he felt such intensity.
Even past injuries, even past crises, paled in comparison.
This time, it was different.
This time, something was awakening.
It was as if the desolate universe had suddenly transformed into boiling water.
From the surging bloodline, a distant, ancient, and exceedingly faint will emerged, radiating a terrifying might—one that seemed capable of crushing the heavens and earth.
The overwhelming sense of disdain—not just for the world, but even for the past and future—was so intense that it filled Zhang Yang with an almost godlike superiority.
As this terrifying might erupted, the ground around him remained eerily undisturbed.
However, the destructive power descending from above suddenly trembled.
The lightning within a ten-meter radius above Zhang Yang scattered in all directions.
In other words, the force meant to strike Zhang Yang directly had been diverted, causing the surrounding lightning storm to intensify instead.
Luan You’er, her Blazing Divine Eagle, and the nine royal guards desperately unleashed every treasure at their disposal, holding nothing back.
But it was all in vain.
In an instant, they were obliterated, leaving behind not even a trace of their existence.
This undoubtedly weakened the lightning tribulation’s strength.
Yet Zhang Yang felt no joy in their misfortune.
Though the lightning had been weakened by the mysterious might within his bloodline, it still descended upon him.
His expression turned grave as he made his decision.
He stowed away the jade bottle, choosing to retain the seven-colored soil, the gourd vine, and the seven precious gourds.
Then, he brandished the Thousand Wolves Pillar and unleashed the Eleven Divine Powers.
For the first time, he even merged his Soul Binding Power into the attack.
Boom!
The remaining fragment of black lightning was obliterated.
Yet the force sent Zhang Yang flying.
He let out a cry of pain as the Thousand Wolves Pillar slipped from his grasp and was flung far into the distance.
This time, he felt no humiliation—only a seething killing intent.
Ignoring his injuries, he leaped to his feet and gazed skyward.
The light barrier of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins had shattered.
And the second lightning tribulation was already descending.
This time, it carried its full annihilating power.
Zhang Yang stared at the approaching storm, his burning killing intent driving him to the brink of madness.
He felt an uncontrollable urge to charge forward.
With a furious roar, his boiling bloodline surged, roaring like thunder, howling like a hurricane, and crashing like a raging torrent.
Streams of blood energy poured from every pore of his body.
Yet the wind did not disperse it.
Instead, the blood energy seemed to have a will of its own, surging into the earth below.
The ground trembled.
Fiery patterns began to emerge.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang’s heart shook violently, and he regained a moment of clarity.
A question formed in his mind.
"I always suspected that my bloodline allowed me to enter the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins early."
"That suspicion has a basis—my bloodline guided me through the path of the dead saint and into the seven-colored soil."
"Now, as my blood energy seeps into the earth, igniting these fiery patterns—"
"I remember! These were the very patterns that transformed into fiery chains, binding the holy corpse and saving it from the Ghostly Divine Platform."
"That means my bloodline has a unique connection to the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins."
"If that’s the case—then fully activating my bloodline is the key!"
With no hesitation, he sat down, suppressing his raging killing intent, and fully activated his Nine Extremes True Essence.
He actively stimulated his already surging bloodline.
The reaction was immediate.
His bloodline surged even more violently, sending even greater waves of blood energy into the earth.
The fiery patterns expanded, spreading far beyond his line of sight.
And then—he noticed something astounding.
The shattered light barrier of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins began to reveal fiery patterns of its own.
These patterns aligned perfectly with those on the ground, intertwining and spreading like wildfire.
Slowly, the barrier began to mend itself.
But the second lightning tribulation was too terrifying.
These minor repairs were far from enough.
Boom!
The black lightning struck again.
The fragile repairs were instantly shattered.
The terrifying force descended even faster, shaking the earth for a hundred thousand miles.
Yet something else was happening.
More fiery patterns emerged from the ground, responding to Zhang Yang’s awakened bloodline.
At that moment, he felt it—
His bloodline surged like a furious, roaring sea.
And then—
He saw something.
Blurred images flickered before his eyes.
They were indistinct, yet he could sense their immense significance.
A world of ruins.
A cluster of broken palaces.
Fallen suns.
Shattered stars and moons.
The moment these visions appeared, the might of his bloodline erupted to its peak.
The blood energy, now infused with an invisible force, surged deep into the earth.
And then—
The ground roared.
All the fiery patterns suddenly transformed into fiery chains.
They lifted straight into the sky, like flames rising from the depths of the earth.
The chains were countless—so densely packed that they stood only a meter or two apart, covering the entire land as far as Zhang Yang could see.
And then—
The dark lightning finally descended.
It came down like an explosion, its terrifying might threatening to consume everything.
