Divine Brilliance

Chapter 582: Nine Meridian Direct Race

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

When that blood-light entered, a portion directly merged into his body. Another portion merged into his soul.

Zong Shou originally wanted to try to use the Heaven Swallowing Energy Conversion Method to purify and absorb it, but the moment he activated it he noticed that the essence blood was totally pure, there was also none of the remnant consciousness of the Water Qilin.

Moreover, this Qilin seemed afraid that he couldn’t take it, sealing up a large portion of it, coinciding with his current cultivation realm.

The moment it entered his body, his body and soul felt a lot more refreshed. Almost instantly, his burning body was able to calm down in just a few breaths.

Zong Sou couldn’t help but exhale, his senses relaxing and knew that a large part of his crisis had been solved. At least he wouldn’t die from his body imploding.

He thought back to that Water Qilin and opened his eyes, only to see that a blood colored hole appeared at its brows. It was totally silent as it sank down into the depths of the water.

The blue veil on the outer layer of this area was slowly falling apart. The remaining life force of that Water Qilin had already totally disappeared.

That little puppy first looked towards Zong Shou with a lost expression, then doubtfully looked behind him, at the slowly freezing body of its father. It seemed to realize something, after being stunned it gave out a tragic roar.

Tanqiu leisurely sighed as he waved his sleeves. All the evil beings charging over within hundreds of miles were instantly wiped out.

“I hope that you won’t fail its sacrifice for you today, and you treat its kid well!”

Seeing Zong Shou’s cold and solemn face nodding, Tanqiu smiled, “You have always kept to your word, that Water Qilin has chosen the right person. Oh right, it should begin soon right? One bloodline, two nine tails, bloodline stabilizing. You race people are really fortunate. From today on, you all can be called the Eight Tail Zong Family. If father and son can work harder and step into the Saint Realm, then your children will be the Sky Fox imperial race...”

Zong Shou was stunned this time, then understood what this Tanqiu meant.

With the life core and Essence blood mark of the water Qilin to balance the Sky Burning Flame bloodline of the Lu family, his Sky Fox blood had totally lost its restriction and instantly started to purify and rise in quality.

The bones in his body continuously exploded and cracked, like there was something about to burst out. In the depths of his flesh and bone, there was a huge change making his muscles continuously twist.

This was pain he had never felt in his entire life, spreading all over his body.

Even before, when the Sky Burning Flame was consuming his body, couldn’t be compared to this.

Tanqiu’s lips curled up, disdain filled with shock.

He was obviously dying with pain, but he still wanted to hold on? Why couldn’t he just directly go unconscious? To think this fellow could actually bear with it, he was really as determined and strong as steel...

The strongest kind, unbreakable and couldn’t be destroyed...

His body flashed and left his original spot. When he appeared he was right in front of Zong Shou, tapping the center of his brow, very simply causing him to fall unconscious. He gently hugged the fallen body in his arms.

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Gantian Mountain City...

Zong Ling was frowning as he rode his horse back home.

It wasn’t his own residence, but the one belonging to the race. It was south of Gantian Mountain, where most of the Zong family people lived.

Since Zong Shou rebuilt the Gantian Zong family, most of the people had moved out.

It wasn’t them being unhappy towards Zong Shou, but most of them used the benefits given every year, as well as the martial arts schools Zong Shou opened to everyone, to have attainments in the martial paths and spiritual cultivation.

They didn’t need to rely on the Zong family to raise them, and they could live really well on their own. Now, only when they prayed to the race ancestors every year would everyone in the Zong family gather together.

Although they had set up another race, they couldn’t just toss aside the dead ancestors and not bother.

Actually apart from the race’s rules changing, such that direct and branch members could have a fair competition, nothing else had changed.

Today, things were slightly different. Zong Ling frowned as he looked at the invitation in his hand. It came from the ancestral hall of the race, gathering all Zong family race members of Gantian Mountain to discuss matters.

...it was only the start of winter, and was far from the race-worshipping time, so what did they have to discuss? Coincidentally, Zong Shou wasn’t in the city.

He originally didn’t want to go and bother. However, thinking about it carefully, he decided to take a look.

If they had bad intentions and did anything harmful to the ruler, he could suppress it before Zong Shou felt annoyed when he found out.

Those few Zong family direct bloodline elders and young kids, wasn’t it like that before?

The Zong family race had never been so unified, ever since the ruler united Donglin. Especially the younger generation, the ones who had just grown up were filled with great respect for Zong Shou.

Just relying on those few people who had lost all respect, what could they do? They were just annoying!

If it wasn’t that, then was it due to the changes in their bloodline?

This was already the second time. The last time he could freely grasp ice and fire techniques. This time it wasn’t stable, who knew who caused it, and who knew what kind of magical powers would appear...

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Thinking about it, Zong Ling walked into the Zong Family mansion.

At this point, his brows furrowed slightly. It seemed really normal, but the Zong Family guards here had a weird expression on their faces.

The entire mansion had a really weird aura.

The more he walked and looked, the more confused he got. Even the Zong Family residences, stretching tens of miles, were scarily quiet.

He could see that ancestral hall from afar, many strong and vital energy flows charging into the sky.

As for those he recognised, there was Gantian Mountain Right Pillar General Zong Gang, and the Grade Nine spirit cultivator Zong Han. Out of the entire race, all the outstanding people were gathered here.

He was the one who came last.

Zong Ling’s doubts resolved slightly as he got off the horse and proceeded forwards as a form of respect. When he was a thousand feet away, wariness rose up from the depths of his heart. action

Zong Ling didn’t hesitate to turn around, rapidly walking back where he came from. He didn’t know what exactly happened, but he knew that it was best if he got far away from the ancestral hall.

However he heard a cold laugh, “Since the Grand Priest has already came, then why are you in such a hurry to escape? Do you really think that you can still flee?”

Grand Priest was his current role. After Gantian Mountain established the country, following the Six Ministries and Nine Chamberlains system. He had the Taichang Temple to be in charge of temple rituals, the phenomenons and calendar, as well as the Grand Physician.

When that person spoke, Zong Ling felt a weird power placed on him. It actually broke through his body-protecting Magical Artifact, pushing him towards the ancestral hall.

Zong Ling was shocked, his limbs couldn’t move at all. The strength wasn’t high, at most initial Grade Nine level, far from the level he had to fear.

The problem was that it had a weird suppression effect on his body. When he touched it, his bloodline was terrified. His limbs went soft, and his soul power couldn’t be accurately controlled.

When his body was helplessly drawn into the ancestral hall, he saw Zong Gang and Zong Han sitting on chairs with ashen white expressions, their eyes filled with rage.

Right above, the race leader position which should have belonged to Zong Shou was occupied by someone. He wore a white shirt, around twenty years old, handsome and on first look he looked like someone from the same race.

“Xue Moyan?” he exclaimed, feeling that it wasn’t right.

Although they looked similar, this person was slightly older. Only his surname wouldn’t be wrong.

“You are from the Eight Tail Xue family?”

“That’s right!”

The teen laughed out loud, filled with glee. “I am Xue Mofei, the elder brother of Xue Moyan. This time I returned to the Cloud World to take revenge for my little brother, and secondly to take back what was stolen from my Xue family...”

“Stolen? Your Xue Family really is shameless!” Zong Han laughed coldly. Although his body was devoid of strength, he still sat straight, “Your Xue family was the one that abandoned the fox races to escape from the Cloud World! To think you all have the face to return? As for your brother, he plotted against our king, he deserved to die under the Ruler’s sword!”

Xue Mofei didn’t care at all, his expression was one where he didn’t bother about what they were saying.

“What happened before had its reasons and its outcome and we don’t need to talk about it. However, my Xue family is the imperial race, the orthodoxy of the Sky Fox people. Since we are back, all fox races should look up to us. Your fox race should work for our Xue family once more. This is the fox race rules, a rule that hasn’t been changed...”

“Work for you? Which means the legacy our Zong family worked so hard for, your Xue family is targeting it?” Zong Zhang said flatly, his words filled with killing intent. Although he was being suppressed, he really wanted to rip this Xue Mofei into pieces.

“The ruler is a genius and won’t let you get away with this!”

“He’s a genius? Hahaha!...”

Xue Mofei laughed out loud when he heard that, filled with arrogance. “He is talented, in our Xue family, apart from that person, no one else is as good as him! However, no matter how talented, he is he is still Seven Tails, a branch! With you all here, and being well-prepared, how can I not restrict him? Our Xue family naturally has a plan to wait for him here. If he knew about it, he would regret moving those four thousand Blood Cloud Cavalry out of Gantian Mountain.”

He laughed flatly, his tone totally cold. “Have you all heard about our race treasure, the Illusionary Heart Mirror? If you all are willing to surrender, naturally that is for the best, to think our race specifically helped him open the Yin Dragon Canyon restrictions. If you aren’t willing, we will just spend some effort to make a puppet...”

Zong Ling’s face was ashen white, his limbs were ice cold. A thousand thoughts flashed across his mind, but he was unable to think of a way to break out of this situation.

And then he was startled, as he suddenly felt that the aura in his body seemed to be roaring out...