Battle Through the Heavens: I can solidify the talents of all things

Chapter 65, The Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python Clan, the Bloodline Inheritance of the Nine-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python! [Seeking First Subscription]

"I just never imagined that two thousand years later, that girl's descendants would come to this place again, and moreover—"

The Pure Spirit Saint's gaze fell upon Queen Medusa, filled with undisguised admiration. "You actually managed to evolve your bloodline to the Eight-Colored Sky-Devouring Python realm through your own power! This talent and perseverance are even more outstanding than that girl's back then!"

The Holy One of Pure Spirits spoke with a hint of emotion, then became solemn: "Perhaps the legacy she failed to complete back then will be continued in you!"

"Inheritance?"

Queen Medusa caught the key word, a hint of doubt flashing in her purple eyes.

"Indeed! You should know the bloodline of my Seven-Colored Sky-Devouring Python clan. Seven colors signify a saint, eight colors a king among saints, and nine colors a glimpse into the legendary Emperor realm!"

The Pure Spirit Saint nodded slightly and began to slowly recount the secret that had been sealed away for thousands of years. His voice was ethereal, as if it had traversed the river of time:

Queen Medusa's ancestor accidentally stumbled into this small world on the verge of collapse.

Seeing that she possessed the bloodline of the Serpent Clan and had a resolute character, the Pure Spirit Saint bestowed upon her a trace of the Nine-Colored Origin Blood from his own clan to help her cleanse her bloodline.

It is hoped that Queen Medusa's ancestors will one day truly transform into the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python.

Thus, they can inherit the mantle of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python clan, ensuring that the bloodline of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python is not completely severed.

The sage's gaze became distant and sorrowful, as if he were witnessing the bloody battles of ancient times:

Thousands of years ago, the Seven-Colored Sky-Devouring Python's enemies, in alliance with several human Saint-level experts, laid a shocking trap, intending to completely annihilate the Seven-Colored Sky-Devouring Python clan.

It was a war so brutal it defies description.

In the end, only the Pure Spirit Saint, the last bloodline of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python clan, was also a Nine-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python whose bloodline had been sublimated to the extreme.

Through a bit of luck and sacrifice, they escaped with some of the remaining members of their tribe.

They traveled to this remote northwestern continent and opened up this small world, hoping to allow their people to recuperate and thrive.

Unexpectedly, while the Pure Spirit Saint was out searching for the spiritual materials needed to stabilize the small world...

One of his mortal enemies back then, a human Battle Saint, Blood Nether Saint!

He somehow tracked down this little world.

When the Holy Spirit returned, all he saw was devastation and the corpses of his people.

Enraged, the Pure Spirit Saint and the Blood Nether Saint engaged in a deadly battle here.

Unfortunately, the Blood Nether Saint's cultivation was slightly superior to the Pure Spirit Saint's, and his techniques were extremely strange and insidious.

In order to avenge their family and to prevent the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python clan from being completely extinct.

The Pure Spirit Saint had no choice but to burn his life essence and soul origin, risking mutual destruction, before finally managing to severely injure him.

The cultivation technique practiced by the Blood Nether Saint granted him extremely tenacious vitality, and even the Pure Spirit Saint, despite giving his all, was unable to completely kill him.

Left with no other choice, the Pure Spirit Saint could only combine his remaining power with the secret techniques of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python clan.

They laid down an extremely vicious, soul-corroding curse seal, suppressing him here, intending to slowly erode him over the long years.

But in the end, he pulled through!

The fierce battle between the two Battle Saints completely destroyed the foundation of this already unstable small world, causing space to tear apart and destructive energy to run rampant.

The Pure Spirit Saint was powerless to reverse the situation and could only completely seal this small world, trapping himself and the Blood Nether Saint here.

The Pure Spirit Saint himself, having burned himself out, was now utterly exhausted, leaving only a remnant soul clinging to life by the last vestiges of the small world's essence, guarding the legacy and the seal.

Until two thousand years ago, a little girl from the snake-person tribe accidentally wandered in.

Unfortunately, Queen Medusa's ancestor ultimately fell short, failing to fully transform into the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python and thus unable to withstand the complete power of inheritance.

The Holy Spirit had no choice but to send her back to the outside world, hoping that her descendants would surpass her.

Hundreds of years ago, this small world finally reached the brink of collapse, and the Pure Spirit Saint still had not found a suitable successor.

In order to keep the small world from collapsing and wait for a destined person, the Pure Spirit Saint had no choice but to guide the small world to instinctively absorb the life force from the outside world to replenish itself.

This is what caused that vast oasis to gradually turn into an endless desert over the centuries.

The Pure Spirit Saint sighed and said apologetically, "I have wronged your Serpent People and the living beings of this land in this matter."

Queen Medusa listened to this magnificent yet tragic ancient secret, her feelings a complex mix of emotions.

The truth behind the mystery of the oasis turning into sand, as recorded in the tribe's records, is actually this.

This pure and holy being has been guarding this place alone for thousands of years for the sake of the clan's survival. One can imagine the loneliness and pain he has endured during this time.

"Ancestor————"

Queen Medusa called softly, this time with heartfelt respect and a touch of heartache.

The Pure Spirit Saint waved his hand, a relieved smile on his face: "There's no need for that. Your arrival has finally given my remnant soul a glimmer of hope for fulfilling its mission."

The Pure Spirit Saint's expression turned serious, and his tone became extremely solemn and dignified, radiating the supreme majesty of a Dou Sheng: "Medusa, a descendant of the Eight-Colored Devouring Python bloodline, are you willing to accept the complete inheritance of my Seven-Colored Devouring Python clan and shoulder the mission of continuing my clan's bloodline and glory?"

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Queen Medusa trembled slightly upon hearing this, and she subconsciously looked at Xiao Qing beside her.

Xiao Qing met her gaze, nodded slightly, and conveyed encouragement and support in his eyes.

This is not only a tremendous opportunity, but also a heavy responsibility.

Taking a deep breath, Queen Medusa turned to the Pure Spirit Saint, her beautiful face filled with determination, her voice clear and powerful: "This junior, Medusa, is willing to accept the inheritance!"

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"good!"

The Pure Spirit Saint's face broke into a radiant smile of relief, as if thousands of years of waiting had finally come to an end. He said, "Then let the bloodline inheritance begin now, shall we?"

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Queen Medusa nodded, a sense of anticipation for the succession rising in her heart.

Seeing this, the Pure Spirit Saint no longer hesitated and gently raised her jade hand.

A burst of nine-colored light, even more dazzling than before and containing an incomparably rich source of life, suddenly erupted, instantly enveloping Queen Medusa completely.

The rosy light flowed and quickly condensed into a huge nine-colored cocoon of light, about three zhang tall.

Runes flowed across the surface of the cocoon, emitting strong energy fluctuations and an aura that seemed to come from ancient times.

At the same time, the voice of the Pure Spirit Saint resounded directly in Queen Medusa's mind: "Accept the inheritance with peace of mind. Do not worry about the outside world. As for that little guy, I will send him out of this world."

"Then, the Pure Spirit Saint took out a drop of nine-colored essence blood, which, though dim, still exuded a terrifying pressure."

The moment this drop of essence appeared, the energy of the entire plaza boiled.

The Pure Spirit Saint infused the precious drop of primordial blood into the cocoon of light, while simultaneously forming hand seals.

It mobilizes the remaining energy of heaven and earth in the surrounding area, flowing into the cocoon of light like rivers flowing into the sea, providing support for its inheritance process.

After doing all this, the already illusory figure of the Pure Spirit Saint dimmed even more, but she wore a satisfied smile on her face.

The Pure Spirit Saint turned around, his gaze falling on Xiao Qing, who had been standing quietly by the side, his eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.