The grades of Bloodlines were clear and absolute—Soldier, Commander, General, King, Emperor, and finally, Ancestor.
According to what Ethan knew, Ancestor Grade Bloodlines stood at the very peak. They were the strongest of all, and once awakened, they would shape the destiny of an entire clan or race.
Whether it was for Demons or Humans, Bloodlines were of utmost importance. They did not just determine talent; they directly enhanced battle prowess and even the survivability of cultivators in life-and-death situations.
That was why the Night Grass he had just received after Zepharis's breakthrough to the Demon Core Realm carried such terrifying significance. It wasn't just a rare herb—it was something that could alter the entire fate of the Night Demon race.
'I think I finally understand the reason why the Night Demons fell to become one of the weakest races.'
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he recalled the description of the plant.
