What shattered was not the Innate Spirit Treasure – Golden Crow Celestial Eye, but rather the cursed Celestial Eye mark imprinted on Yi Tianxing's body.
This mark was the direct medium of the curse—the very origin of it within his body. Now, under the infusion of vast True Solar Fire, and the forced suppression by the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Pagoda, the solar fire was completely bound within the Celestial Eye mark. As more and more True Solar Fire accumulated, it finally collapsed—or rather, sublimated—undergoing an incredible transformation.
In the instant of collapse, all the True Solar Fire exploded violently, yet did not disperse. The Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Pagoda suppressed it once again, compressing the explosion back inward. It seemed as if the eruption had been retracted. Suddenly, all of it condensed into a single, divine golden point of light—a unique essence. And within this point, was a trace of pure Solar Law essence.
This essence was distinct from True Solar Fire. It was purer, more divine.
Even more astonishing, this essence formed a profound bond with Yi Tianxing, drawing upon his essence, spirit, and blood to fuse into one—and transformed into a single drop of golden blood. Within this drop resided the awe-inspiring majesty of the sun. Even a wisp of its aura could crush all things, exuding an unmatched air of supremacy.
"This drop of blood... it's on par with divine blood. Sacred blood."
Yi Tianxing couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe. He had never imagined that forcibly suppressing the curse with all his might would lead to such a transformation. The cursed Golden Crow Eye was now seemingly completely refined.
Shua!
The golden drop of divine blood immediately shot into his heart, integrating seamlessly. In the next moment, all the blood in his heart was absorbed by this divine blood drop, as though it were a bottomless pit. In a blink, the immense volume of blood within him reversed flow, rushing toward it. In the span of a breath, Yi Tianxing's entire body contained nothing but this single drop of golden blood. Not a drop more.
"This divine blood... has become the origin of my bloodline."
He watched, stunned, as the divine blood transformed. All of it occurred naturally—he hadn't interfered in the slightest.
He instinctively understood: this drop of divine blood represented a bloodline—a hereditary bloodline. Born from the curse, refined and transformed, it was a mystical, unparalleled essence, holding immense potential for inheritance. More than just power, this was legacy.
Bloodline inheritance is the basis of reproduction—passed from parent to child, generation after generation.
From father to son, to grandson!
In each generation, the features passed down become increasingly diluted, yet still traceable. And if a child looked nothing like the ancestor... well, questions might arise.
This is the essence of bloodline inheritance.
Of course, the bloodline of a powerful being differs vastly from that of the weak.
For cultivators, real inheritance is not just appearance. It's the extension of divine abilities, unique physiques, or even the awakening of innate abilities—a sacred transmission from one's ancestors.
Top-tier bloodlines allow descendants to inherit divine apertures (命窍), without even needing cultivation pills or methods. As the bloodline matures, so too do the divine apertures awaken naturally, granting innate abilities from the start.
This is an overwhelming advantage. Winning from the moment of birth.
Many ancient clans that have endured for thousands of years all possess such potent bloodline inheritances.
However, over time, bloodline power tends to dilute, unless the descendants also reach the pinnacle and awaken deeper layers of the ancestral power—thus continuing the legacy.
This is the reason behind the saying: "The strong grow stronger."
By normal standards, with Yi Tianxing's current cultivation realm, he should not be able to pass on his divine apertures or physique. But now, due to the unique opportunity provided by the Celestial Eye curse, he had refined a bloodline origin in advance.
A stroke of destiny for him—and for his future descendants, a supreme blessing.
"Since I've forged a bloodline origin, I cannot waste this chance. I must merge my divine apertures into it."
Understanding the transformation occurring within him, Yi Tianxing made a swift decision. With a single thought, he separated traces of origin essence from each divine aperture and infused them into the drop of divine blood.
The Sea of Consciousness aperture, the Cauldron aperture, the Yin-Yang Eyes, the Gushing Spring aperture, the Dantian aperture... all his divine apertures merged into the bloodline origin.
The golden divine blood gradually turned into a violet-gold hue.
"The Gourmet Cell—fuse it too."
Among all, what he valued most was his Gourmet Cell bloodline. If this ability could be passed down, his descendants would be born with the foundation of strength. Their physical bodies would be incredibly powerful from birth. As long as they continued tasting delicacies, they could grow stronger—becoming natural-born body refiners.
Even the weakest descendant could become mighty through food.
This was the root of the Yi Clan's eternal legacy.
He poured all of his accumulated power and essence into that violet-gold drop of divine blood—his inheritance blood.
Suddenly, the bloodline began to emanate mysterious Daoist runes, fusing fully into his heart.
Thump!
Thump!!
A mighty heartbeat echoed through his chest, like a war drum rumbling. The violet-gold divine blood sat within the heart, and with each throb, powerful new blood surged outward, filling the empty vessels.
But this time, the blood was not crimson—it was crimson laced with gold, shimmering with a divine light. Just one glance could tell it carried boundless, miraculous power.
Heaven and earth vitality flowed naturally into this blood, enriching its life force and strength.
The Daoist essence within the divine blood spread through every corner of his body. In mere seconds, his blood vessels were full, and his qi and blood skyrocketed at an unimaginable rate.
The speed was terrifyingly fast.
Suddenly, a triple cauldron resonance thundered within him.
Three Cauldrons of the Yellow Realm—his physical strength now equated to 30 million catties.
In the cultivation world, strength beyond a million catties is measured in dragons—One Dragon Power = one million catties. This standard, based on the adult true dragon's strength, is widely accepted.
So, 30 million catties equaled 30 Dragon Power.
And just a few breaths later, a fourth resonance sounded.
His strength reached 40 Dragon Power, then soared again—stopping only at 45 Dragon Power.
Refinement Realm – Four Cauldrons of the Yellow Realm!
This was the transformation brought by awakening a bloodline origin—a monumental rebirth of the flesh.
"How wondrous... This drop of divine blood is my bloodline origin—my True Blood Essence."
"The more True Blood Essence I accumulate, the purer and stronger my bloodline becomes. Refining this True Blood Essence is itself a process of body refinement. Once it completely replaces my ordinary blood, I'll undergo a fundamental metamorphosis—becoming a Sacred Body."
"The target is the number of one yuan: 129,600 drops of True Blood Essence."
Yi Tianxing pondered silently.
This was no small task. The refinement of True Blood Essence was directly tied to one's physical cultivation. The stronger the body, the more vigorous the qi and blood, the faster the refinement process.
What's more, this new True Blood Essence was deeply connected to the Golden Crow Celestial Eye. It carried the essence of the sun's Daoist rhythm, subtly linking Yi Tianxing with the solar forces of the void. Rays of solar power now naturally entered his body, blending into his blood, refining his flesh and bones.
Drip—!
Thanks to his profound foundation, the second drop of violet-gold True Blood soon condensed, resting beside the first. Both pulsed with divine light, threads of law chains crisscrossing within them.
"Linked to the sun... infused with all my divine aperture origins... this is a bloodline beyond imagination. A bloodline of my own—a unique lineage. Once complete, it will be an unmatched Divine Body, a peerless Sacred Physique. It must have a name..."
A flash of inspiration lit Yi Tianxing's mind.
This was his bloodline. He was the Progenitor. It would be passed down through the ages.
It deserved a name worthy of its legacy.
He looked toward his wives.