Graylen

"A legendary powerhouse of Tianwu Continent - Qin Chen, once fell from grace in the Martial Realm due to betrayal by a close friend. Three centuries later, he reincarnated into the body of a bullied illegitimate son of a noble prince. Utilizing his profound knowledge from his past life, he cultivated spiritual power, refined divine pills, defied the heavens, and rose to power with unstoppable force. Thus began his awe-inspiring journey to reclaim glory, a legendary odyssey that would shake the entire continent to its core."

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Martial Cultivation Realms
Human Level → Earth Level → Heaven Level → Mystic Level →Martial Ancestor → Martial Venerable → Martial King →Martial Sovereign → Martial Emperor →Mortal Saint → Earth Saint → Heavenly Saint → Saint Lord →Human Paragon → Earth Paragon → Heaven Paragon → Supreme Paragon →Transcendent Realm
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Sub Realm Progression
Quasi-[Realm] → Initial Stage → Initial Peak →Middle Stage → Middle Peak → Late Stage → Late Peak

God of War Dominates

Qin Chen's fingers danced across the Celestial Bloodline Apparatus. The machine hummed to life, its crystalline surfaces shimmering with prismatic light. He sat cross-legged, breath steady, as the device's probing energies washed over him.

His veins remained dark. No ancestral echoes. No dormant power.

"Impossible…" Cold dread coiled in his gut. Even the weakest bloodline should flicker beneath this apparatus' scrutiny. Yet his body lay barren—a desert without oasis.

Have I truly been cursed with emptiness?

Memories of his past life's betrayal clawed at him. Wind Shaoyu's blade. Shangguan Xi'er's mocking smile. No. Teeth gritted, he channeled the Nine Star Divine Emperor Art to its limits.

Blood Forbidden Art

Crimson sigils flared across his skin as forbidden techniques tore through his meridians. Pain—white-hot and purifying—flooded his senses. The apparatus screeched in protest, its sensors overloaded.

Qin Chen lunged for it mentally, a starved hawk diving for prey. The flicker darted, elusive, until—

The ancient sword in his consciousness rang out.

He floated in an azure void, lightning weaving a cathedral around him. Each bolt sang with primordial fury, yet none struck him—they were him.

High above the capital, the sky ruptured.

A web of lightning lit the heavens, painting day as night. Nobles cowered. Soldiers dropped weapons. Even the palace's protective arrays flickered helplessly.

Within the Bloodline Sanctuary's restricted chamber, Qin Chen's eyes snapped open—pupils crackling with contained tempests.

Chapter 29: Thunderblood Awakening