"Not a Divine Physique?"
Furina fell silent for a moment, then suddenly understood.
"So it's a special constitution that's on par with a Divine Physique? Like Senior Shenhe's Solar Yin Body?"
But Jiang Yan shook his head again.
"Neuvillette has no constitution at all. In fact—he doesn't even have a spirit root."
The hall instantly went quiet.
No constitution… no spirit root?
Then how was he supposed to cultivate?
For a moment, Furina felt like she had been taken on an emotional rollercoaster. She was just about to offer Neuvillette some awkward consolation—
Until she met his eyes.
Calm. Composed. Confident.
Furina froze.
No constitution. No spirit root.
But… that didn't necessarily mean he wasn't a genius.
Jiang Yan smiled approvingly at Neuvillette's tranquil bearing.
"In the cultivation world, the mainstream path uses spirit roots. Among them, Heavenly Spirit Roots are the strongest—as Peak Master Zhongli and the others know."
"Next come special constitutions—those born with them walk a smooth path to immortality and excel in various aspects."
"For example, Keqing's Sword Body lets her unleash sword power far beyond ordinary cultivators."
"Constitution-type geniuses do not rely on spirit roots. Their limits are the Divine Physiques—like Klee's."
"It is said that anyone born with a Divine Physique is destined to become an immortal."
"Throughout history, aside from a few who died prematurely, nearly all Divine Physique holders ascended."
"Klee's previous Crimson Emperor Sun-Burning Body belonged to our Mount Shu ancestor, Xuanxi, a Golden Immortal."
"These two categories—spirit root prodigies and constitution prodigies—are the most famous in the cultivation world."
"But there is a third category… far rarer than both."
"—Bloodline inheritors."
Even Neuvillette blinked at that, visibly confused.
"Bloodline…?"
As the Hydro Sovereign, he had died once in ancient times. Having reincarnated, many memories remained sealed.
Bloodline? What did that have to do with him?
The Seven Sovereigns were pure elemental lifeforms.
Bloodline sounded impossible.
"So Neuvillette is… a legendary bloodline inheritor?"
Furina asked thoughtfully.
Jiang Yan nodded.
"Correct. And not just any bloodline—one of the strongest. The Ancient Violet-Gold Dragon Clan."
"That's impossible. Aren't the Seven Sovereigns pure elemental beings?"
Focalors stared at Neuvillette, baffled as to where he suddenly acquired "parents."
But Neuvillette looked just as confused.
"The Seven Sovereigns? Then you are the Water Sovereign of ancient times?"
Venti asked with interest.
The moment Neuvillette appeared, Venti had sensed something unusual—an aura similar to the Archons, but more ancient, more noble.
This revelation only confirmed it.
The Archons borrowed their authority from the Seven Sovereigns.
Strictly speaking, the Archons were thieves.
But Venti couldn't care less.
He never used his Gnosis anyway, nor did he uphold any so-called divine responsibilities.
He was a spirit of the Thousand Winds—born from the winds of time itself.
Zhongli was mildly surprised too, but after a glance, he withdrew his attention.
He had already stepped onto the immortal path.
Dragon kings, Heavenly Principles—none of that mattered to someone who only sought the Dao.
"The Water Sovereign died in ancient times," Neuvillette answered calmly. "I am simply the one reborn."
"But in my memories, I clearly recall being born of elemental law and authority, not through parental lineage."
"How can I possess the Violet-Gold Dragon bloodline? Master, did you misjudge?"
Jiang Yan only smiled and lifted a finger.
A strand of violet qi entered Neuvillette's Niwan Palace.
A moment later—
Something stirred inside him.
Not in his soul—
But in the very essence of his existence.
A spark of ancient brilliance blossomed above his head.
Then—
A roar tore through the worlds.
"What is that?!"
Focalors stared in shock.
Neuvillette raised his eyes—
And froze.
There, above him, was a pair of golden vertical pupils—majestic, overwhelming.
Behind them, violet-gold scales shimmered with primordial radiance.
To everyone else, the vision took the form of a colossal divine dragon.
Massive. Winged. Five-clawed. Surrounded by thunder and drifting clouds.
Antlers like carved jade adorned its head.
Its slightest movement rippled space.
But Neuvillette was no longer in the hall.
He had been pulled into an ancient, unfathomable realm.
Purple-gold filled the world.
Then—the "sky" moved.
Neuvillette's heart clenched.
It wasn't sky.
It was scales.
Each one as large as a continent.
The world inverted—twisting, collapsing—until everything around him vanished.
Only shadows remained.
And then—
A dragon that words could never describe appeared.
Between the two horns atop its head—
It held a sun.
A sun.
Cradled between its horns.
Countless worlds danced within the clouds and mists swirling around it.
Neuvillette understood instinctively:
Each shifting image was a world.
He didn't know how to describe such an existence.
A dragon that the worlds revolved around?
Then—
From the depths of his true being arose an indescribable sense of belonging.
He dropped to his knees.
In a language unknown to Teyvat, unknown to mortals, he spoke—
But he understood every word.
"Junior Neuvillette pays respects to the ancestor."
The divine dragon remained motionless.
After a long time, a voice reverberated through the cosmos.
"Good."
"Though the day of my fall shattered heaven and earth, my Violet-Gold Dragon Clan still left behind one descendant."
"This is the fortune of my clan."
"Child of my lineage—cultivate diligently. Ascend soon. Restore the glory of our Violet-Gold Dragon Clan."
"With that, this seat shall rest without regret."
Neuvillette spoke instinctively:
"This junior obeys the ancestor's command and will cultivate with all his strength!"
The moment the words fell, the world collapsed like dust.
Only the image of that colossal violet-gold dragon—embracing worlds—remained branded upon his heart.
He slowly returned to himself.
"We have… met," Neuvillette whispered.
Jiang Yan's voice cut gently through the silence.
"You saw him?"
Neuvillette nodded heavily.
"Thank you, Master."
"No need," Jiang Yan said. "It is your own bloodline."
Venti tilted his head.
"Master, what riddle were you two speaking in?"
Jiang Yan only chuckled.
"I merely allowed him to recognize his true self. Now… you surely believe you are of the Violet-Gold Dragon Clan?"
Neuvillette gave a bitter smile.
"I believe it. But… I fear I am unworthy of such expectations."
Jiang Yan set down his tea and looked outside.
"The Violet-Gold Dragon ancestor, Ao Run, was one of the five supreme dragon lords of the Immortal Realm. He governed the North Sea Dragon Palace—over three thousand great worlds."
"His cultivation… peak Taiyi."
"In the Immortal Realm, he was renowned—second only to the Da Luo."
"He existed since the dawn of the Immortal Realm itself."
"In short—the Violet-Gold Dragon Clan descends from him."
Furina stared at Neuvillette, stunned.
After a long silence, she muttered weakly:
"Neuvillette… you had this kind of background…?"
Neuvillette could only smile helplessly.
Jiang Yan continued:
"The Violet-Gold Dragons were unmatched. At their height, the five major dragon clans could stand against the Heavenly Court itself."
"And it was rumored that the Da Luo mighty one, Candle Dragon, had unclear ties with the dragon race."
"Together, the dragons were one of the great hegemonies of the Immortal Realm."
"Your blood comes from that lineage. Now, do you understand your potential?"
Everyone stared at Neuvillette with complicated expressions.
While the rest of them were struggling on the mortal path—
This man's background had already ascended to heaven.
Literally.
"But I still don't understand," Furina frowned. "Neuvillette is an elemental lifeform. How can he have ties to the Violet-Gold Dragon Clan?"
Jiang Yan smiled.
"Who told you the Violet-Gold Dragons reproduce with flesh?"
"Eh?"
Everyone blinked.
Jiang Yan explained:
"In the Immortal Realm, the birth of powerful beings often defies mortal imagination."
"A wisp of cloud may take form."
"A blade of wild grass may become immortal."
"A spark of fire. A mote of light. A drifting thought."
"These are called Innate Beings."
"Do not use mortal logic to interpret the cultivation world—much less the Immortal Realm."
"A single exchange of divine thoughts between two mighty beings can give birth to life."
"In the Immortal Realm, reproduction through flesh and blood is the lowest, most crude, most unremarkable method."
"Mortal morality cannot bind the cultivation world. Cultivator conventions do not apply to immortals."
"It has been so since ancient times. It will remain so."
Everyone was stunned.
Then—
Venti's eyes suddenly widened.
"Wait… does that mean even if two male immortals—"
Jiang Yan only smiled.
He didn't need to answer.
Venti already had his answer.
He felt a strange thrill.
Immortals were… truly something else.
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