The Bloodline Sanctuary trembled endlessly.
Countless streams of ancient bloodline essence descended from the heavens like multicolored rivers.
The entire secret realm seemed alive.
Ancient mountains glowed.
Primeval forests swayed despite the absence of wind.
Even the stars hanging above the sanctuary radiated strange brilliance.
At the center of the realm, Situ, Goro, and the Nine-Colored Deer stood beneath the colossal monument while endless bloodline energy poured toward them.
The ancient figure's final words still echoed within their minds.
**Become stronger.**
The opportunity before them was beyond imagination.
This was not a simple inheritance.
It was the accumulated essence of countless extinct races preserved throughout endless ages.
Every drop contained fragments of bloodline origins.
Every strand carried memories of species that had once ruled the heavens.
The ancient figure slowly raised a hand.
The bloodline rivers immediately changed direction.
