The Divine Race—an ancient and supremely powerful race, divine blood flowing within their veins, revered throughout the world, said to be unrivaled across heaven and earth, standing atop the ninth heaven, looking down upon all living beings!
Since ancient times, legends about them had been too numerous, circulating throughout the entire starry expanse.
They stood high above, a forbidden existence that none dared defile, one that few dared challenge—only awe was permitted.
No one knew how many tens of thousands of years the Divine Race had been gone, yet no one had forgotten them, precisely because of their supreme strength—they had left behind too much glory, and sooner or later they would reappear.
At this moment, a woman who seemed to have stepped out of the age of myth appeared, her entire body crystalline, radiating undying brilliance as she stood within the ancient city, instantly stirring a great commotion.
Her lips were red, her teeth white, her nose delicately upturned, possessing a pair of intoxicating eyes that flowed with dreamlike radiance. Her whole body was translucent, as if carved from jade, without a single flaw, her hair flowing loose like a goddess incarnate.
This was a powerful woman of the Divine Race, of unrivaled beauty, carrying a certain pressure-aura—so beautiful it seemed unreal, making one feel an inviolable sanctity.
She seemed to have stepped out of that ancient myth, blocking Ye Fan’s path. Between the two of them was a subtle resonance, their respective blood beginning to boil.
Strand after strand of golden mist emanated from Ye Fan’s body, every pore opening, allowing divine radiance to flow out—hundreds of thousands of strands, trickling forth.
His heart and spirit shook violently. There was an instinctive resonance with the divine physique, and he grew ever more certain—the Divine Race was an ancient branch of humanity, sharing the same origin.
“Xin Lan—who would have thought it would be her—of the Divine Race!” some exclaimed in shock.
This woman named Xin Lan had always walked the Human Race’s ancient road, unrivaled among heroes, one of the most mysterious among the Human Race’s young paramounts, revered as the Goddess.
In the past, no one knew her origins, until today—when her resonance with Ye Fan’s physique produced such an aura—people finally understood.
Everyone present was shocked!
“Goddess… the Divine Race—this really isn’t coincidence. No wonder she carried that particular temperament, coming from that most mysterious ancient race.”
No one had imagined that a woman of the Divine Race would walk the Human Race’s ancient road.
“Why do you block my path?” Ye Fan asked calmly. Scripture-like sounds emanated from within his body, and in an instant the boundless golden light withdrew inward, his blood also calming, returning to its normal state.
A flash of unusual color crossed Xin Lan’s beautiful eyes—somewhat surprised. She hadn’t expected him to control it so freely, able to suppress instinctive reactions. She parted her vivid red lips slightly, revealing white teeth, and said, “Ten years ago, when you crossed your tribulation, an ancient Great Emperor manifested. I missed it and deeply regret it. Today I’ve come especially to observe.”
Her voice was as beautiful as heaven’s music, carrying a sensual magnetism. Her graceful jade body was crystalline, and combined with her intoxicating appearance, her temperament made hearts race—her entire being like a dream.
“Unfortunately, I have no tribulation to cross today,” Ye Fan replied.
“You could make a move yourself as well.” Xin Lan smiled faintly, a smile that would put the sun, moon, and stars to shame. Her eyes flowed with astonishing radiance as her jade-translucent palm swept forward, her hair dancing, robes fluttering, like a fairy gliding upon ripples.
“Bang!”
Ye Fan decisively made his move, striking after her but arriving first. His palm was sharp as a heavenly blade, radiating brilliant golden light, tearing through the void. Simultaneously, extraordinary phenomena manifested one after another, converging behind him into a genuine world.
There, stars illuminated the heavens, blue lotuses grew amid primordial chaos, an immortal king sat high upon the ninth heaven… like an ancient mythical kingdom, shocking the world.
Behind him, everyone’s expressions changed. Even Pang Bo and Long Ma felt their hearts shake violently—they hadn’t expected Ye Fan to strike with such terrifying force right from the start. This was simply a killing blow, the kind of measure used only against the most fearsome enemies.
In the past, Ye Fan had rarely been this direct—striking with such ferocity the moment they clashed. Could this woman of the Divine Race truly be this dangerous?
In the next moment, people understood—the Goddess truly was terrifying beyond measure. Unrivaled in beauty, a perfect masterpiece crafted by heaven itself, yet her strength was equally astonishing. In a single instant, she had frozen the void itself.
No matter how far or near, all were affected, especially several ancient races’ strongest warriors positioned at the edge of the battlefield—they found themselves trapped as if in a quagmire, unable to move.
Everyone’s expressions changed. The Divine Race woman Xin Lan was too terrifying—a single strike, mere aftershock, had frozen several great clans’ most talented heirs, shocking all the heroes present.
People could easily surmise the pressure Ye Fan must be facing—that was the very center of the battlefield, the void itself frozen solid. This was almost akin to sealing away the mortal realm; even power that could move heaven and earth would struggle to resist it.
“Boom!”
The cosmos exploded open. There, surging golden light rose skyward—Ye Fan’s palm shattered everything, his phenomena tearing through the void, unfrozen.
People’s ears caught blow after blow of impact sounds. Ye Fan struck with blinding speed, the sky filled with golden palm-strikes and finger-thrusts, in an instant nearly ten thousand strikes unleashed, seemingly all landing upon Xin Lan’s body.
Terrifying beyond words!
This place became dotted with black holes, the starry river cascading down from beyond the realm, vast and boundless, as if gods and demons were locked in fierce battle. Had the array patterns of the Golden Ancient City not revived, nothing here would have remained intact.
Even so, divine waterfalls surged everywhere, submerging this place, ten thousand strands of starlight without boundary.
Two figures contested for supremacy—the man’s divine might overwhelming the world, the woman as though a fairy reincarnated, radiant light spilling forth, her entire body wrapped in blazing brilliance, like figures from the age of myth locked in confrontation.
They moved like two bolts of lightning, each collision erupting with unrivaled divine radiance.
Suddenly, heaven and earth seemed to still. The undying brilliance they each radiated vanished, and they entered close combat, divine techniques unfolding one after another, exquisite beyond description.
Ye Fan reached to seize her arm—if caught, no one could save Xin Lan; the Sacred Body’s close-combat prowess was unrivaled, not merely by name.
Her body was soft, radiant light scattering as she nearly brushed past Ye Fan’s arm, graceful and light as an immortal, evading the certain-kill strike, using the momentum to fly backward, her heavenly garments dancing as if a celestial being were dancing.
This battle ended, remarkably brief—almost as soon as it began, it was over, without any real determination of life or death.
Xin Lan’s brows and eyes were like a painting, radiant as the bright moon, her captivating light spilling forth, every inch of her body translucent and radiant, as if a masterwork crafted by heaven’s own hand.
“From today onward, you belong to me—you shall join the Divine Race.”
Everyone stood in stunned silence. Xin Lan’s bearing was unrivaled, even her voice unmatched in this world, like the sound of celestial music echoing in people’s ears. But what she had said was simply too shocking!
She was beautiful beyond reality, her temperament transcending the mortal world, carrying a certain sanctity, as if an ancient celestial maiden not belonging to this human realm. No one had expected her to say such words.
This turn of events, this jarring inconsistency, left everyone stunned, doubting their own ears.
The Divine Race’s celestial maiden was quite serious, her expression solemn and dignified, her bearing transcendent, pure without blemish, radiance scattering as she spoke again: “Whoever troubles him is my enemy!”
She drifted away, a great road appearing beneath her feet, paved with the starry river, accompanied by luan-birds, brilliant flower petals dancing, fragrance wafting in waves—in an instant she was gone, vanished from sight.
Not to mention others—even Ye Fan himself was somewhat stunned. A descendant of the divine, the strongest race in the starry expanse, absent for tens of thousands of years—and this race’s celestial maiden had actually said such words.
“So powerful, even more genuine in character than I, Pang Mou!” Pang Bo clicked his tongue, then laughed heartily.
Long Ma and the others were all dumbstruck. Even the wild sacred beasts and powerful warriors present were somewhat speechless, not knowing what to say.
As for everyone else, aside from standing in a daze, they were petrified, mouths agape, utterly bewildered.
“Once you join my Divine Race, I will choose a pearl of our race to be your wife.” Just then, from the edge of the horizon, the Goddess Xin Lan’s voice sounded once more.
Everyone instantly understood something. Clearly, she had realized there was ambiguity in her earlier words and was now clarifying and supplementing them.
Pang Bo laughed heartily and said, “Ye Zi can belong to you, but not to the Divine Race.”
Boom!
A terrifying beam of divine light swept across heaven and earth, surging forward, colliding with Pang Bo. Xin Lan then departed completely, seemingly somewhat angered.
The young strongest warriors of every race showed unusual expressions—some looked shocked, some had a flash of killing intent, some appeared disappointed, and others looked deeply worried…
“I understand now… the Divine Race are descendants of the gods, carrying the strongest ancient blood within them. They want to cultivate a true deity.”
There had long been rumors in this world that the Divine Race sought to stand proud above the ninth heaven, restore the glory of ages long past, establish a truly eternal myth, and restore the order of the age of gods.
They believed in bloodline supremacy, convinced that the strongest god would eventually be born, one who would surpass all the gods, achieving true immortality, unrivaled beneath the starry sky!
For this purpose, they had always been searching for the strongest ancient blood, hoping to produce even more powerful divine-blooded descendants, to make every race tremble.
Divine blood and Sacred blood combined were considered the perfect fusion, said to produce the most sacred bloodline—one of the “hypotheses” regarding the Divine Race’s strongest bloodline theory.
These secrets were known only to a few, but here they were no secret at all, since everyone present was among the strongest trial-takers of their respective races, qualified enough to know.
Everyone present, upon realizing this, showed unusual expressions.
“Divine blood fused with Sacred blood, the strongest sacred bloodline emerging, would shatter every enemy, achieving true invincibility beneath the eternal starry sky!”
Everyone felt apprehension. With various bloodlines now emerging, numerous ancient bloodlines reappearing in the mortal world, if the Divine Race, for the sake of their plan, brought all the hypothesized strongest bloodlines into this world, that would likely become a great calamity!
Over the following two days, more powerful warriors arrived one after another—young paramounts of powerful races, and ancient creatures foraging within the cosmic starry expanse.
Ye Fan too encountered great trouble. Many people had set their sights on him; being favored by the Divine Race made it impossible to avoid attention.
The Sacred Body was merely one member of the Divine Race, and yet had already shaken the world—if the entire race were like this, how powerful must they truly be? No matter which race, all held deep apprehension toward them.
“The Sacred Body of the Burial Emperor Star… what strongest ancient blood, what does that amount to—let me see just how strong you really are!”
Ancient creatures came to challenge him, and outside-clan strongest warriors issued challenges as well. Ye Fan showed no mercy whatsoever, striking with thunderous force, like a demon god reincarnated.
Over the following days, he struck with overwhelming force, killing seven or eight challengers, drawing blood with every strike, pulverizing them into fragments, thoroughly subduing everyone present.
Bloody and brutal—flying blood, crystalline white bone fragments coated in blood, left people too terrified to speak, no longer daring to act rashly.
On the ancient road, the talented heirs of every race believed in only one truth: dignity is earned through killing, prestige is earned through fighting, and everything is decided by strength alone!
“Hm, it’s finally beginning. The gathering at the True Phoenix Tower—the young strongest warriors of every race will appear, exchange what’s needed, and assemble the ten strongest ancient bloods.”
This would be a grand gathering of talented heirs, without question destined to produce brilliant sparks—the Divine Race, Sacred Blood, Diyi Tian, the Golden Serpent Lords—all merely a part of it.