The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 803 - 355: Could it be, I really have a long-lost father?_2

Chapter 803: Chapter 355: Could it be, I really have a long-lost father?_2

Qi Yuan felt a pang of emotion.

In reality, he was the Divine Child who killed gods.

In the game, however, facing a god meant he had to kneel.

"Divine Children, put in more effort, let me quickly step into the realm of Sun God!"

Qi Yuan was full of anticipation.

In this game, Martial Arts had the essence blood of the Demon Clan, and the Immortal Path had Divine Children to level up on behalf, as long as the Divine Children were powerful, perhaps one could reach the realm of the Sun God by simply laying down.

After all, his Divine Child had a profound foundation.

The Mortal Heart Realm and the Canglan Realm were rather unique, unable to break through to the Sun God realm.

Yet, there were no such restrictions in the Primordial Origin Land.

At the same time, in the Primordial Origin Land.

Lightning bolts a hundred yards long slashed down inside the Tailei Tomb, shattering rocks and creating a constant crackling sound.

Within the Tailei Tomb, it was the place where the Tailei Martial Lord became lord, but also where he was buried.

Initially, when the great battle unfolded, countless Martial Lords perished, and the Tailei Martial Lord was among them.

At this moment, a group of uninvited guests arrived outside the Tailei Tomb.

The leader, thin as a reed, with a body like a bamboo pole, bore two large heads hanging above it—a male and a female head, both human heads.

"The Morning Chorus is getting closer, and with the Primordial Origin Land, strange occurrences are common. I hope the anomalies within the Tailei Tomb have nothing to do with the Mountain and Sea Scrolls," said the male voice hoarsely.

"I sense the presence of more and more old fellows. Surely the Tailei Martial Lord has not awoken too?" the female head atop the bamboo pole said in a piercing voice.

The past hundred years in the Primordial Origin Land had been anything but peaceful.

Many Martial Lords who had died in battle were appearing again.

This enlivened the once deathly still Primordial Origin Land considerably.

However, some Martial Lords were puzzled—those Martial Lords had died in battle, so how could they be resurrected and awaken?

"If he has awakened, it would be best to bring him into our Eastern Alliance!" spoke Fat Egg Martial Lord.

In the Primordial Origin Land, the largest force among the Martial Lords was none other than the Eastern Alliance.

The founder of the Eastern Alliance was the Dongjun of rumors.

That formidable being who had reached an ineffable realm.

One could say that Dongjun alone could obliterate all Martial Lords of the Primordial Origin Land.

"Eastern Alliance? Not interested," dismissed a voice from within the Tailei Tomb.

An old man, covered in lightning, appeared within the Tailei Tomb. The lightning flickered, concealing his figure.

"Tailei Martial Lord, you are indeed alive!" exclaimed the piercing voice with a hint of delight.

But the hoarse voice was filled with caution, "You have actually broken through and become a Great Martial Lord!"

Martial Lords from the first to the third rank were known as Minor Martial Lords.

Those from the fourth to the seventh rank were called Great Martial Lords.

A seventh rank was also known as a Titled Martial Lord.

This was similar to the realm of the Yin God.

Before his downfall, the Tailei Martial Lord was a Martial Lord at the third rank, a Minor Martial Lord. Now, he had become a fourth rank Great Martial Lord, which was nothing short of shocking.

"I gained some insights amidst life and death and luckily made a breakthrough," said the Tailei Martial Lord, his voice filled with uncertainty, as if he had been through a great deal.

"With less than three thousand years left until the Morning Chorus, I hope Tailei Martial Lord will consider the bigger picture and join our Eastern Alliance!" invited the bamboo pole man.

The addition of a Great Martial Lord would be a considerable combat force within the Eastern Alliance.

Each Great Martial Lord contributing their own essence blood to the Mountain and Sea Scrolls could speed up its operation.

According to Dongjun, as long as the world is successfully rebooted before the Morning Chorus, the Primordial Origin Land would be filled with vitality.

"My own essence blood is insufficient, so I will not join the Eastern Alliance," Tailei Martial Lord concluded before his form dissipated, not even saying goodbye.

The Eastern Alliance Martial Lords present exchanged glances but said nothing further.

The bamboo pole man’s expression shifted, and then he remarked, "What a pity. This world is full of selfish people, enjoying the fruits of our labor."

To maintain and accelerate the operation of the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, the Martial Lords of the Eastern Alliance would periodically inject their essence blood into it.

"After the Morning Chorus is over, we’ll settle accounts with these people," the piercing female voice said with murderous intent, "Now is not the time for battle."

Currently, the most important thing was to deal with the Morning Chorus.

At that moment, Fat Egg Martial Lord looked up and asked, "Dual Aspect Martial Lord, how is the progress of the Mountain and Sea Scrolls now?"

The rest of the Martial Lords turned their gaze towards the Dual Aspect Martial Lord.

This Martial Lord, offspring of a Titled Martial Lord, knew more about the progression of the Mountain and Sea Scrolls than they did.

"Forty percent are engaged, forty percent are strategizing, and twenty percent have failed."

Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"As long as we successfully strategize another twenty percent before the Morning Chorus, we can survive!"

"Indeed, three thousand years, twenty percent, no problem!"

The bamboo pole man turned to Fat Egg Martial Lord, "You’ve worked hard these hundred years, injecting essence blood into the Mountain and Sea Scrolls."

Upon hearing this, Fat Egg Martial Lord’s face turned bitter, "I’m too weak now, completely drained, not a drop left."

Fat Egg Martial Lord was initially a Titled Martial Lord.

But in the great battle, he had been gravely injured, his strength reduced to only that of a second rank Martial Lord.

Injecting essence blood into the Mountain and Sea Scrolls periodically without a drop in power was already fortunate enough.

Seeing this, a hint of smugness appeared in the bamboo pole man’s heart.

Before the great catastrophe, Fat Egg Martial Lord was a figure he could only look up to, but now, he was just a subordinate, following his orders.

"Since that’s the case..." the bamboo pole man was about to speak when suddenly, he widened his eyes in shock, staring at Fat Egg Martial Lord, "What’s happening to you?"

The other Martial Lords also turned their gaze towards Fat Egg Martial Lord, equally stunned.

They saw Fat Egg Martial Lord’s body, round like an egg, turn bright red, with the vascular system of blood vessels vividly visible.

The blood glowed as it spread.

Golden blood swirled around like flying dragons.

The aura emanating from Fat Egg Martial Lord soared at that moment.

"Bloodline Transition!"

"This is a Bloodline Transition!"

"How could Fat Egg Martial Lord undergo a Bloodline Transition!"

Such a scene was all too familiar to those Martial Lords.

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