“This isn’t a supreme treasure, nor is it a divine power bestowed by the heavens… it’s more like… an innate bloodline power?” Chu Feng murmured.
“Could it be, this is the legendary, unique bloodline power of the Wuming Clan?” someone suddenly exclaimed.
Immediately, the juniors of the Ancestral Martial Starfield erupted in excitement.
It was as if they had discovered something truly extraordinary.
“It is indeed the bloodline power of our Wuming Clan,” Wuming Xiongmou spoke up at that moment.
As a member of the Starfield Main Realm and the Wuming Clan, his words were the definitive answer.
“A unique bloodline power?”
“To possess both a bloodline power and a divine power bestowed by the heavens?” Chu Feng’s gaze shifted.
In the Upper Realms, many people possessed bloodline powers.
Bloodline powers weren’t limited to Heaven-rank bloodlines. Some demon clans had bloodline powers, and even some humans, though lacking Heaven-rank bloodlines, possessed their own unique bloodline powers.
Bloodline power was an advantage, an innate superiority over ordinary martial cultivators.
After all, bloodline power could enhance one’s strength.
Some bloodline powers were even stronger than divine powers bestowed by the heavens.
For instance, the Heaven-rank bloodline of Chu Feng and his peers was an extremely powerful bloodline power, arguably the most supreme.
Heaven-rank bloodlines allowed not only the Thunder Mark to boost cultivation but also the Thunder Armour and Thunder Wings to do the same.
Though these powers would later be sealed as cultivation progressed, they could be unsealed with sufficient strength.
Because bloodline powers were inherently strong, those who possessed them typically didn’t receive divine powers from the heavens.
Yet Wuming Yuanzhi clearly possessed a divine power. The technique he used first was undeniably a divine power, a genuine one.
So why, despite having his own bloodline power, did he also receive a divine power?
Could someone have forcibly infused the power of a divine gift into his body?
It was possible. Chu Feng knew of someone capable of such a feat—the old Taoist with the ox-like nose from the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
“Brother Chu Feng, I can tell you don’t know much about the bloodline power of the Starfield Main Realm,” a voice suddenly sounded in Chu Feng’s ear. It was Kong Tianhui.
Seeing Chu Feng’s puzzled expression, Kong Tianhui didn’t beat around the bush and explained directly, “The people of the Starfield Main Realm have another name—the Wuming Clan. They’re a special clan, incredibly powerful. Almost all of them wield divine powers, and their mastery of these powers is exceptional, no less than that of my Divine Body King City.”
“But in reality, aside from divine powers, their blood has always carried a unique bloodline power.”
“However, this bloodline power is sealed from birth and, reportedly, only unlocks upon reaching the Supreme Realm.”
“But a rare few can unlock this bloodline power at the Venerable Realm. Those who achieve this are almost guaranteed to become the successor to the Wuming Clan’s leadership. It’s a symbol of talent and strength, universally acknowledged.”
“I see,” Chu Feng said, enlightened.
Though the Wuming Clan possessed bloodline power, it offered little help—arguably none at all.
At least not before reaching the Supreme Realm.
This was likely why they could receive divine powers.
But for everyone to receive divine powers was remarkable. It couldn’t be mere coincidence; it suggested a special method to obtain them.
“Could it be that their ability to receive divine powers is related to their sealed bloodline power?” Chu Feng asked.
“That’s a theory many agree with. Perhaps it’s indeed tied to their bloodline power.”
“But speaking of bloodline powers, the most powerful is still your Heaven-rank bloodline. Though you can’t receive divine powers, the potential of the Heaven-rank bloodline is vast. You know this better than I do,” Kong Tianhui said with a grin.
Chu Feng smiled in response.
He couldn’t disagree with Kong Tianhui’s words.
Indeed, the Heaven-rank bloodline held immense potential.
Chu Feng had already unleashed the Thunder Mark and Thunder Armour, and one day, the sealed Thunder Wings would be unleashed as well.
When that day came, Chu Feng would be able to boost his cultivation by three ranks at once.
This was something other martial cultivators could never achieve.
It was an opportunity exclusive to those with Heaven-rank bloodlines.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble rhythmically.
It was Wuming Yuanzhi. At that moment, he was simultaneously releasing his Cloud Mist Power, bloodline power, and divine power.
His entire demeanour had changed, as if he were a divine being forged from the powers of heaven and earth.
Each step he took caused the ground to quake.
“Nangong Yifan, though the All-Heaven Sect is formidable, my Wuming Clan is no ordinary group.”
“Now you should know that, aside from Linghu Hongfei, there are still others in the Ancestral Martial Starfield who can make you wary, right?”
Wuming Yuanzhi’s face was filled with pride—not just pride. With the release of his various powers, he grew even more confident, even domineering.
“Hmph…”
However, facing such a Wuming Yuanzhi, the corner of Nangong Yifan’s mouth curled into a mocking smile.
It was still a look of utter disdain.
“First, Linghu Hongfei has never made me wary. As for you, even with your cultivation boosted by three ranks, you’re still nothing but a clown in my eyes, not worth mentioning,” Nangong Yifan said.
Sarcastic—bitingly sarcastic.
Wuming Yuanzhi, able to unseal his bloodline power at the Venerable Realm, was already considered a candidate for the Wuming Clan’s leadership.
No one could deny his talent and strength.
Yet Nangong Yifan not only refused to acknowledge him but delivered a profound insult.
“Arrogant fool! Today, I’ll make you feel the strength of Wuming Yuanzhi!!!”
As expected, Nangong Yifan’s words successfully enraged Wuming Yuanzhi.
Wuming Yuanzhi swung his incomplete Venerable Armament, unleashing a powerful sword aura that swept forward.
Yet Nangong Yifan merely opened his hand, and the formidable sword aura dissipated into nothing before him.
