Mo Tianxiao did not know how to evaluate this innocent little girl, Huang Xiaoyao.
After resting for a day, Mo Tianxiao and Huang Xiaoyao were brought alone by Feng Chenfeng to the ancestral land of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan.
Though called the ancestral land, it was actually located inside one of the roots of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree.
Arriving directly beneath the lake and winding through underground caves, they finally reached the ancestral land of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix, which was sealed by a layer of golden barrier.
Feng Chenfeng cast the secret technique of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan, unlocking the layers of barriers. Soon, a thick wooden door appeared, covered with small, winding grooves connected together to form mysterious patterns.
After opening the barrier, Feng Chenfeng looked at Mo Tianxiao. "Young friend Mo, just do your best regarding Xiaoyao's matter. Do not force yourself."
"Rest assured, Senior, I will definitely do everything in my power."
"By the way, Senior, please take care of that friend of mine. If she wants to leave, I must ask you to find a reason to keep her here."
Mo Tianxiao had not forgotten about Yun Sangyi. As an assassin from the Blood God Palace, she had actually managed to hold back from attacking him throughout this journey. Her patience was abundant, which was perfect for stalling her and delaying the Blood God Palace's actions.
An enemy in the open is much easier to deal with than one in the dark.
Feng Chenfeng scrutinized Mo Tianxiao with a half-smile, teasing, "Young friend Mo, you must not play favorites in the future."
"...Senior must be joking."
Mo Tianxiao felt that Feng Chenfeng had misunderstood something.
"Do not worry, Young friend Mo. Until you come out, she will stay with the monster race."
Having said that, Feng Chenfeng turned to look at Huang Xiaoyao, his expression serious. "Xiaoyao, what happens next will depend on your own fortune. I will await your good news."
With those words, Feng Chenfeng vanished from the spot, no longer disturbing the two.
Huang Xiaoyao looked at the massive wooden door before her and took a deep breath. She then raised her small hand and pressed it against the groove in the exact center of the door, channeling her spiritual energy into it.
The wooden door remained silent for a moment before slowly beginning to vibrate. The spot where Huang Xiaoyao's palm pressed lit up with a golden-red glow, gradually spreading to the surrounding grooves until it illuminated all the patterns on the door, forming an incredibly domineering image of a soaring phoenix.
After a violent tremor, a crack appeared in the wooden door as it opened to both sides. An ancient aura rushed forth, making Mo Tianxiao feel a wave of pressure.
"Brother Tianxiao, come with me."
Having done all this, Huang Xiaoyao took Mo Tianxiao's hand and led him toward the ancestral land of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix.
As soon as the two stepped into the ancestral land, the massive wooden door behind them closed with a loud rumble.
"Gulp."
Swallowing hard, Mo Tianxiao felt inexplicably nervous. The surroundings were pitch dark, illuminated only by the faint specks of fluorescence naturally emitted by the roots of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree.
Fortunately, they were both cultivators, so they were not completely unable to see their surroundings.
Huang Xiaoyao led Mo Tianxiao past massive stone statues of giant birds.
Mo Tianxiao silently observed these strangely shaped stone statues, feeling as if something was watching him, as though these stones could come to life at any moment.
"Xiaoyao, what is the deal with these statues? Why do I feel such a creepy vibe?"
Mo Tianxiao asked Huang Xiaoyao, a hint of fear on his face. As a human entering the ancestral land of the monster race, would there be any problems?
And that bizarre requirement for awakening the bloodline also seemed rather strange.
Huang Xiaoyao was very familiar with this place; because of her bloodline, she had been here many times.
"Do not be afraid, Brother Tianxiao. These were all left behind by the ancestors of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix. Ancestors of different bloodlines would leave a sliver of their power inside them after ascending."
"Each stone statue represents a different bloodline."
"The ones in front belong to the relatively ordinary divine phoenix beast clans."
"All members of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan come here at birth to awaken their bloodlines. Like my brother, Feng Jiu, he awakened seventy percent of the Blazing Phoenix bloodline, which is considered one of the powerful bloodlines within the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan."
Hearing Huang Xiaoyao's explanation, Mo Tianxiao felt somewhat shocked.
Were all these stone statues ascended experts that had once appeared in the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan??
Did that not mean the original owners of these stone statues were at least Great Emperor realm experts!
Looking at this cave full of stone statues, there were at least thirty of them. Did that mean the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan had produced over thirty Great Emperor experts? Or perhaps even far more...
"Xiaoyao, what does seventy percent bloodline mean?"
Mo Tianxiao recalled Feng Jiu's icy face. The other party was already a Saint King expert, yet he had only awakened seventy percent of his bloodline.
Huang Xiaoyao patiently explained, "Seventy percent bloodline represents the concentration of the bloodline Feng Jiu awakened. If he could awaken one hundred percent of the Blazing Phoenix bloodline, it would mean his talent is on par with, or even higher than, the ancestor who left their power in the stone statue back then."
"No matter what type of bloodline is awakened, as long as it reaches one hundred percent awakening, it means that as long as they do not die prematurely, their achievements will at least reach the level of the statue's original owner."
Unknowingly, Huang Xiaoyao had already led Mo Tianxiao to the last few statues.
"Most members of the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan can only awaken ordinary phoenix bloodlines, sometimes only one to thirty percent. A small portion can awaken thirty to sixty percent."
"Only a very few can be like Feng Jiu, awakening a special phoenix bloodline with a concentration reaching seventy percent or above."
Speaking of this, Huang Xiaoyao's tone shifted, "But Feng Jiu is still too useless. The bloodline Father awakened is the top-tier Undying Nether Phoenix at one hundred percent concentration. As Father's son, Feng Jiu is actually this trashy. If I awaken my bloodline, I will definitely be stronger than him."
"Senior Feng is that incredible?"
Mo Tianxiao's expression showed some surprise. A one hundred percent Undying Nether Phoenix bloodline? Did that not make him an actual Undying Nether Phoenix?
No wonder Feng Chenfeng looked so young yet had already reached the Quasi-Emperor realm.
If he really ruined Huang Xiaoyao, would he not end up with an Emperor-realm great monster for a father-in-law in the future?
"Hmph, otherwise how do you think Father became the patriarch of the monster race? Do not worry, Brother Tianxiao, I will definitely be as amazing as Father."
Huang Xiaoyao was very confident in herself.
What she had within her was the Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix bloodline. Once awakened, she would be on the same level as her father; the only thing to worry about was the bloodline concentration.
Soon, Huang Xiaoyao arrived in front of a stone statue of a phoenix with its head raised and wings spread. Although it was just a stone statue, from its demeanor and the arrogance radiating from its gaze, Mo Tianxiao felt that this Heavenly Monster Phoenix ancestor seemed like someone not to be trifled with.
"This is the only Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix that has ever appeared in the Heavenly Monster Phoenix clan."
Huang Xiaoyao stepped forward, first bowing to the stone statue. She then raised her slender, pale little hand, circulated her internal spiritual energy, and forced out a drop of fresh blood, letting it fall onto the statue.
"Boom!"
Instantly, the stone statue seemed to come alive, erupting with a terrifying aura. The entire grand hall began to tremble as the statue shone with divine light, as if that Heavenly Monster Phoenix ancestor from back then had descended in person.
Outside the Xuanhuang Realm, at the end of the endless universe, a terrifying entity that had lived for countless years slowly opened its eyes. Stars flickered and died, the Great Dao shattered, and the aura surrounding it was profoundly mysterious.
"Little girl, you are here again. I hope you will not deceive your ancestor this time..."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”