"See you later, Brother Feng. I will go back to recover and stabilize my cultivation first." Sun Wuji said to his brother after walking out of Peacock Pavilion.
"I agree. Forcefully breaking through like that is not good for your future potential without stabilizing your foundation." Feng Luotian voiced his opinion.
Sun Wuji thought back to what they discussed earlier. He could not help but sigh: "I feel like I have to become stronger even more now that I know we are not that safe inside the city wall."
This was true to its sense. There was a saying that the world without war would weaken everyone in it due to a lack of struggle and motivation.
Now that danger was lurking within the city he loved, it naturally raised Sun Wuji's motivation to get stronger.
"Take it easy and do not worry about it too much. I don't think anything big will happen anytime soon. Too much eagerness can result backward." Feng Luotian reminded.
"Okay. But you, Brother Feng, don't ever give up on yourself!! Maybe the heavens have already set a path for you to take part in this world somehow." Sun Wuji consoled his brother, coupling with a light chuckle.
"I know. Maybe the next time you see me, you will have to call me "Boss" again." Feng Luotian teased.
Sun Wuji rolled his eyes at his brother: "You jester bastard!! See yah!! The moment I recover, I will go to your house and see how you're doing."
"See you, Wuji." Feng Luotian waved his hand.
The two bade goodbye and returned to their places.
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Feng Luotian went back home.
His house was beneath a thousand-year-old giant sequoia tree at the northern edge of the city.
The sequoia tree was almost a hundred meters tall. On its trunk, there were thousands of dented marks around the size of a fist with some bloodstain on it.
Ever since all of his sworn siblings awakened their bloodlines, it had been almost three years. This tree had been his sparring partner every day since then. That's why his hand was always covered in bandages.
Feng Luotian looked around the place. There were rarely any people, because connected to the northern part of the city, his neighbor was a white rock mountain called Winterrock Peak.
Winterrock Peak was not like Warland Thicket in the east, where various monsters were crawling in most of its area. The only danger it posed was from the mountain itself. Anyone who could not fly would be considered crazy or tired of living if they said they wanted to climb it.
As for why—the peak was steep and sharp.
One slip of step could result in falling and being stabbed to death by any sharp rock.
Not only was there a danger here, but it also had zero benefits in coming here.
No monster cores to hunt.
No herbs to pick.
No proper training ground for youngsters.
Nothing.
That was why people would scarcely be seen here.
But that was exactly the reason why Feng Luotian picked this place as his abode. With no one to bother him, he could live a peaceful and quiet life.
His home was an ordinary wooden house with normal settings of only tools to live a simple life. It completely looked like a commoner's house with a poor linage rather than the house of someone who was God's Son.
Peacock Lord had come to his house numerous times and always invited him to stay within Mei Clan. However, Feng Luotian only wanted to live like this, so he always rejected the lord's kind offers.
Feng Luotian entered the house.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
"When everything else is simple, what's left will always be special." Feng Luotian said with a smile.
Thinking back, it was the same when he left his home, Demon God Palace, to continue his cultivation elsewhere in the past.
After looking for a place to settle and spend the rest of his time with Mei Yue'er, instead of staying at Demon God Palace to have luxurious life along with thousands of servants, Feng Luotian chose a quiet planet to live his life with his partner.
To him, simplicity was the best.
Feng Luotian took a toolbox from a shelf in the living room, then entered another room where he would usually sit down and absorb monster cores, trying to make a desperate breakthrough. Although he never once succeeded, today would, of course, have a completely different result.
He sat down cross-legged at the center of the room, placing a toolbox in front of him: "Now let me begin and open the new chapter of the world savior. First, I have to lift off the seal Father planted."
The seal itself was not strong and could be broken by the slightest wisp of Theríon. However, it was minuscule and hidden deep within his soul core.
Therefore, even after numerous examinations from famous doctors in the city, no one could cure or even recognize his 'sickness.'
But even if some doctor's insight was great enough to locate the seal, it would still be a nigh-impossible task to break it without crippling Feng Luotian's future.
The seal was situated within his soul core, where Theríon was generated and stored. If a slight mistake was made and his soul core sustained a tiny bit of damage, that would really spell the end of his cultivation.
Right now, Feng Luotian could not activate or release any Theríon, so he could not use Theríon to undo the seal, making it even harder to break.
Nevertheless, he had another way to do it.
A couple of snapping sound was heard as Feng Luotian stretched his arms out with interweaving fingers. Next, he fetched thirteen acupuncture needles from the toolbox before closing his eyes to locate the seal.
After he identified the seal's location, his hand moved at a frightening speed and heaven-defying preciseness.
In one second, twelve acupuncture needles pierced around his solar plexus, which had the soul core behind it. And they were all one inch deep, not a micron more or less.
Feng Luotian retrieved and raised the final needle, then pierced it to the seal's position.
Crack. Peng.
The seal started to fracture and shattered before it gradually vanished.
Following that, Feng Luotian slowly removed the needles one by one. The process was so smooth and easily done as if he was doing his daily chores.
Subsequently, his Theríon began to flow out from his soul core and circulate throughout his body: "With the seal gone, awakening my bloodlines will be as simple as taking a stroll on a soft grass field. HAH!!"
BOOM!!
Feng Luotian gave a loud shout as he burst out his Theríon. Scarlet gaseous aura flame burst out from his body along with a little blue flame dancing from his eyes.
One shout, and he was able to break through and became a One Fang Fighter.
"It has been a long time since I had this feeling: Bloodline Awakening. It should be once-in-a-lifetime experience, yet I can feel it twice. What an amazing sensation." Feng Luotian murmured.
[Bloodline Awakening]: the state in which a cultivator was right after their bloodline were awakened. In this stage, the bloodline within their body would be in a pristine state before they were tempered and trained together with skills and techniques by each person.
It was impossible for anyone to perfectly train their bloodline and keep its purity of the Bloodline Awakening state as they became stronger in cultivations.
Feng Luotian continued his monologue: "Next is Bloodline Interfusion. After centuries of research and experimentation, there is no way I will fail. All the more when it comes to my own bloodlines."
He closed his eyes and channeled his Theríon. Scarlet gaseous aura flame steadily covered his entire body. The flame gave off a fierce pressure that could dominate all lifeforms and incinerate everything it touched.
In the next moment, Feng Luotian suddenly opened his blue eyes flashing with divine light, and the scarlet aura flame around his body immediately turned to glittering blue glimmer. The light had a soothing feeling, one that could be considered holy and divine that could heal both physically and mentally.
Feng Luotian had two bloodlines coexisting within his body.
One was from his father: Scarlet Demon God Phoenix bloodline.
And another was from his mother: Blue-eyed Heavenly Royal Swan bloodline.
Speaking of bloodlines, the story traced back to the oldest record right after the primordial war was over.
It was countless generations and eons ago.
Bloodlines birthed from twelve immortal divine beasts.
It was said that these immortal creatures once ruled over the universe for hundreds of billions of years. But until twelve million years ago, due to a specific circumstance in the primordial war, they all suddenly disappeared from the world.
What left was their energies: Theríon.
Theríon of twelve immortal divine beasts dispersed into quadrillion pieces of light particles and scattered across the universe.
The light particles drilled into all sorts of things.
Some embedded into unanimated objects or items.
Some implanted into living beings, such as animals or plants.
Some directly merged into mortals.
Mortals who could refine these Theríon within their own bodies would be able to start cultivating and utilizing their special abilities.
Once these Theríon were refined, they became the bloodlines of those who refined them.
Later, those with bloodlines started calling themselves "cultivators."
Twelve kinds of Theríon.
Thousands of sources and methods of refining.
By a quadrillion of beings across the universe.
That gave birth to innumerable variations of bloodlines.