Bloodline Reforging.
An Yi had heard of this concept before.
Bloodline power gradually diluted with each generation of offspring.
However, the power of a bloodline never truly disappeared.
When continually breaking through one's own racial rank, it was possible to use other methods to stimulate the bloodline and complete a reforging.
But doing so was defying the heavens!
Life was bound by fate. For demonic beasts, their bloodline almost determined the ceiling of their strength.
This was the heavenly law of demonic beasts.
"Zi Yun, think this through carefully. If it truly breaks through to rank seven, it won't be easy to deal with," An Yi said helplessly.
Back then, Nie Xuan had been a rank seven beast, and dealing with him had nearly crippled An Yi.
Of course, he was far stronger now than he'd been on Blue Star. It wouldn't take nearly as much effort, but he'd still need to activate his Berserk state to win.
Zi Yun looked at the white python and said seriously, "You promise you won't hurt anyone!"
The white python seemed to understand Zi Yun's words and nodded eagerly.
"It promised," Zi Yun said, looking at An Yi with pleading eyes.
An Yi: "..."
What else could he do?
"Snake becomes python in a thousand years; python becomes boa in a thousand more; boa becomes flood dragon in yet another thousand. This white boa has survived for over three thousand years, all just to wait for the moment it can transform into a flood dragon," Zi Yun said, her beautiful eyes fixed on the massive serpentine body, her gaze dimming with sorrow.
It was the lifelong aspiration of a demonic beast.
An Yi said flatly, "Now that I've wounded it like this, looks like that transformation won't happen."
"We'll see what fate has in store for it," Zi Yun said with a wistful expression, reaching out to gently stroke the white python's enormous head.
The white python — or perhaps, it was more accurate to call it a white boa now — looked at An Yi with lingering fear in its eyes.
"I'm not going to kill you. Just focus on your evolution," An Yi said grudgingly.
Only then did the white boa relax, though one eye still watched An Yi warily.
Because, somehow, it felt like this kid wasn't the type to keep his word.
A glow of white light appeared.
With its breakthrough imminent, it couldn't afford to overthink.
It resolutely abandoned its advance to rank seven and instead attempted bloodline reforging.
Its massive serpentine body became covered in layer after layer of ice crystals.
The entire white python now resembled an ice sculpture, refracting sunlight and radiating a biting chill.
The temperature plummeted, and frost began to form across the grass.
Watching Zi Yun hug her shoulders and shiver, An Yi enthusiastically unbuttoned his coat: "My arms are nice and warm..."
"Thanks, but no thanks!" Zi Yun's face darkened, a stiff smile tugging at her lips.
Gazing at the white boa now completely frozen in ice, worry flickered across Zi Yun's stunning face.
Bloodline reforging — calling it "nine deaths and one chance of survival" was an understatement.
Throughout history, countless demonic beasts had chosen this path. Fewer than one in a hundred survived!
"Why bother? Knowing death awaits, and still attempting it? Wouldn't it be just fine to obediently become a rank seven beast?" An Yi draped his coat over Zi Yun's shoulders as he walked over slowly, looking at the now-frozen white boa with a faint sigh.
Bloodline reforging was always gambling with one's life. And now the white boa was attempting it with a critically wounded body.
That was practically no different from walking straight into death!
An Yi looked into the white boa's eyes and understood — this great white serpent had already decided to embrace death!
Refusing to be bound by its bloodline, it was willing to fight to the bitter end, staking everything on a single thread of hope!
The thick layer of ice crystals, reinforced by the condensation of ice spiritual energy, grew even thicker.
For miles around, the scene became one of ice and snow.
A landscape carved from white jade, a vast expanse of blinding whiteness.
The white boa's body was completely encased in ice.
At the same time, its life force began to slowly weaken.
Zi Yun's eyes turned red, and her jade-like hands clenched tight around An Yi's arm as she let out soft sobs.
She understood that the white boa was likely beyond saving — it might not survive the reforging.
"Ah, whatever. Consider this a good deed," An Yi said slowly, drawing the Dragon Fang Demon Sword and slicing his own wrist open.
Thick crimson blood dripped down in steady drops, landing on the ice layer over the white boa's head.
Zi Yun was startled: "An Yi, what are you doing?"
She was utterly baffled by his actions.
An Yi didn't explain.
At that moment, his bright red blood touched the ice covering the white boa.
In an instant, the blood seeped straight through the outer layer of ice.
A powerful surge of spiritual energy swirled into the air.
Inside, the white boa seemed to sense something and immediately began absorbing the spiritual energy from the blood.
Its weakening life force slowly began to recover, growing stronger.
"This..." Zi Yun stared at An Yi in astonishment.
An Yi's expression remained calm. He gave a light smile: "Don't tell anyone. I trust you."
"I won't," Zi Yun said softly, shaking her head and suppressing her curiosity with a gentle smile.
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword transformed back into a black ring and returned to his finger.
An Yi watched the white boa encased in ice: "I've given you your chance. What happens next is up to you."
When he was younger, he'd known his blood had peculiar properties.
Later, during the ordeal at Hong Tian, once he understood he possessed the Chaos Divine Body, things became a little clearer.
The Chaos Divine Body wasn't just an unbreakable immortal form.
Being able to house multiple spiritual vein talents was also thanks to the Chaos Body.
Beyond that, there were likely other great secrets yet to be uncovered.
"Teacher An Yi! Teacher Zi Yun!"
In the distance, Ye Tian, Zhang Qi, Yan Kui, and the rest of the special training class approached.
"This white serpent..." Ye Tian gazed up at the ice-encased serpent, a look of amazement on his face.
An Yi spoke slowly: "This serpent is undergoing bloodline reforging. Just watch quietly."
The students all seemed captivated by the sight.
No one made a sound to disturb it. They simply stood in quiet reverence, waiting.
Bloodline reforging!
This was a spectacle they might never witness in their entire lives.
Crack!
Gradually, a faint sound emerged.
"Whoa! The ice is cracking!" Yan Kui exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the ice shell.
"Shh!"
Beside him, Zhang Qi and Houzi quickly clamped their hands over his mouth, signaling him to keep quiet.
An Yi sensed the shift in spiritual energy and frowned: "Everyone, spread out!"
The special training students also sensed the danger and scrambled backward, retreating to a safe distance.
The ice spiritual energy grew heavier and heavier.
The bone-piercing cold made everyone present shiver.
Xu Qianqian quietly sidled up next to An Yi: "An Yi, I'm cold."
An Yi said offhandedly: "I'm cold too."
Looking at the coat An Yi had draped over Zi Yun's shoulders, Xu Qianqian pouted her small lips.
Following the faint sound, cracks began spreading across the frozen shell.
More and more cracks appeared.
CRACK!
Finally, the ice shattered completely! Massive chunks of ice tumbled down like falling boulders.
The enormous body of the white boa appeared once more before everyone's eyes.
But now, the white boa's body seemed utterly lifeless. Its pupils held a dim, muted light, drained of everything.
"D-Did it die?" Liu Yu asked in disbelief.
Everyone else wore blank expressions too.
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
That couldn't be right!
CRACK!
Everyone jumped in fright — the white boa's abdomen had split open!
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
