Chapter 607 Golden Body Variation
Tang San himself could feel how strong the blood and Qi fluctuations were at this moment, as if the dense blood and Qi could ignite the surrounding air with just a slight circulation. He had never felt this powerful before, and it flowed into every corner of his body.
His height had almost reached two meters, and while his muscles were not particularly bulging, they possessed exceedingly beautiful contours. With every movement, there appeared to be a powerful force ready to burst forth.
This reminded him of a time in the Divine Realm when he knew a God ranked as a level 1 god, known as the Titan Ape, who possessed fearsome strength that seemed to resent the heavens for not having a handle and the ground for not having a hoop. He felt somewhat like that now.
His skin had regained the appearance of a normal human's, but the moment his blood and Qi circulated, a layer of dark golden radiance would immediately surface.
This was his first super bloodline, and before the fusion, Tang San had intended to name it the Golden Behemoth Bloodline, Golden Mammoth plus Behemoth giant beast, right? Now, however, it seemed somewhat inappropriate. After much thought, he finally decided to name this Mark the Golden Body Variation, the pinnacle of bodily strength.
A super bloodline surpassing first level bloodlines, what could it evolve into eventually? Naturally, it should exceed the level of the strongest being in this plane. According to Tang San's senses, that Emperor of this plane was already close to the level of a level 1 god in the Divine Realm. Surpassing the Emperor would at least be at the peak of level 1 gods, and if even more powerful, it would be approaching the level of the Godking.
Tang San knew that if he were to create several more super bloodlines for himself, when his strength recovered to the level of the Godking in the future, he might even be more powerful than before.
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Jiali City.
It had already been half a month since her return. Pretty Girl spent most of her time behind closed doors. The news of her winning the double championship in the Ancestral Court Elite Competition had spread throughout the city, deliberately disseminated by the Peacock Demon King.
For a time, the leaders of the major races in Jiali City were astonishingly shocked, and even more so within the Peacock Demon Clan.
As for everything outside, Pretty Girl seemed to be completely unaware, just staying quietly in her room.
Gazing out the window, Pretty Girl's eyes were slightly hazy.
She had never seen what was truly under his mask. She could never forget the calm composure he maintained at the end, as if going to his death was nothing more than an ordinary and simple matter to him.
She reflected on her own distrust and doubts towards him. Why? Because he was just too good to her.
It was an undeniable goodness, good to a degree that she found somewhat difficult to accept.
Life during her time in the Ancestral Court was hectic and thrilling, improving rapidly every day, facing formidable opponents continually. The intense and stimulating experiences were deeply imprinted in her memory.
No matter the strength of the adversary, his protection was always by her side. It seemed that as long as he was there, her heart would be especially at peace. Enjoy more content from empire
In order to gain her and her father's trust, he didn't hesitate to establish a blood oath. He held nothing back from her. The blood-colored sword shadows, representing the super divine weapon, still resided within her spiritual core. It was with his help that she had formed the beginnings of her divine consciousness.
Even without practicing every day, her spiritual power was growing with each passing day, and her cultivation base was evolving towards God Rank.
What he had brought her was even more than what her father had.
Yet, such a person had just left like that. He had promised her that after the competition, she would see his true face, but even in the end, he had not removed his mask.
What did he really look like?
Brother, do you know? I miss you so much, I've always missed you. I deeply regret, why didn't I insist more forcefully on you removing your mask earlier? If I had, at least I could have etched your face into my heart.
My heart aches violently once again, and my eyes moisten anew.
"Knock, knock, knock." Just at that moment, a knock at the door sounds.
Pretty Girl takes a deep breath, purses her red lips, and forcefully holds back her tears.
"Come in."
The door opens, and in walks the Peacock Demon King, dressed in ceremonial attire, looking rosy and healthy, not at all like someone who was severely injured and on the brink of death.
Seeing the state of his daughter, the Peacock Demon King sighs softly and says, "It's time to move on."
Pretty Girl doesn't make a sound, only silently sits there.
The Peacock Demon King takes a seat opposite her, "I have already prepared the groundwork with all the clans for you. You know, you should pick yourself up. If he were still here, he would surely want to see you revived and strong."
"He made every effort to help you win the competition, to elevate you to a stronger level. Isn't the fundamental wish of your Redemption Organization to help humans have a better space to live? That must have been his wish too. For this wish, you should pull yourself together as well."
Pretty Girl gently shakes her head, "I'm sorry, Father. I can't. Right now, my heart has no other thoughts. I'm sorry..."
Her whole spirit is in a state of collapse. Growing up within the Peacock Demon Clan, she faced countless cold eyes and mocking voices. Even her father, in her feelings, always seemed to have some barrier, and her mother was very kind to her, but her mother seemed always to have a heavy burden on her mind.
Only he, who wore a mask, seemed to have a barrier between them, but apart from the mask, he was completely open to her.
A person willing to die for another, this alone has greatly shaken Pretty Girl's heart. Her mind is filled with his figure, and in such a state, what else could she possibly do? After all, she is still a girl under twenty years old. Asura's departure has had too great an impact on her.
The Peacock Demon King sighs and says, "I understand your feelings. But as things stand, you have to look forward. If you want to do something for him, I support you. But you must lift yourself up. Take up the responsibility you must bear."
"The situation at the Ancestral Court is stable for now. We don't know what exactly happened that day. But at least for now, it seems unlikely that the Ancestral Court will take any action against us. You've come back; you're the double champion of the Ancestral Court Elite Competition, which means you have the potential to revitalize the Peacock Demon Clan. The Ancestral Court prides itself on being fair; thus, they won't allow Crystal Phoenix that fellow to oppress us like last time. There are two most important things you should do: one is to successfully inherit my kingship, and the other is to prepare for your report to the Ancestral Court. To become the Main City Master, it's very important to get the support of more than half of the Demon Emperors, only then can you truly secure this position, and give our Peacock Demon Clan the chance to rise again."
The Peacock Demon King persists in his advice, yet Pretty Girl only sits there, silently listening, without any response.
The Peacock Demon King frowns tightly, "There isn't much time left. You need to prepare for your Tribulation. Only by breaking through to the God Level can you successfully inherit the kingship. How can I be reassured to let you undergo Tribulation in this state?"
Pretty Girl keeps her head down, still not speaking.
The Peacock Demon King stands and paces back and forth in the room, then suddenly stops, his voice grave, "Don't you want to avenge him? No matter how sorrowful you are, revenge is something you should always do, right?"
Pretty Girl is jolted and finally lifts her head, looking up at her father, her eyes instantly flashing with a dazzling light.
Yes! Revenge, revenge for my brother!