Chapter 8: Awakening of the Primordial Blood
Chapter 8: Awakening of the Primordial Blood
In the depths of his consciousness, Xiao Chen stood before a boundless golden ocean—endless, ancient, and oppressive.
Far below, a colossal dragon coiled through the divine waters, its vast form radiating primordial majesty. Golden eyes, older than time, fixed upon him with disdain.
> “Mortal,” the dragon’s voice boomed like a judgment from the heavens, “you dare absorb the blood of a Primordial Dragon? You are unworthy!”
The sheer weight of its presence crushed down on his soul. Before he could respond, a golden storm erupted from the ocean’s heart, its fury aimed to obliterate him.
Xiao Chen’s soul shook.
> “No! I will not be defeated!”
He gritted his teeth and roared back, igniting the Heavenly Dragon Refining Art. Soul force surged into the storm, clashing against the dragon’s overwhelming will.
Thunder cracked through the golden sea.
The battle had begun.
Winds screamed. Currents raged. The ocean itself churned under the pressure of their wills—one mortal, one divine.
> “Kneel before me, worm!”
The command struck like divine lightning. Xiao Chen’s knees buckled. His consciousness flickered beneath the suffocating pressure.
Then—within the maelstrom—a silhouette emerged.
Long Tianyi.
The Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal.
His phantom blazed with celestial might, his defiant voice echoing through the chaos:
> “The heavens do not decide my fate. I do.”
Xiao Chen’s heart surged with unshakable will. The immortal’s spirit resonated within him, igniting a fire even the storm could not extinguish.
He rose.
And with that rise, the tides turned.
His soul roared, pushing back against the dragon’s wrath. The ocean calmed. The pressure eased.
The titanic beast narrowed its eyes. Then, slowly, its vast form dissolved, melting into Xiao Chen’s very essence.
> “Hmph… you are bold,” it rumbled. “I shall allow you to carry my power. But you must prove yourself worthy.”
> 【Primordial Dragon Blood Essence—Successfully Subjugated!】
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Xiao Chen’s body convulsed violently.
The transformation began.
His meridians reformed, no longer mortal threads but golden conduits, pulsing with yin-yang energy of divine purity. Molten gold surged through his veins—each drop brimming with supreme vitality. Every heartbeat echoed like a war drum, rebuilding his martial foundation from the ashes.
Bones cracked, reshaping into divine relics. Muscles tore and rewove themselves into unbreakable cords of strength. The Yin-Yang Diagram spun furiously behind him, fusing with his soul.
Then—it happened.
His physique changed.
His affinity for yin-yang energy soared to unprecedented levels. He had awakened a forbidden legacy:
> The Heavenly Yin-Yang Devouring Physique.
He could now absorb and refine all energy that dared draw near.
But this power came at a price.
The process was agony. For hours, his body endured the cruel refinement—each second testing the limits of his spirit and flesh.
When it finally ceased, Xiao Chen lay broken, golden cracks streaking across his body. His flesh trembled under the weight of the energy within. Each breath was a struggle against collapse.
And then—
> THUD!
His body went limp.
Unconsciousness swallowed him.
High above, the golden dragon lingered, watching in silence. Its ancient eyes narrowed.
> “He survived…”
A low snort followed, tinged with reluctant approval.
> “Not bad, boy. But this is only the beginning.”
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Somewhere within the stillness of the chamber, Xiao Chen stirred.
His eyes opened slowly.
The first thing he felt wasn’t pain—but power. Raw, untamed, and endless. It surged through him, humming in his blood, roaring in his bones.
> “Unbelievable…”
His voice carried weight it hadn’t before. Authority. Depth. Resonance.
He clenched his fists. Power rippled through his fingers. He could feel it—every inch of him had changed.
His gaze lifted—and met the dragon’s.
The ancient beast still hovered above, its eyes unreadable, its form radiating quiet dominance.
Xiao Chen bowed deeply.
> “This junior thanks Senior for this great gift.”
The dragon gave a slow nod—neither warm nor cold. Simply… acknowledgment.
But then—something stirred.
A ripple within.
A force, alien yet familiar, surged from deep inside. His body tensed. His eyes shifted toward the dragon’s mirror-like gaze.
And froze.
The reflection was not his own.
It was something else.
Someone else.
A figure of otherworldly majesty stared back—a being wreathed in cosmic authority.
His black hair had grown long, cascading down his back like the star-strewn night sky. Within those strands, tiny motes of light shimmered—like galaxies trapped in ink.
His eyes were golden abysses, infinite in depth. Constellations flickered within them, birthing and devouring galaxies in silent eternity.
Two horns had emerged—one obsidian, one ivory—radiating yin and yang. They pulsed with cosmic equilibrium, raw and unfiltered.
Jade-white claws glinted at his fingertips, etched with runes that devoured light. Along his chest, shoulders, and arms, crystalline scales shimmered—white as heaven’s bone, marked with shifting black patterns alive with immortal essence.
Even his aura had changed.
It no longer belonged to a mortal.
It no longer belonged to this world.
He staggered back, breath caught in his throat.
> “W-What… is this…?”
The dragon’s eyes gleamed.
> “You are now touched by the Primordial Bloodline. What you see… is a glimpse of your true form—born from the power you forced me to yield.”
Xiao Chen’s voice was hoarse, yet resolute.
> “Senior… how do I return to normal?”
The dragon’s chuckle rumbled through the chamber.
> “Your mortal shell remains. But until you master this power, your true nature will bleed through when your control slips. Learn this—without restraint, it will consume you.”
Its gaze sharpened.
> “Close your eyes.”
Xiao Chen obeyed.
> “Now… feel it. The blood in your veins. The power. Do not fight it—command it. Bend it. Own it.”
With a deep breath, he focused inward.
Chaos met him.
A maelstrom of power roared through his soul, but he pressed back with will forged from battle and suffering. Slowly—agonizingly—the horns receded. The scales faded. The claws dulled. His golden eyes returned to their mortal hue.
He opened his eyes.
And saw himself once more.
The dragon gave a subtle nod.
> “Good. You are not as weak-willed as I feared. But remember—this bloodline is now part of you. In moments of crisis… it will awaken, whether you wish it to or not.”
Xiao Chen drew a steady breath.
The transformation had receded, but the power remained.
He could feel it in his bones.
In his blood.
In his soul.
His fists clenched.
His path had changed forever.
He was no longer merely a genius of the Xiao Family—a peak Grade Two influence.
No.
Even the monsters of Grade Five sects would tremble before what he had become.
He had transcended the bloodlines of mortals.
He had touched the power of the ancients.
And this… was only the beginning.