1861: Birth of a God (1)

Birth of a God (1)

For the next few days, Shen Yanxiao had been piling on more curses to Mingye. All this was so that he would cut off the link after resurrecting the dragons in the Dragon Cemetery under the gaze of countless undeads. Shen Yanxiao was deeply afraid of making the slightest mistake, so she was extra careful.1

During the process of casting the curses, Shen Yanxiao discovered that after her dragon blood was completely awakened, the magic and battle aura in her body had also been greatly improved and she was already close to the realm of a Saint Professional. This discovery made Shen Yanxiao extremely happy.

"I wonder if I can directly advance to a Divine Professional after all my bloodlines awaken." Shen Yanxiao could not help but fantasize. Even though there was still a certain gap between the peak human professions and real gods, if she could really reach that level, at least she would not have to exert too much effort when facing devils.

After the last war between gods and devils, both humans and other races had suffered huge losses. Countless peak experts had fallen, which caused many groups of powerful people to be forever lost. After that, the advancement of all races had been greatly delayed. Without the leadership and guidance of peak experts, the peak experts in all races had become very rare in the past ten thousand years.

The war with the Devil race in three years was not looking optimistic.

The powerful gods had fallen, and the number of peak experts of the various races had decreased sharply. Could they still resist the attack of the Devil race?

No one knew about this. Shen Yanxiao could only pray that those from the Broken Star Palace could train more experts. In the battle against the Devil race, experts below the second class promotion had little use in the face of high-level devils.

"There should be no problem." Xiu stood by Shen Yanxiao's side. These days, he often appeared in his physical form.

"Xiu, in fact, I've always been curious about something. Brother Siyu said that I have the blood of eight races in my body, then… the blood of the gods…" Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Xiu was the only god in the hands of those Warlocks. It could be said that the power of the gods integrated into her body came from Xiu.

However, Xiu was not absorbed by her, so did she obtain the bloodline of the God race?

Xiu looked at Shen Yanxiao and slowly said, "My soul has been residing in your body since you were born. Even though you can't absorb my power, a portion of my soul has been imprinted in your soul for a long time. The divine power I instilled in you will slowly activate those traces. So there is indeed the power of the God race in your body."

Ouyang Huanyu's experiment was almost successful, but this success must be fueled by Xiu. If Xiu did not transfer divine power to Shen Yanxiao, no matter how long he stayed in Shen Yanxiao's body, she would not be able to awaken those soul marks. The marks that could not be awakened would remain dormant and would not become Shen Yanxiao's power.

"In that case, I inherited your… bloodline?" Shen Yanxiao's expression was somewhat strange. Once she thought of the word bloodline, why did she feel that her relationship with Xiu had become strange?

Wasn't bloodline something that only existed between family members?

"Just strength, not blood." Xiu seemed to have guessed Shen Yanxiao's concerns and slowly shook his head.

"There is no such thing as bloodline among the gods. Gods are not conceived by a mother."

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