Bzzz!
A low hum rang out. At first it was so faint it sounded like the buzz of a mosquito, too slight to catch unless someone listened for it.
Then, in the space of a blink, the sound swelled by leaps and bounds until it became
a deafening roar, like ancient war drums being struck awake.
The runes on the ck stele lit up in an instant and burst with blinding light.
At first the light was green, soft and mild, like spring wind brushing through willow branches.
The cultivators around it had just started to curl their lips, ready tough at a low- grade bloodline, when the green light had not even fully faded before it shifted sharply into purple.
The purple light was thick as ink and carried a kind of heavy majesty with it. People around the stele found themselves stepping back several paces before they even realized it.
"Purple! It''s a purple bloodline!"
Someone cried out, "That''s a mid-grade bloodline! This kid actually has a mid-grade bloodline. His future''s going to be enormous!"
The Basilica disciple''s face changed too. The disdain in his eyes vanished and gave way to shock.
A mid-grade bloodline might not count as the very best inside the Celestial Basilica, but it was still enough to be an inner-court disciple, enjoy solid resources, and be worth pulling to their side.
But the change still wasn''t over.
The purple lightsted only a single breath before it exploded again and turned into a field of dazzling gold.
That golden light came off hot and domineering, like a zing sun hanging overhead, so harsh that people had to squeeze their eyes shut against it.
The temperature in the square shot up at once. Even the spiritual energy in the air turned restless and violent, as if this power had set it on fire.
"Gold! It''s a gold bloodline!"
"My God! A top-grade bloodline! That''s a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius!"
"The Celestial Basilica''s about to celebrate something huge! Hurry! Go notify an Elder!"
The whole crowd exploded.
All those looks that had held jealousy and contempt a moment ago changed in an instant. What filled them now was envy, awe, and even open fawning.
That was how the immortal world worked. Strength and bloodline decided everything.
The Basilica disciple who had been receiving Jared went even redder in the face. He was just about to rush over and heap praise on him when he saw that Jared still hadn''t changed expression at all, and the hand pressed against the ck stele showed no sign of pulling away.
His face stayed so calm it was almost unsettling, like all of this had already fallen within his expectations.
Then, all at once, something changed again.
"Roar..."
A dragon''s cry burst out from inside the ck stele and shook the sky.
That cry hit like thunder exploding overhead, rolling across the entire mountaintop.
Ancient, deste, and overbearing force rode inside that sound, as if it hade from a savage age long buried in the past, carrying the kind of majesty that ruled over everything under heaven.
Everyone in the square felt their eardrums re with pain as their blood and energy churned. Faces changed on all sides, and people stumbled backward one after another.
The weaker ones pped their hands over their ears on the spot and dropped into crouches on the ground, sweat pouring down them.
"Wh-what is going on? How could a bloodline test bring out a dragon''s cry?"
"Could it be... could it be the legendary..."
Nobody dared finish the name. It was too absurd, too crushing, something that existed only in scattered lines from ancient books.
Right after that, a massive golden dragon shadow shot out of the ck stele and soared into the sky!
The dragon shadow rose dozens of yards high. Its five ws looked razor-sharp; its horns were fierce and jagged, and its scales shed with a metallic sheen under the
With
Sunlight, every single one of them seeming to hold power enough to ruín heaven and earth.
Terrifying dragon pressure poured off its whole body. It was the aura of a king
standing above all living things, the kind that made every creature want to bow down and worship.
It circled once in midair, then threw back its head and let out another long cry. The dragon''s voice shook heaven and earth, spread across all of Saintlight Real, and even reached the town at the foot of the mountain.
The whole mountaintop went dead still.
Every eye widened as people stared at the scene in front of them, unable to ept what they were seeing.
Some stood there with their mouths hanging wide open, like their jaws were about to fall off.
Some had both legs shaking so hard they could barely stay upright.
Some were hit so hard by that dragon pressure that they cked out on the spot, foam spilling from their mouths.
That golden dragon shadow, that terrifying dragon pressure... what kind of bloodline was this?
In the legends of the immortal world, bloodline ranks were divided into six major cultivation levels: Mortal Grade, Spirit Grade, Earth Grade, Heaven Grade, Sacred Grade, and Divine Grade.
And above those six major levels, there was one more legendary bloodline said to exist only in ancient records—the Royal Bloodline.
The Five-wed Golden Dragon was the emperor among the dragon race, the symbol of supreme authority and power.
Anyone who carried the Five-wed Golden Dragon Bloodline was born
one of heaven''s favored. Their cultivation speed could leap forward by the day, they would stand unmatched among those of the
Samera and they could even
challenge above their level and look down on the masses.
"Five-wed Golden Dragon... it''s the Five-wed Golden Dragon Bloodline!"
No one knew who shouted it first, but the voice came out shaking and feverish.
That one cry was like a spark thrown into a powder keg, and the entire square exploded.
Shouts of rm, frantic discussion, and the sounds of people dropping to their knees crashed together from every side. Everyone there had been stunned by a sight none of them had ever seen before.