Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Bloodline Awakening

A wisp of mystery entered the bloodline, igniting it like dry kindling meeting fierce flames. Zhang Yang felt his bloodline boil as he recalled the moment he had grilled the Howling Celestial Dog, triggering a surge of intensity within him.

A strong, warm sensation radiated outward.

The bloodline truly boiled, expelling a great many impurities.

What astonished Zhang Yang was that these expelled impurities appeared transparent and clean—nothing like the filth he had imagined.

This proved that even in its former state, his bloodline had been of an exceptionally high level.

Now, as it boiled, it further refined the essence, and soon he experienced indescribable pain, as though his bloodline were a physical body writhing in agony. The sensation was so overwhelming he wanted to scratch himself, yet it was utterly futile.

He instinctively wanted to collapse to the ground, to rub himself against the mountaintop to resist the pain, but he found himself unable to move.

He longed to scream to vent the suffering, only to discover he couldn’t make a sound at all.

All he could do was passively endure.

“Gurgle, gurgle!”

It was the sound of boiling water, mirroring the state of his bloodline.

This was a refinement that transcended human limits.

Despite the torment, Zhang Yang had no choice but to endure—helpless to resist.

This inhuman pain lasted for half a day and night, only beginning to ease as dawn broke.

As the sun rose and the purple energy from the East reached its peak, his boiling bloodline grew ravenous, opening countless tiny mouths, his pores to absorb it.

Thus, the swirling purple energy from the entire Falling Star Mountain Range flowed like water toward the peak of Heavenly Reaching Mountain, forming a breathtaking spectacle.

Within the mountains, Lie Qingshan, Yaoruoxian, Demon Sword Yi, Tiger Howl Wind, and others all witnessed the phenomenon.

Originally, they had been far from the mountaintop, blocked by mysterious starlight. Even Lie Qingshan could not see through it. But now, as the purple energy enveloped the peak like a veil over the heavens, they could finally catch a glimpse.

Even Lie Qingshan discerned a hazy figure beneath the purple radiance, surrounded by swirling blood energy that took the shape of earth and mountains, ancient heavenly courts, starry skies, the vast universe, and the immense Great Path. Watching this, he felt an expansive joy blossom within him. Suddenly, insight stirred his saintly path; his holy voice echoed internally, and his sacred blood surged, as if resonating with a profound rhythm.

Yaoruoxian, too, sensed something. Holy light surged around her and compressed entirely into her eyes, transforming her gemstone-like gaze into holy vision. Through it, she glimpsed Zhang Yang’s heavenly secrets. The sight stirred her deeply. In terms of insight, she now embodied the wonders of the world—never inferior to anyone.

Observing led to understanding; understanding brought gain; gain invited reflection.

“You… are you to become a guiding light on my path, illuminating my way and walking alongside me?”

Yaoruoxian was lost in thought, then plunged into deep enlightenment.

The other extraordinary figures, Demon Sword Yi and Tiger Howl Wind, could only faintly sense and gain insight, less intensely than the others—yet they still reaped minor revelations. Seizing the opportunity, they tirelessly sought further understanding.

The rest could only protect the enlightened ones, vaguely sensing the aura without comprehending it.

It was as though Zhang Yang had triggered a collective elevation.

Without extraordinary talent, none could benefit.

They all felt it, Zhang Yang most of all.

It was as if he were drawing all the purple energy of the Falling Star Mountain Range into his body and bloodline. His boiling bloodline roared like a raging dragon, coursing through his meridians, spreading into his bones, muscles, skin, and fur, penetrating his organs and flesh, cleansing every inch.

In that moment, Zhang Yang felt a surge of vibrant life.

It was as if the awakening of his bloodline had extended his lifespan.

A wisp of mystery from the Stone Monkey surged through him, gathering the essence of his bloodline, the eastern purple energy, and the brilliance of the four lamps. All of this, along with his vigor and spirit, condensed into a seed, then sprouted taking root within him and growing rapidly.

The entire process felt like a rebirth. He had completely transformed into a new version of himself.

As a result, the enchanting blood energy that flowed from his bloodline permeated every part of his being, causing his physical condition to undergo a shocking transformation.

His body began to radiate a divine golden brilliance, shining from the inside out like flawless jade.

Yet deep within, he remained calm and grounded, immersed in the world of the Stone Monkey, as if transcending worldly barriers and awakening some extraordinary connection.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Was it from the Stone Monkey?

Was it from himself?

He did not know. He only felt an indescribable joy bubbling up from within, like a piece of wood struck by lightning, sprouting a tender green shoot. Though fragile, and perhaps easily shattered by the wind, it signified rebirth amid destruction.

At that moment, he resembled that tender shoot growing in a ruined world, a brand-new life, a symbol of hope.

He smiled.

Perhaps the Stone Monkey smiled.

Perhaps the world within his bloodline smiled.

It no longer mattered.

Time passed, and a layer of white mist enveloped him, extending in a ten-meter radius, completely obscuring him from view.

Only his breath could be heard, like thunder and fierce winds—stirring the mist into a wild swirl.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise echoed from the mountains.

It was Yaoruoxian.

She gazed at Zhang Yang as if struck by lightning, her entire radiance surging and boiling, her hair flying upward like a waterfall reaching for the sky.

Lie Qingshan, Demon Sword Yi, Tiger Howl Wind, and the others turned toward her, alarmed.

They could no longer gain insights from the mountaintop, but in that moment, watching Yaoruoxian gave them the illusion that she was contemplating the Great Path.

The Great Path?

Lie Qingshan stared up at the peak in shock. Was Zhang Yang undergoing something far beyond his comprehension?

At the same time, he couldn’t help but marvel that even as a great saint, he still fell short of Yaoruoxian—an extraordinary being in her own right.

At the mountaintop, the clouds steamed and the mists gathered beautifully.

Upon closer inspection, the writhing white mist perfectly mirrored the movements of the holy light surrounding Yaoruoxian.

In an instant, the white mist contracted rapidly, merging into Zhang Yang’s body, while Yaoruoxian’s holy light withdrew and returned to her form.

When they looked at Zhang Yang again, they found that after immense purification, he appeared incredibly clean and transparent.

His black hair shimmered.

Each of his eyelashes glinted with a faint brilliance.

His skin was as white as jade, exuding a mystical, radiant glow.

It was as though one could see the bones beneath his skin gleaming.

His veins and flesh appeared equally luminous.

Even his internal organs emitted a similar radiance.

From a distance, he resembled an ancient deity, emanating a sense of purity and completeness. Waves of holy intent flowed within him, tranquil yet powerful—as his light quietly transformed into holy light.

This was the result of the Bloodline Awakening: the achievement of the Holy Body!

Moreover, he knew that this was not the Holy Body of Qiu Yinong, Bing Yuyan, Jin Zhihong, or Yaoruoxian, and certainly not that of Lie Qingshan.

His was… the Divine Gold Holy Body.

Simply put, it was a Holy Body forged from divine gold.

With even a trace of divine gold, one could forge countless artifacts.

But he—he was as if entirely forged from divine gold.

This Holy Body feared no artifact, no matter how powerful.

This Holy Body crushed all other Holy Bodies.

And this Holy Body still held immense potential yet to be unlocked.

That was just the surface.

As the Divine Gold Holy Body took shape, a tremendous transformation occurred within him as well.

In deep contemplation, the mere thought of Slaughter Thunder Saint Power triggered a throbbing in his bloodline. The Divine Gold Holy Body roared in response. Unexpectedly, he grasped insights directly from his bloodline, almost instantly deriving a near-complete Great Perfection. When the deep understanding of Eternal Night reached its peak, the bright morning sky suddenly turned dark and cold.

Eternal Night would not permit the birth of Great Perfection.