687: If You Defeat Me, I’ll Tell You About the Three-in-One The Nine Yang Clan carried the corpse of Nine Yang Fengcai back to their encampment, and for a time, the Nine Yang camp was filled with an ineffable sense of solemnity, though not despair. That profound quietude was like the peculiar atmosphere hanging over the Human-Demon Battlefield when the two armies faced each other—gloomy and laden with the scent of imminent slaughter.

The death of Nine Yang Fengcai, regardless of whether it was connected to Qi Jiuyang, had cost the Nine Yang family considerable face. “Next match: Fen Tu Kuangge of the Fen Tu aristocratic family versus Silu Ba of the Savage Bull bloodline warriors.” The audience, their spirits rekindled, once again fixed their hopeful gaze upon the dueling stage.

They were surprised that the fighter who had just displayed the ‘One Body, Two Saints’ technique was up next! The Fen Tu family, which had long shouldered the standard for ordinary warriors for countless years, had always been the favorite among the general spectators.

Fen Tu Kuangge stood quietly in the center of the stage, waiting patiently for Silu Ba of the Savage Bull bloodline. Time flowed swiftly, yet Silu Ba never actually stepped onto the platform.

Five minutes passed, and Silu Ba still hadn't appeared. The two hundred thousand spectators instantly understood what Silu Ba was attempting.

Forfeit! That was it!

Silu Ba had forfeited! Fighting Fen Tu Kuangge?

What a joke! In the crowd, Silu Ba secretly watched Fen Tu Kuangge on the stage, inwardly lamenting his own misfortune.

I’m a warrior with a Golden Fighting Heart, pitted against One Body, Two Saints? Is he seriously just an ordinary warrior?

He could snuff me out with a sneeze! Forfeiture was not unheard of in the Rookie King Tournament, but it usually occurred mid-stage, when some fighters, exhausted from the previous day's brutal battles, were unable to recover.

For someone whose body was clearly at peak condition to forfeit in the very first match was exceedingly rare. Furthermore, for a bloodline warrior to actively avoid a match against an ordinary warrior?

Such a thing had never occurred in the history of the Rookie King Tournament. The two hundred thousand people in the arena could only offer wry smiles, or perhaps just more wry smiles.

The strange events encountered during this single day’s viewing surpassed those of several previous Rookie King Tournaments combined. Evening descended on the first day of the Rookie King Tournament.

The various arenas across the city had long since dispersed, but the public's enthusiasm had not waned. Taverns and street stalls became the most crowded gathering places.

People exchanged insights from the day’s viewing, the majority of the discussion revolving around Qi Jin’s performance. Those who had been unable to secure entry to the main venue expressed deep regret at missing such a grand spectacle.

Subsequently, conversations turned to the battles they had witnessed. As the discussions deepened, people suddenly realized that this year was not solely about Qi Jin’s unparalleled strength.

Many young powerhouses, viewing the matches in their local venues, had already been privy to the full extent of Qi Jin’s might. Perhaps as a response to Qi Jin, the young elites in the regional venues unleashed their full power without reservation, eschewing their usual reticence, directly countering Qi Jin, who sat enthroned, awaiting challenges from across the land.

“Did you hear? Besides Qi Jin and Fen Tu Kuangge, there are two other remarkable ordinary warriors—both are Saint-level powerhouses!” “I heard that too!

A young man, no older than twenty-six or twenty-seven, with a huge character for ‘Mountain’ on his chest and ‘River’ on his back.” “I heard of him! His name is Shan Chuan.

They say when he fights, the very essence of mountains and rivers seems to flow through his palms—incredibly potent! With just one blow, he defeated a Pseudo-Dragon bloodline warrior!

And that warrior was a member of Isael’s personal guard!” “I heard that too! Isael’s personal guards, while not Saint-level, are renowned for being invincible below Saint-level, capable of fighting even Saint-level experts.” “See?

That young man Shan Chuan is formidable!” “Shan Chuan is formidable? I think the one named Wuming is far more impressive.

I heard that although he’s an ordinary warrior, he struck out with the Kun Dou Technique of the Qi Family—the Spirit King bloodline’s technique! Just one palm strike severely injured and defeated a Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior named Pan Mengcheng.” “Pan Mengcheng?

The Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior hailed as the number one expert below Saint-level right now? Defeated in a single palm strike?

Is that Wuming really that powerful? And he can use the Kun Dou Technique?” “Yes!

It’s very strange! We’ve inquired, and he is definitely not a member of the Qi Family, nor does he possess the strength of the Spirit King bloodline, yet he can deploy the Kun Dou Technique—and with just one strike…” “Could it be?

Has the era of the ordinary warrior truly arrived?” “It’s too early to say. Don’t forget the three ultimate bloodline warrior families still hold one trump card that has never failed: the awakening of the Ultimate Bloodline Power.” “Right.

The awakening of the Ultimate Bloodline Power, rumored to produce beings called demigods!” The drinkers fell into a hush as they spoke of the Ultimate Bloodline Power awakening. That was a level beyond mere description as ‘powerful.’ “Speaking of which!

I also heard that the Slumbering Lion King has made a declaration: he is advancing toward the awakening of his Ultimate Bloodline Power.” “The Slumbering Lion King? Tian Lian Lingguan’s younger brother?

Rumored to be the truest genius of the Gryphon King bloodline family? We used to hear about the Thunder Lion King, but rarely about him.

Since Qi Jin killed Tian Lian Lingguan, this is the first time we’ve heard anything from the Slumbering Lion King.” “I heard the Slumbering Lion King and Qi Jin used to be on good terms. I wonder what it would be like if the two met on the stage?” The drinkers fell silent again.

The name Qi Jin was now known by every toddler who could speak. His exploits in the outer territories alongside the Slumbering Lion King were no secret.

In the silence, sighs occasionally escaped. This was the way of warriors!

Sometimes, people could be the best of friends, yet due to external factors, they inevitably became adversaries, locked in a struggle to the death. After the sighs subsided, people enthusiastically returned to discussing the first day of the Rookie King Tournament, marveling at the sheer explosion of talent from the major families this year—Pseudo-Dragon bloodline, War God bloodline, Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline… These three bloodline warrior groups not only boasted incredibly strong top-tier experts but also displayed astonishing overall strength.

Aside from the eliminated Pan Mengcheng, all other Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warriors, regardless of their opponent, had dispatched them with a single opening blow. A contingent of young Pseudo-Dragon and War God bloodline warriors had achieved similar results.

A group of warriors who had not yet reached Saint-level delivered the most captivating performances, even eclipsing some of the Saint-level experts. No one doubted these youngsters would eventually reach Saint-level; rather, people speculated on the heights their power would reach once they broke through.

In the taverns nearest the Warrior’s Guild, more patrons directed curious gazes toward the General Guild Hall, wondering what the situation inside the headquarters must be like. “What exactly happened?” Duan Fengbuer looked questioningly at Pan Mengcheng, who was lying down with at least twelve broken bones, yet stoically refrained from crying out in pain.

“Kun Dou Technique? Are you sure?

An ordinary warrior? Saint-level?

The Kun Dou Technique? And it left you in this state?” “Yes!

I am certain.” Pan Mengcheng lay on the couch, his arm bones, leg bones, and several ribs fractured—fortunately, not pulverized. He was now recovering due to Qi Jin’s medicine.

However, since true recovery is best achieved without anesthetics, Qi Jin’s elixir, while effective, contained no numbing agents, thus offering no relief from the agony. The rapid pace of healing paradoxically brought forth more intense pain.

Duan Fengbuer glanced at Mie Fangyuan. According to Qi Jin, there was only one type of Dou Qi capable of forcefully mimicking the various bloodline Dou Techniques: the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi!

Even the other type, the Mountain and River Dou Qi, could not manage it! Now, the successor of the Mountain and River Dou Qi had appeared, calling himself Shan Chuan and entering the Rookie King Tournament.

He had broken sixteen bones in Isael’s subordinate with a single punch, which somewhat balanced Duan Fengbuer’s feelings. At least Pan Mengcheng had fewer broken bones than the Pseudo-Dragon bloodline warrior.

Isael, with a grim expression, frantically flipped through the tournament bracket, trying to figure out how she could possibly face the successor of the Mountain and River Dou Qi. She soon discovered, with dismay, that she would have to defeat every opponent in her half of the bracket to face Shan Chuan’s successor.

And in that half of the bracket... if Isael managed to reach the finals, her opponent’s name would be Qi Jin!

Seeing that name, Isael felt nothing but frustration, depression, and a profound sense of terrible luck. As a warrior, one must possess an invincible confidence!

Isael was confident that even facing a stronger foe like Qian Zhanxuan, or the current Great Demon King on the Human-Demon Battlefield, she would feel no fear. Yet, when facing Qi Jin, she genuinely experienced a psychological shadow.

Setting aside the fact that her strength was inferior to Qi Jin’s, Isael doubted that even if they were equal in power, she could win. She questioned whether she could even muster 70% of her true strength against him.

Seventy percent... Isael could only offer a bitter smile.

Against anyone else, hitting ten-tenths of her fighting power could push her into an exceptional burst of 120% output. But against Qi Jin, managing 70% would be lucky.

Mie Fangyuan looked back at Duan Fengbuer with an equally baffled expression. There should only be two practitioners of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi among the Human, Demon, and Savage clans: himself and Qi Jin.

Qi Jin clearly would not teach others the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi, and even if he had time, they wouldn't have had time to grow strong enough to reach the Saint level! Was there another Dou Qi capable of deploying the Kun Dou Technique?

Mie Fangyuan looked at Qi Jin, noting that Qi Jin’s brow was also furrowed with confusion. As a former warrior of the Qi Family and a practitioner of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi, he knew better than anyone how incredibly difficult the Kun Dou Technique was to master.

Without the combined forces of Wind and Cloud Dou Qi and the Spirit King bloodline, it was impossible to use. “Let’s go watch the next match on the stage,” Mie Fangyuan said calmly.

“Qi Jin, you need to finish quickly. Once you’re done, we’ll rush over; maybe we’ll make it in time.” Qi Jin nodded.

More than the successor of the Mountain and River Dou Qi, he was eager to see this mysterious young warrior who had suddenly appeared, rumored to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. A warrior of twenty-three or twenty-four with such terrifying power—how could he have no reputation in the Zhence Dynasty?

Especially since he was claiming to be an ordinary warrior while using a bloodline warrior’s Dou Technique. “I wonder what Qian Zhanxuan’s reaction will be?” Mute Zhence propped his chin, pondering.

“What do you think Qian Zhanxuan will do?” “He’ll come looking for him directly!” Mie Fangyuan replied flatly. “If Qi Jin weren't so powerful and didn’t have his own influence, Qian Zhanxuan might even come after Qi Jin.

After all, the ability of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi to mimic bloodline warrior techniques is terrifying.” Pan Hongji nodded frequently in agreement beside him, then let out a helpless laugh. This special capability of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi was truly vexing!

Just a few days ago, he had taught Qi Jin the ultimate technique of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family, the Serpent Emperor Seal. If Qi Jin had fully mastered it, Qian Zhanxuan would be even more distressed today.

Boom! A roar of collapsing and exploding buildings suddenly echoed through the Divine Capital.

Qi Jin leaped out of his room, sensing the epicenter of the Dou Qi burst. He looked up at the sky, where two massive Dou Souls manifested, amidst clouds of blinding dust.

Qian Zhanxuan’s Spirit King Dou Soul! Qi Jin’s eyebrows twitched.

He had just fought that Dou Soul today; he could never forget it! As for the other one… Qi Jin exchanged a bewildered glance with Mie Fangyuan, seeing the shock reflected in the other man’s pupils.

Wind and Cloud Dou Qi! Indeed!

The Dou Soul entirely enveloped by thick columns of electricity was unmistakably formed from Wind and Cloud Dou Qi. Although this person’s Dou Soul was strange—possessing three heads and six arms—it was extraordinarily powerful!

True Saint level! A practitioner of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi!

Twenty-three or twenty-four years old, possessing True Saint-level strength! Qi Jin stared at the powerful Dou Soul, stunned, nearly blurting out, How is this possible!

A power equal to Qi Jin’s own strength! Duan Fengbuer and Pan Hongji exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The Zhence Dynasty already had a monstrous anomaly in Qi Jin; why was another one suddenly appearing? And this anomaly was also practicing the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi!

“Impossible…” Mie Fangyuan stared confusedly at the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi-formed Dou Soul in the sky. “I haven't taken any other disciples.

My master, and his master before him, all said that there is only ever one successor to the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi per generation... How can this person possess it?” Mute Zhence’s eyes spun rapidly, formulating various theories.

“Perhaps he learned an incomplete version of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi…” Mute Zhence didn't finish his sentence before noticing the denial in the pupils of Qi Jin and Mie Fangyuan. This was clearly a complete set of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi; only someone who had practiced it would know the true extent of its power.

Boom! Another powerful magic blast erupted in the sky above the Divine Capital.

Qian Zhanxuan unleashed his Thousand Laws Return to One again—a destructive-level magic, imbued with a strange spatial distortion—but the young man caught it. He didn't use the brute-force method Qi Jin employed.

The young man simply raised his hand, a faint wisp of magical energy wrapping around his fingertips. This minuscule magical force struck directly at the core weakness of the Thousand Laws Return to One.

With just one strike! A very faint strike, yet it easily neutralized Qian Zhanxuan’s killing blow.

This method of combat was something even Qi Jin couldn't manage! Qi Jin frowned slightly.

This strange strike didn't mean the young man was stronger than him, but it indicated astonishing depth of combat experience. Could there be another magic helmet?

Qi Jin quickly dismissed this guess. Uncle Enrack had once said that the Endless World was unique; once he entered it, no one else could enter while he was alive.

“Qian Zhanxuan, go back! I am not here for you, nor do I need to explain to you how I know the Kun Dou Technique.

If you wish to test my Qiankun Limitless Seal, feel free to make your move anytime. I also wish to spar with one of the current strongest figures.” Qiankun Limitless Seal?

Qi Jin had to reassess the young man in the sky. This person hadn't shown his full strength against Pan Mengcheng today, only deploying the Kun Dou Technique?

Did he truly know the Qiankun Limitless Seal? Otherwise, how could he utter such a challenge in front of so many witnesses?

“Qiankun Limitless Seal?” Qian Zhanxuan’s overbearing face showed increased confusion. “What you are using should be the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi.

State your name…” “Name?” A faint sorrow flickered in the young man’s eyes, a profound sense of loss, as if the deepest grief had melted into that single trace of melancholy. “Wuming.” “Wuming… Wuming…” Qian Zhanxuan repeated the name, yet he couldn't find a single shred of information about this Wuming in his memory.

A warrior this powerful ought to have a brilliant, moving past, with many feats sung about by bards, much like Qi Jin and Duan Fengbuer, forming their own legends. But this Wuming seemed to have leaped straight out of the embrace of the stars; there was absolutely no prior record of him!

And the name itself, Wuming! No name?

This was clearly a false name, so what was his true name? Wuming’s eyes swept past Qian Zhanxuan, landing on Qi Jin.

He slowly raised his right hand and suddenly compressed the air around his fist: “You are Qi Jin, right? I heard you dragged a chair out, declaring yourself the Rookie King?

Until you defeat me, you are not qualified!” Qi Jin watched Wuming with curiosity. “Where did you learn your Wind and Cloud Dou Qi?” “Want to know?” Wuming sharply tilted his chin upward.

“Defeat me, and I’ll tell you!” Qi Jin frowned slightly, looking at Wuming in the sky. This man was clearly targeting him; even if he hadn't brought the Rookie King chair today, he would have sought Qi Jin out eventually.

Qian Zhanxuan stared at Wuming for a moment, then turned and flew away, leaving behind a pile of broken roof tiles below. “This Rookie King Tournament…” Duan Fengbuer rested his chin in his hand, looking up at Wuming in the sky.

“It’s getting more interesting. Far more interesting than we imagined at the start.” Wuming hovered in the air, observing Qi Jin for a moment, then turned and also flew away, vanishing from sight.

Mie Fangyuan looked stunned, desperately racking his brain, trying to reconcile the existence of someone else practicing the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi with the established lore. “I’m going into seclusion to meditate; you guys carry on,” Qi Jin instructed, turning and walking back to his room.

He directly hung a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign outside the door and retrieved the hat leading to the Endless World from his Dou Realm. This peaceful village lacked the bustle and restlessness of the Divine Capital.

Every time Qi Jin entered, his mind felt an ineffable sense of calm and tranquility. The door to Uncle Enrack’s Dou Qi room was not shut tight as usual; the two wooden doors were swung wide open.

Uncle Enrack sat quietly in the center of the hall, his blade-like eyes holding a faint appreciation. His sharp gaze instantly made Qi Jin feel as though he had no secrets that could be hidden from this knife-like man.

“Kid, your strength has surged!” Enrack nodded repeatedly with satisfaction. “At your age, I was only about ten or eight times stronger than you.

Not bad! Very good!” Ten or eight times?

Qi Jin sighed. Was this true, or was Enrack jesting?

Perhaps it was true? The ultimate awakening of the ultimate bloodline warriors usually occurred around this age, and the Uncle certainly didn't seem weaker than an ultimate bloodline warrior.

“You can do it too, actually,” Enrack said, rising by pushing off his knees. “Once you reach your current realm, you generally either stagnate for life or experience another explosive surge, improving ceaselessly… pushing toward the God Realm…” “Forget it, forget it!” Oulala flung open a window, poking his head out, shouting loudly.

“Kid, I’ve researched another mysterious elixir that can help you become a god. Remember to come over for a drink later…” “Even the tastiest mysterious elixir requires the cooperation of inscriptions,” Aknasr opened the door panel and looked at Qi Jin.

“Before you go to Oulala’s, come here and get something from me first.” “Kid, if you don't want to die, make sure to grab an antidote from me before heading to Oulala’s,” Adams emerged from the room carrying a jar of pungent elixir, saying, “Don’t actually get poisoned to death this time. Because… if you die this time, you really die.” Adams shrugged and did not continue, turning back into his room.

Qi Jin looked curiously at Enrack, waiting for the Uncle to elaborate on what he meant by ‘if you die this time, you really die.’ “Kid, do you think this place is a game?” Enrack asked Qi Jin with a faint smile.

Qian Jin kept shaking his head. When he first entered this place, he had no idea what a Doujie was. Later, he gradually began to understand what a virtual game was, but then felt that wasn't quite right either. Everything here carried a strange flavor; it didn't resemble a game at all. It was too similar to reality, far too similar!

"That's it! The reason we initially told you this was a game was precisely to let you relax your mind and not carry too much pressure." Enrack spread his arms, gesturing to the surroundings: "As you see, this is a Doujie!"

A Doujie! A chill ran down Qian Jin's scalp. He had speculated before that this was a very special Doujie, but... the moment he thought of that colossal Mount Xi and the endless hordes of demonic beasts... the speculation was quickly dismissed.

The Pan family's secret Doujie was already astonishingly vast, yet compared to the Endless World, the Pan family's Doujie wouldn't even qualify as a village.

Simply because this place was too large, so vast it felt like an endless continent, making it hard to believe this was truly a Doujie space.

Whose Doujie space was this? The Star God’s? Qian Jin truly found it hard to believe. Even the space belonging to an ultimate bloodline warrior might not be this enormous, surely?

"This is not one person's Doujie, but the Doujies of several people linked together."

Enrack saw straight through Qian Jin's thoughts: "This is the linked confluence of everyone's Doujie here..."

Doujie linked? Qian Jin was stunned yet again. From the moment he learned about Doujie, he knew that a Doujie was an extremely, extremely private existence; it was almost impossible for others to open one, let alone link different Doujies together.

"Of course, this requires insane imagination, and it requires insane execution capability. It is something only madmen could achieve." Enrack’s gaze swept towards the residences of Oulala and Aknash: "Coincidentally, we have madmen here, and not just ordinary madmen. They possess the strongest imagination and execution ability."

Qian Jin had to admit Enrack was right. Oulala and Aknash were geniuses among geniuses. Of course! In the eyes of ordinary people, geniuses were often completely synonymous with madmen.

"Previously, your spirit was not truly connected to this Endless World." Enrack looked directly into Qian Jin's eyes: "So, your death back then was not a true death. Now that you have returned today, your power perfectly resonates with the fluctuations of the Endless World. If you die again now, it will be real death."

Qian Jin shivered. So, being weaker in the Endless World offered such a benefit? Now that he had ascended to the True Saint realm, he no longer enjoyed such leeway.

"Actually... to put it mildly, you weren't the most suitable person to enter the Endless World." Enrack gestured for Qian Jin to sit down. "You must have noticed by now that no one would be bored enough to create such a space just waiting for someone to enter it."

Qian Jin sat down on the floor, nodding in response to Enrack. Among the powerful beings in this world, surely none would be so idle as to create such a space just for amusement.

There must be a purpose! Besides love, humans always act with intent when doing anything in this world.

"Actually, the creation of this space is quite a cliché story." Enrack let out a helpless, wry smile. "It was originally just a fortress for war. Later, due to various circumstances, problems arose with this battle fortress. We people ended up trapped inside it..."

Trapped? Qian Jin was truly startled this time. The power of Uncle Enrack was beyond description. Even in his True Saint state, he felt utterly incapable of defeating the elder, and the stronger he became, the more keenly he felt Uncle Enrack's overwhelmingly invincible strength.

If, if Enrack could leave the Endless World and enter any faction among the Humans, Demons, or Barbarians, he would undoubtedly sweep through everything.

"Since being trapped, we have been contemplating how to get out. After long periods of research, we discovered we cannot leave." Enrack looked around the environment with a bitter smile. "This place, at some point, ceased to belong under the Stars. Or, to put it in Hongyun’s words, this is another plane entirely. We are no longer constrained by the Laws of the Stars. We are the creators of this small world; we are the gods here."

Enrack pointed at his own body: "Here, we do not fall ill, nor do we age to death. We are no different from the deities spoken of in legends."

"Can't leave, is that all..." Enrack stretched lazily. "If it were only that, it wouldn't matter. But... we do not wish to die."

Die? Qian Jin didn't quite understand. Existing like gods in this place, what did death have to do with them by even half a copper coin?

"Besides not wanting to die, we are even more unwilling to accept our fate." Enrack looked at Qian Jin. "So, we used every conceivable method to turn the Doujie, which no one should have seen, into the hat you wear, and placed it upon your head."

"Unwilling to accept?"

"Exactly! Unwilling to accept! Why should we be locked up here? Why? We were the victors, understand? Since we are confined, there’s no reason for the defeated party to live happily ever after, right?"

"The defeated party? Living happily?" Qian Jin suddenly shivered. "You... you mean the Undead!"

The Undead! Looking at how both Oulala and Aknash acted whenever the Undead were mentioned—always evasive and laced with dissatisfaction, even hatred.

"That's right! The Undead," Enrack smiled at Qian Jin. "Of course, you need to understand one thing. Placing the Endless World upon your head wasn't about making you some kind of savior. Initially, we merely intended to use your hand to strike down the defeated faction."

"The Undead? Didn't they lose the war?"

"Yes, the Undead were defeated... but it feels like we never truly won either." Enrack lay down flat on the floor. "Do you know the origin of the Undead?"

"Not entirely clear." Qian Jin hid nothing. Though he had guessed the origin of the Undead many times, he never dared voice his complete knowledge.

"Then let me tell you about it." Enrack rested his hands behind his head as a pillow, gazing at the sky. "Every living being, when looking up at the stars, wishes they were not crawling on the ground looking up at them. Every living being hopes to stand high above the stars, looking down upon the earth, becoming a god-like entity."

Qian Jin offered no objection. Such a thought occasionally crossed his mind too. If one could stand above the stars, what kind of feeling would that be?

"Gods! Every living being desires to become like a god! For this purpose, all sorts of beings constantly strive, using various methods to achieve a god-like state. Magic, or Dou Qi, are merely means by which living beings train themselves, improving to become gods. It was only later... that they were all utilized in warfare, playing a crucial role."

Qian Jin listened quietly to this history long vanished from books.

"Inscriptions and mysterious potions were also means for beings to become divine. Of course!" Enrack glanced at Qian Jin. "Beings utilized every possible method to gain immense power. There was a powerful mysterious potion master and an Inscription Divine Craftsman..."

Enrack’s gaze inadvertently swept towards Oulala's room and Aknash's room nearby, saying, "They devised a new method: killing the strongest demonic beasts, extracting all their essence bloodline power, and transplanting it into other living beings, thereby gaining even greater strength..."

Bloodline Warriors! Cold air rose across Qian Jin's skin, raising goosebumps. The origin of the Bloodline Warriors, long lost to the river of history, was finally revealed! It turned out... their creators were right here in the Endless World!

"To complete this idea, they sought out the strongest warriors and mages of that era." Enrack’s eyes drifted towards Uncle Black's blacksmith shop. "They also found the true leader and deputy leader of all the powerhouses back then."

"Those demonic beasts were also exceptionally powerful..." Enrack's eyes seemed to sink into deep memory for a moment. "The battles were unimaginably harsh. The six strongest entities engaged in countless battles before they could finally slay them and seize all their essence."

The Six Ultimate Bloodline Warriors!

Qian Jin’s body trembled with renewed excitement.

"But after obtaining all the bloodlines..." Enrack gave a wry smile. "Those two madwomen discovered their calculations were flawed. This method could create many powerful warriors, but it couldn't create divine beings."

"However, many people died during that war." Enrack shrugged. "The warriors who participated always expected to receive compensation. Thus, the power of the bloodlines was distributed as compensation according to the losses sustained by the various families... The descendants of the six most heavily afflicted families received the best compensation."

"We thought the matter was settled then... Who would have thought... the matter had only just begun." Enrack sighed. "The Deputy Leader’s younger brother died in the final battle... At that time, so many people had died that no one noticed anything amiss over the death of one person like him."

The Deputy Leader's brother? Qian Jin sat up straight. Could this be the true ancestor of the Undead?

"The Deputy Leader was heartbroken and vehemently refused to bury his brother. Instead, he found Hongyun and used the strongest Frost Infinite to freeze his brother forever in ice." Enrack said flatly. "People at the time didn't notice anything wrong with that either."

"Later on, the Deputy Leader, Alex, vanished. No one knew where he went." Enrack's voice filled with deep sorrow. "If anyone back then had noticed Alex’s abnormal mental state, perhaps..."

Enrack let out another wry chuckle. "But whose family member hadn't died in battle back then? No one had the time to concern themselves with others. Alex disappeared—that young man, Uncle Black's most favored disciple, hailed as the greatest genius, who had mastered numerous mysterious potions, inscriptions, and magic—the ultimate genius vanished."

"The concept of bloodline power gave Alex too much inspiration. His brother's death plunged him into grief and despair, leading him to try and resurrect his brother!"

"Resurrection..." Enrack’s voice was filled with a sense of powerlessness. "That is something rumored only the Star God could achieve. How could a mortal possibly resurrect another being who has died?"

:Zha Zha Feng Yun didn't even crack the top 70 rankings for the first half of this month. Hmph! It's not that Zha Zha Feng Yun is lacking, but rather that Gao Lou’s updates were lacking. With the story picking up pace and the explosion of updates, we shot up from a very distant position all the way to seventeenth place in one go! I am astonished, and very happy; this is almost a journey of miracles. I wonder, can we continue to create new miracles, just as Qian Jin repeatedly has? To say something that many would consider wishful thinking: if we truly manage to pull off a miracle and break into the top ten, we'll unleash a ten-chapter update frenzy as well. Miracles, can they happen? I await. RO