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Chapter 591 The True Genius [Part Two]

outside world.

Normally, dusk would have already fallen, the daylight would have turned dim, and only a few scattered flickering lights would remain in the tribe.

But at this moment, the night sky was as bright as day.

A dense red light suddenly shone from afar, spreading outwards like a blood tide, and in an instant, it engulfed most of the tribe.

Only one color remained in the world: a dazzling and scorching crimson.

At the center of the light was a strange bird phantom shaped like a giant chicken.

Strands of red lines intertwined and danced behind it, distorting the air and stirring up waves of scorching heat.

Each of its feathers resembled solidified lava, with dark gold patterns flowing slowly within them, and its edges trailing tiny sparks in the void, flickering uncertainly.

The bird had a pair of strange double pupils, and at this moment it was raising its head high, looking down at the group of barbarians below.

It was as if a god was looking down upon the human world.

"Is this a Chongming bird?"

Shi Lin's expression was gloomy.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the two children he had heard about before, one of whom was a girl whose bloodline had awakened to be the Chongming Bird.

Think of this.

Shi Lin's expression revealed a hint of surprise and doubt.

"A divine beast phantom of this caliber? Could it be that its bloodline purity has reached true blood?!"

The power of the barbarian cultivator comes from the bloodline of the alien beast within his body.

Therefore, the assessment of their qualifications and potential comes from their lineage.

This can be further divided into two types.

First, the source of bloodline: what level of exotic beast the bloodline originates from.

This determines the upper limit of one's own growth, although it is not insurmountable.

However, it is extremely difficult to break through to the Bone Creation stage with ordinary beast bloodline.

Even ten times, or even a hundred times, more than the barbarians who have awakened their ferocious beast bloodlines.

As for breaking through to the Barbarian Soul realm, it's as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Furthermore, the level of the bloodline's origin will also affect the strength of a barbarian cultivator.

Between two barbarian cultivators of the same cultivation level, one possesses the bloodline of a ferocious beast, while the other possesses the bloodline of an ancient exotic species.

If there are no other trump cards, the latter will be the only winner.

Besides this, there's one more thing.

That is the pure concentration of blood.

It differs from the barbarian cultivation system and other systems.

The exotic beasts here, apart from the savage beasts, are divided into three categories: ancient exotic species and pure-blooded true beasts, which are only classified by bloodline.

It cannot be ruled out that some of them are mutated beasts, whose strength is extremely unclear.

For example, some of the beasts that belong to the same level of ferocious beasts struggle even to fight ordinary barbarians.

Some of them are capable of turning the tables on ancient alien species that possess the bloodline of divine beasts.

The same applies to pure-blooded true culprits; there are also differences in strength.

The key to judging strength lies in the purity of bloodline concentration.

This refers to the purity of the beastly power inherited in the awakened bloodline.

Even if it is the same divine beast bloodline, the difference in strength brought about by the purity of the bloodline in different barbarians can be worlds apart.

Generally speaking, the purity of bloodline can be divided into five levels:

Awakening Blood, Boiling Blood, Body Painting, True Blood, and the Progenitor.

Blood Awakening: This is the most basic level.

Most barbarians whose bloodline has just awakened are at this level, which is also the current situation of the vast majority of barbarians.

Boiling Blood: Blood concentration is higher than that of Awakened Blood, which can cause the blood to boil and summon the phantom of a strange beast from the source of the bloodline.

Those who can reach this level are geniuses, one in ten thousand among their bloodline.

Body Painting: The power of bloodline manifests outward, transforming into mythical beast totems that appear on the body's surface.

It can maintain the phantom of a divine beast for a long time, and its strength increases over time.

It can even achieve 'partial incarnation', such as growing wings on its back or turning its hands into claws.

Those who reach this level are truly prodigies.

The fourth type of true blood: the bloodline is extremely pure, almost equivalent to the direct descendants of divine beasts.

It can transform into the form of a divine beast and freely utilize its core innate divine abilities.

As for the final progenitor: as the name suggests, once you reach this level, you are no different from a true divine beast.

Its bloodline power can even be traced back to the strongest of these mythical beasts.

However, there are almost no barbarians who can reach the level of 'True Blood' or 'Progenitor'.

This is because the barbarians are not the beasts themselves; the blood flowing through their veins is more human.

Therefore, theoretically, almost no barbarian or beast bloodline can reach the level of true blood, let alone the later progenitors.

and so.

The painted body is basically the purest bloodline that barbarians can possess.

For example, the bloodline of the mythical beast Qilin that Shi Lin inherited is concentrated at the 'Painted Body' level.

then.

He made a big fuss during his first test.

But it is still far from being comparable to this Chongming bird.

Then there is only one possibility.

The opponent's divine beast bloodline is so pure that it has reached the level of true blood.

"At the age of ten, you have reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Opening Realm. Coupled with the purity and concentration of the bloodline of the Painted Body, Qi'er, with your talent, you are unprecedented in the history of the Tianlin Tribe!"

At this moment.

The words the clan chief had spoken to him echoed in his ears.

How ironic it seems now.

True Blood—he dreamed of purifying his own bloodline to achieve True Blood, so that he could unleash the true power of the divine beast Qilin.

But now, someone has demonstrated the pure bloodline power of true blood right in front of him.

However, this complex emotion did not last long.

Shi Lin's expression quickly returned to normal.

"No matter how high the blood concentration is, there is still an upper limit."

He muttered to himself, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.

Even among those who possess the bloodline of divine beasts, there is a world of difference in their strength.

Even though the Chongming Bird's bloodline concentration was higher than his own, its source was ultimately incomparable to that of the Qilin.

Although the Chongming Bird is not weak among the mythical beasts, it is still far inferior to the top mythical beasts like the Qilin.

Unless the other party awakens the Phoenix bloodline, they are not enough to pose a threat to him.

Think of this.

Shi Lin then prepared to turn and leave.

hiss! ! !
Suddenly, another piercing shriek that tore through the sky shot up.

In the void, darkness gathered and ink surged, as if a layer of black water was emerging.

Looking closer, an even larger black shadow appeared beside the Chongming Bird.

From the depths of that shadow, a pair of blood-red pupils suddenly opened, like two blood lanterns hanging from the abyss of a bloody hell, coldly looking down upon the world.

Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a black-scaled serpent!
Its body was coiled up, its chilling aura penetrating to the bone, and the oppressive aura it exuded was so real that it choked everyone's breath.

In stark contrast to the majestic power of the Chongming Bird, this Xuan Snake exuded the aura of a predator, seemingly originating from the primordial era.

Just a glance from his eyes is enough to plunge one into an icy hell, freezing one's very soul.

Some of the tribe's average-strength barbarians who got close enough to him even fainted instantly, their eyes rolling back in their head the moment they made eye contact.

The calm smile on Shi Lin's face also froze on his face.

……

Go back a few minutes.

This place is a magnificent palace built of huge rocks, the rocks are rough, and the air is filled with an atmosphere of primitiveness and antiquity.

Temple Name: Barbarian God Temple.

The three characters, as if cleaved by an axe or chisel, exude a primal and desolate quality.

At the far end of the main hall, a towering stone statue of a barbarian god stands majestically.

The statue was bare-chested, and its overall design was not exquisitely crafted, but rather exuded a raw and violent sense of power.

His physique was terrifyingly robust, with muscles bulging like mountains or coiling like dragons, as if containing an ancient power capable of tearing the sky apart with bare hands.

The face above was blurred, hidden in the shadows, with only a pair of deep-set eye sockets visible. They were empty, yet seemed to emanate two tangible gazes coldly looking down upon the beings below.

He held a huge, jet-black stone axe in his hand.

The axe was covered with countless ancient runes and totems that were difficult to decipher. The patterns seemed to writhe in the dim light, as if they were alive.

A savage, desolate, and almost desperate aura emanated from the stone statue, enveloping the entire hall and making the air heavy and suffocating. It was as if looking at it for even a moment would crush one's soul with its endless fighting spirit and ancient aura. This was the statue of the Barbarian God.

The gods of all barbarians.

After the previous hypnosis, and with the introduction from Lin Luan who had been by my side all along.

This allowed Hu Qi to gain a better understanding of the Tianlin tribe.

This barbarian god is a deity worshipped by all the barbarian tribes in the Great Wilderness.

Apart from those scattered small villages, every tribe with a size of more than 10,000 people will set up a statue of a barbarian god, worship it for generations, and pray for the god's protection.

As for whether the Barbarian God truly exists, Lin Luan has no idea.

According to the other party, no one has ever witnessed the barbarian god performing a miracle.

The reason they are revered as gods is because of ancient legends.

It was this ancestor who created the barbarian cultivation method, opening up a path for the barbarians to survive, enabling them to continue to this day in this perilous wilderness.

However, in Hu Qi's view, this barbarian god is very likely to exist in reality, and is a true god who has already attained immortality.

He was so certain because he clearly sensed that this primal god statue was extraordinary.

In his eyes, strands of translucent silk of varying thickness were slowly rising from the heads of the surrounding barbarians, constantly being absorbed by the barbarian god statue.

This scene gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It is very similar to the 'sun god statue' he once created.

Essentially, they are all tools for collecting the power of faith.

"We definitely made the right choice coming to the Tianlin Tribe!"

Hu Qi's eyes flickered.

However, this place is not only a site for sacrifices.

It was also a place where the Tianlin tribe specifically tested the bloodline concentration of the barbarians.

In the very center.

Hu Qi and Feng Huang stood side by side.

The two men's palms were now pressed against the surface of a stone pillar more than three meters high.

The stone pillar was ancient in shape, with a mysterious aura emanating from it, and the runes engraved on its body were emitting a hazy silver-white light.

The Phoenix bloodline manifested, and a scorching and noble power surged from its body.

Next is the bloodline belonging to the Hu Qixuan Snake.

Phoenix's eyes gradually turned crimson gold, with overlapping pupils, like a burning sun.

Hu Qi's eyes turned scarlet, and his vertical snake pupils flashed with a cold light.

Two beams of light, one red and one black, shot into the sky from the two figures, transforming into the shapes of the Chongming Bird and the Xuan Snake.

"This... these are actually two kinds of true bloodline divine beast bloodlines! Heaven blesses my Tianlin tribe, the barbarian god protects us!"

The one who spoke was an elderly man standing at the very front.

He wore a deep purple robe, and his long, withered white hair was carefully braided with several red ropes, hanging down his back.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light as they opened and closed, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

This man was none other than Wukan, the chieftain of the Tianlin tribe.

He was watching this scene.

His face also showed shock.

However, he quickly realized what was happening and revealed a look of ecstatic joy.

Bloodlines of true blood quality.

They can be seen as two pure-blooded true culprits disguised in human skin, living divine beasts.

The other elders, as well as Lin Luan and Pan Lou, also had different expressions.

This time, they really found a treasure.

In the public eye.

Hu Qi did not interfere further.

This was something he did intentionally.

This is to draw sufficient attention to the matter.

In fact, this result was due to his deliberate concealment of part of his bloodline using the distorted light.

If he were to reveal his bloodline without reservation, its purity would even be enough to reach the level of an ancestor.

After all, his bloodline was directly modified from the Crimson Panel.

Once modified, it was destined to become the strongest in terms of bloodline power within the Xuan Snake species.

However, what was on his mind at that moment was something else entirely.

The moment their bloodlines were activated and tested.

He clearly felt a gaze fall on him and Feng Huang beside him.

Those gazes did not come from the barbarians of the Tianlin tribe.

It was that savage god statue.

That glance was fleeting.

If Hu Qi hadn't been so perceptive, he would never have noticed.

……

"The true bloodline seed of the Chongming Bird and the Xuan Snake has awakened?!"

"How could this happen?!"

Not long after the bloodline test results were announced.

The news quickly reached the ears of several other major tribes.

Where there are people, there will be conflict.

This still applies in this world.

In a large tribe like the Tianlin tribe, it is inevitable that there will be spies from other tribes.

In addition, the two of them caused such a huge commotion.

Almost all the barbarians in the tribe could see it, so it was impossible to hide.

The news spread quickly.

For a time, the various factions were in turmoil and reacted in different ways.

Some were shocked, some were wary, and some tribes even secretly harbored thoughts of seizing the property.

After all, Hu Qi and Feng Huang are only five years old on the surface.

If we can capture and cultivate such promising talents, given time, we might be able to bring them under our control.

However, the Tianlin tribe had already taken precautions against this.

They not only kept Hu Qi and Feng Huang under strict protection, but also sent people to relocate the entire Fengxi Village into the tribe's territory.

True Blood Seeds have appeared before in this vast wilderness and throughout history.

However, the number of them is so small that they add up to less than ten.

There have never been two instances of this happening at once.

Once they grow up, their future is limitless.

The meanings represented by these symbols are different, so the attitudes towards them will naturally be different.

The two individuals demonstrated sufficient value, and thus received sufficient attention.

……

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Tianlin Tribe, in a tranquil stone courtyard.

A gentle breeze stirs the shadows of the trees.

Beneath a weeping willow tree lay a handsome young man.

He leaned back in a black rattan chaise lounge, tilting his head slightly back and gazing at the sky, as if lost in thought.
This person was none other than Hu Qi.

Although he is only eight years old, his physique and temperament are already like those of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

this time.

Hu Qi and Feng Huang's daily routine consisted of cultivation, eating, and sleeping, repeating itself endlessly.

Of course, this is only on the surface.

Hu Qi naturally didn't need to cultivate at all.

However, in these three years...

Phoenix demonstrated an astonishing rate of improvement.

Eight days to reach the Blood Coagulation stage, one year to break through to the Spirit Opening stage, and two years to achieve the Bone Creation stage.

Hu Qi, on the other hand, was roughly on par with Feng Huang's improvement speed, demonstrating the strength to break through.

The speed they displayed was even faster than that of the one known as Linzi.

At eight years old, he had reached the Bone Creation Realm; he was simply a prodigy.

The Tianlin tribe's high-ranking members went from initial shock to complete numbness.

(End of this chapter)