Chapter 8: Awakening of the Primordial Blood
Chapter 8: Awakening of the Primordial Blood
Suddenly, in his mind's eye, Xiao Chen found himself standing before an endless golden ocean—a vast sea of boundless power and ancient authority.
In the depths of the ocean, a titanic, ethereal dragon coiled its massive body, its glowing golden eyes locking onto him with disdain.
"Mortal! You dare absorb the blood of a Primordial Dragon? You are unworthy!"
The dragon's voice thundered with boundless arrogance, its sheer presence pressing down on Xiao Chen's soul like the will of the heavens.
Without warning, a terrifying golden storm erupted, surging forth to annihilate his very existence!
"No! I will not be defeated!"
Gritting his teeth, Xiao Chen forced himself to invoke the Heavenly Dragon Refining Art.
"Submit to me!"
As the technique roared to life, his soul force surged into the golden ocean, clashing violently against the Primordial Dragon's will. The air trembled as the ocean churned—a battle of wills erupting between man and beast.
Yet, the dragon's resistance was overwhelming.
The golden storm intensified, battering Xiao Chen's soul with the wrath of an ancient deity.
"Kneel before me, worm!"
His knees buckled, and his consciousness wavered beneath the suffocating pressure. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a faint image appeared within the storm—Long Tianyi, the Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal, his heaven-defying will echoing through the ocean.
"The heavens do not decide my fate. I do!"
A surge of indomitable will burst forth from Xiao Chen's heart, resonating with the immortal's phantom.
Summoning every ounce of strength, he pushed back against the dragon's oppressive will, forcing it to acknowledge his existence.
Gradually, the raging golden ocean calmed, the titanic dragon's gaze narrowing. With a low rumble, the ancient beast slowly faded, its vast form dissolving into Xiao Chen's very being.
"Hmph… you are bold. I shall allow you to carry my power, mortal. But you must prove yourself worthy."
[Primordial Dragon Blood Essence—Successfully Subjugated!]
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Xiao Chen's real body trembled violently as the blood essence fully merged with him.
The transformation began immediately.
His shattered meridians reformed—but they were no longer the same. They became golden conduits, capable of channeling boundless yin-yang energy with divine fluidity. Molten gold surged through his veins, every drop of blood brimming with supreme vitality. Each heartbeat released waves of ancient power, strengthening his martial foundation beyond mortal limits.
His entire skeleton cracked apart, reforming as divine bones infused with celestial resilience. Muscles tore and re-knitted, each fiber woven with super natural strength. The Yin-Yang Diagram behind him spun rapidly, embedding itself deep within his soul.
His affinity with yin-yang energy soared and he obtained 'the Heavenly Yin Yang Devouring Physique' granting him the ability to devour and refine all forms of power that dared approach him.
The excruciating refinement raged on for hours, every moment testing the limits of his endurance.
By the time it ended, Xiao Chen's body was covered in golden cracks, his flesh barely able to contain the overwhelming power within. His chest rose and fell weakly, his entire being hanging by a thread.
And then—
"THUD!"
His body went limp, collapsing to the ground as unconsciousness claimed him.
High above, the golden dragon watched in silence.
"He survived…"
A rare glint of approval flickered in those ancient eyes.
"Hmph. Not bad, boy. But this is only the beginning..."
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A deep, steady breath echoed through the ancient chamber.
Xiao Chen's eyelids trembled before slowly fluttering open.
The first thing he noticed was the sheer surge of power coursing through his veins. Every inch of his body pulsed with boundless vitality, as though he had shed his mortal shell and stepped into a new existence.
"Unbelievable…"
His voice, though familiar, carried a deeper resonance—an indescribable authority that hadn't been there before.
Clenching his fists, he felt the power ripple through his fingers, his once frail body now a vessel of unimaginable strength. He could sense it—his bones, his meridians, his blood… everything had transformed.
His gaze slowly lifted—only to meet the golden dragon's massive form looming above him. Those radiant eyes regarded him with an unreadable expression, their depths as ancient as the stars themselves.
Realizing the transformation was due to the dragon's blood essence, Xiao Chen cupped his fists and bowed deeply, his tone filled with reverence.
"This junior thanks Senior for this great gift."
A low rumble echoed as the golden dragon nodded ever so slightly, the gesture neither warm nor cold—merely an acknowledgment of Xiao Chen's survival.
Yet, just as Xiao Chen straightened, a strange sensation rippled through his body. An alien force surged within, foreign yet intimately connected.
His gaze instinctively shifted toward the dragon's mirror-like eyes.
What he saw left him frozen.
In the reflection, Xiao Chen no longer saw the young man he once was.
Instead, staring back was a being of otherworldly majesty and terrifying power.
His black hair had grown long, cascading wildly down his back like an untamed night sky. But within that darkness, countless flickers of light shimmered—distant stars scattered across a cosmic void.
His eyes—no longer those of a determined young cultivator—had transformed into golden pools of infinite depth. Within them, constellations flickered and swirled, birthing and destroying entire galaxies in an instant.
Above his head, two curved horns had emerged—one black, one white—each pulsing with opposing yet harmonious energies. They radiated the very essence of the Yin-Yang Dao, an extension of cosmic law itself.
His nails had elongated into razor-sharp claws, pristine as the purest jade, edged with dark runes that devoured the very light around them.
And upon his shoulders, arms, and chest, pristine white scales emerged—each adorned with delicate black patterns that shifted and flowed, alive with immortal essence.
This was no ordinary transformation.
Even his aura had changed—transcending the mortal realm. It carried a Ancient presence so vast, so profound, it felt as if the very heavens had taken notice.
Staggering back, Xiao Chen's breath caught in his throat.
"W-What… is this…?"
The golden dragon observed him calmly, as if having expected this very reaction.
"Hmph. You are now touched by the bloodline of a Primordial Dragon, boy. What you see is but a glimpse of your true form—born from the power you forced me to surrender."
Xiao Chen turned his trembling gaze toward the dragon, his voice hoarse yet steady.
"Senior… how do I return to normal?"
The dragon chuckled, a deep sound filled with ancient wisdom and faint amusement.
"Your mortal form remains within you. But until you master this power, it will emerge whenever your control falters. Learn this well—without restraint, your true nature will bleed through."
The dragon's eyes gleamed.
"Close your eyes."
Xiao Chen obeyed, his galaxy-filled eyes slowly shutting.
"Now… feel the blood surging through your veins. Feel the transformation within. Do not fight it—command it. Suppress it. Shape it. Bend it to your will."
With a deep breath, Xiao Chen focused inward. The chaotic power raged like a storm, but he gritted his teeth and pressed down with unyielding will.
Slowly—agonizingly—the horns began to recede, the scales faded, his claws shrank, and his eyes returned to their original dark luster.
When he opened his eyes, his mortal form had returned.
The golden dragon gave a subtle nod.
"Good. You are not as weak-willed as I feared. But remember this—your bloodline is now part of you. In moments of great danger… it will awaken, whether you wish it or not."
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen felt a wave of relief… yet deep within, unease lingered.
Clenching his fists tightly, he could feel it—the power, the boundless potential now residing in his flesh and blood.
His path was forever changed.
He was no longer merely the so-called genius of the Xiao Family, a peak Grade 2 influence.
No—even the geniuses of Grade 5 influences would pale in comparison now.
He had become something far more ancient… something beyond the comprehension of mortals.
And this… this was only the first step toward his true destiny.