The true altar of the Hydra Bloodline Warriors! One of the genuine killing implements that sent countless Demon Martialists of the Demon Race back to the embrace of the stars! An altar that birthed vast numbers of Hydra Bloodline Warriors! Destroying it would be tantamount to severing an arm of the Zhence Dynasty, annihilating one of its Ten Great Bloodline Warrior lineages!

At that time, the Chimera Bloodline Demon Martialists of the Demon Race, who had long been locked in a slight disadvantage against the Hydra, would be completely unleashed, potentially even deciding the final trajectory of the entire war.

“What? Little friend Yuan Xunyu, you hate Bloodline Warriors so much?” Pan Hongji chuckled genially. “Ordinary warriors and Bloodline Warriors are not enemies; we should be comrades. Without you ordinary warriors, the Zhence Dynasty could not withstand the Demon Race’s attacks either. We share a common enemy: the Demon Race. Of course, internal competition cannot be absent; that is the driving force that makes us both stronger, but there should only be a sliver of hostility, not hatred.” Lucifer Liushui shivered violently, hastily retracting his covetous gaze from the Hydra Bloodline Altar. Standing here was Pan Hongji, the top powerhouse of the Hydra Bloodline Warriors, known externally as the Serpent Emperor, his hands stained with the blood of countless Demon Race warriors. The slightest movement might provoke this Serpent Emperor to strike him down.

Qian Jin smiled; this Demon Race princess truly never forgot an opportunity to undermine the Zhence Dynasty. However, what Pan Hongji said wasn't entirely correct. Only a Bloodline Warrior patriarch like himself, standing at the absolute apex and seeing the whole picture, would consider ordinary warriors an indispensable fighting force.

In fact, whether in the Zhence Dynasty, the Demon Race, or the Barbarian Race, many warriors possessing bloodline power utterly looked down on ordinary warriors, even treating them as mere expendables in war. Even the War Academies subtly guided this mindset, making the High War Academies, alongside training commanders and warriors, crucial venues for Bloodline Warriors to select and recruit retainers.

In such an environment, although ordinary warriors and the Bloodline Warriors of their own nation would fight together, their hearts could never be entirely free of resentment toward the Bloodline Warriors.

It was precisely because of this situation that the Fentou Family was hailed as the War God Family among ordinary warriors, and why they repeatedly clashed with Bloodline Warriors in various settings.

This situation was not unique to the Zhence Dynasty; the Demon Race and the Barbarian Race faced the same phenomenon.

Bloodline Warriors possessed dignity and honor, and ordinary warriors equally dedicated their lives on the battlefield defending their nations, possessing honor and dignity just the same!

Therefore, a saying recognized by ordinary warriors but scoffed at by Bloodline Warriors has always circulated in the martial world: Before the great stars, all warriors are equal; none is inherently nobler.

“Patriarch…” Qian Jin shook his head. “What you say is correct, but regrettably, the vast majority of warriors who awaken their bloodline powers do not view things this way. They believe their origins are inherently superior…”

Pan Hongji sighed, tinged with an inexpressible sense of helplessness. Even among the patriarchs of the Bloodline Warriors, few could clearly see this reality; many had been educated from childhood that Bloodline Warriors were the most magnificent beings.

“If…” Pan Hongji walked at the forefront of the group toward the depths of the ruin. “If everyone in the Zhence Dynasty could awaken and understand this, then the Demon Race?” Pan Hongji flicked his fingers, and a speck of dust-like object condensed from Dou Qi flew from his fingertip. “They would be like this speck of dust—eliminated with a mere snap.”

Lucifer Liushui turned aside, stuck out her tongue, and made a face of disgusted retching. How could the might of the Demon Race be understood by this rabble of the Zhence Dynasty? The Demon Race had not launched a full-scale invasion all these years not because they lacked power—quite the opposite! They were accumulating the most colossal strength for a single strike!

When that time came, the iron-blooded torrent of the Demon Race would become a river bursting its banks, sweeping away the Zhence Dynasty and the Barbarian Race entirely, securing true peace! Allowing the glory of the Demon Race and the supreme Great Demon God to shine upon the entire earth.

Eliminated with a snap? Qian Jin chuckled. If the Zhence Dynasty were completely unified, and Bloodline Warriors ceased their discrimination against ordinary warriors, channeling all their strength together, while they might not achieve an instantaneous extermination of the Demon Race, they could certainly beat the Demon Race—which shared similar flaws with the Zhence Dynasty—into complete surrender!

Given the national strength accumulated by two successive generations of emperors, according to the historical trend, the new Emperor, or perhaps when this Emperor neared his twilight years, would certainly seek to etch a magnificent record in the history books, leveraging the power of possibly awakening the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warriors to launch the grandest war in history. Support the high-rise, click to subscribe and vote.

For warriors… Qian Jin silently clenched his fists. This would undoubtedly be the most brilliant and stirring era, likely to produce many famous generals whose names would appear frequently in future historical texts—a so-called classic era forged with the lives of countless people.

But for the common people? Qian Jin secretly shook his head. This would not be an era of prosperity for them. War served to elevate famous generals and wise rulers, but it was not an era for the common folk to enjoy stable and wealthy lives.

The group moved forward in quiet silence, each person harboring different thoughts, occasionally glancing at their surroundings.

Vastness, black stone—these were almost the entirety of this high-level ruin. Only the lingering atmosphere of a great battle permeated the air, as if it had drifted there for countless ages and would continue to do so forever.

“Patriarch…” Qian Jin could not suppress his doubt and asked softly. “This should be a high-level ruin, correct? I have read many memoirs and notes from powerful figures who mentioned ruins, but they never clearly explained which era these ruins belonged to? Why are these ruins almost entirely absent from historical records?”

“Ruins?” Pan Hongji turned back, smiling at Qian Jin, his eyes holding a look of recollection that seemed to transcend time. “The existence of ruins actually divides into many types. There are some ruins whose era I, too, cannot ascertain. Of course, there are ruins I recognize, such as this one.”

Qian Jin pricked up his ears, looking intently at Pan Hongji. Legends claimed ruins were always accompanied by infinite danger and infinite opportunity. Learning more about ruins might help him decipher the half-piece of the mysterious shield engraved with a map that he obtained from the ruins beyond the frontier.

“Actually, the formation of this ruin…” Pan Hongji’s face held a mysterious smile. “You possess an identical object. However, if you were to die now, you would leave nothing behind as a ruin.”

An identical object? Qian Jin frowned, thinking hard, then suddenly looked up in astonishment at Pan Hongji. “Could it be Dou…”

Pan Hongji smiled and nodded slightly. Finally, he managed to startle this young monstrous warrior, perhaps as a return courtesy for being repeatedly stunned by him.

“Doesn’t the Dou Realm naturally prevent living things from being contained?” Qian Jin asked Pan Hongji doubtfully. “And after death, the Dou Realm should…”

“Disappear, you mean?” Pan Hongji stepped into the rugged expanse of black stone ruins, clasping his hands behind his back as he gazed at the sky. “When your Dou Heart is no longer just a Dou Heart, and the Dou Realm is no longer just a Dou Realm, and the two separate existences forge an intimate connection, it will not only become more solid but can also possess astonishing abilities.”

“For example?”

Qian Jin looked at Pan Hongji excitedly. If living beings could reside in the Dou Realm, then…”For example, plants can be grown and cultivated,” Pan Hongji turned back and smiled. “But do not attempt to place a living person inside; they will still die instantly…”

“Then…” Qian Jin looked up at the vast Dou Realm surrounding them, his expression conveying a sense of ‘Why am I able to walk and exist in this Dou Realm again?’

“Because…” Pan Hongji’s expression showed a profound reverence and weight that was difficult to articulate. “This is a special Dou Realm forged by the lives of the strongest ancestors of the Hydra Bloodline Warriors! A special Dou Realm used to store the most vital possessions of the Pan family! Only after the Hydra Bloodline experts holding the Dou Realm burned their lives and died can living beings enter the Dou Realm.” Qian Jin stared dazedly at the reverent expression on Pan Hongji’s face and instantly grasped the immense price the Hydra Bloodline family paid to create this unique space! But… a hint of suspicion gradually surfaced on Qian Jin’s dazed face. The Pan Family Patriarch likely hadn't told the whole truth. This place held the aftermath aura of an ancient battlefield everywhere; a Dou Realm shouldn't possess such a condition. What exactly was Pan Hongji hiding?

Pan Hongji slowly walked forward. Qian Jin did not press further, and the team quickly resumed the silence they had kept moments before. Soon, they encountered a new circular metal platform, though it was far smaller than the previous Hydra Bloodline Awakening Altar.

Its diameter was at most a hundred meters, and its height did not reach the previous level of one and a half. Nine metal statues of the Hydra faced the center of the altar from different positions.

Intricate runic arrays connected with one another, creating a dazzling scene that made one dizzy just looking at it. They were all carved onto this peculiar, special altar pieced together from more than a dozen different types of metal.

Qian Jin slowly walked around the metal altar, rapidly studying the structure of its magical array. Under these circumstances, recording every link in the magical arrays and cramming all the patterns of the inscriptions into his mind was impossible.

Qian Jin’s initial tactic was to grasp the general conception that the ancestors had when constructing this second altar, then use those underlying principles to study the inscriptions himself.

Even just recording the connections between the magical arrays spawned by these inscriptions required Qian Jin to concentrate all his mental energy; his brain frequently throbbed with a dull ache. (To be continued, support the author, support genuine reading!)