The moment Xiao Yan closed his eyes.
The sea breeze seemed to freeze in that instant, and even the sound of waves crashing against the reefs became distant and blurred.
Han Xuanji also discovered that the rules of this world seemed to be on the verge of being assimilated by his opponent; let alone stopping or interrupting the casting, even moving had become difficult.
Xiao Yan, meanwhile, was immersed in his own world, remaining motionless.
Time seemed to stand still.
Like a giant beast that had slumbered for countless eons, it slowly opened its eyes in the darkness. Xiao Yan opened his eyes, his gaze clearer than ever before.
He no longer suppressed it, letting the spirituality deep within his bloodline awaken, allowing it to surge through his entire body like a tide, completely fusing with his spiritual power, Dao Laws, and Physical Body.
It was a sensation of fluidity he had never experienced before, as if a riverbed blocked for countless years had been suddenly cleared, allowing the long-accumulated torrent to burst forth.
A roar erupted from Xiao Yan's throat.
It was not a simple scream, but a sound carrying an ancient echo, as if another voice was resonating with his own.
In the the void behind him, a tall figure slowly condensed and took shape.
The figure was entirely golden with a blurred face, yet it radiated an indescribable majesty. Just by standing there, it made the air across the entire island grow heavy.
Xiao Yan understood; from the day he was born, he had known that he was different from others. That difference was not a gap in talent, but a difference in essence.
The will of a Holy King flowed through his bloodline; that will was protecting him, and also shaping him invisibly.
Every path he walked and every choice he made was being subtly influenced by that power. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to distinguish which was his own will and which was the lingering echo of that ancestor within his bloodline.
So he suppressed it, resisted it, and locked it deep within his soul, telling himself:
"I will reach the peak relying on my own strength, not on the gifts of my ancestors."
But at this moment, he suddenly understood one thing.
That power was his to begin with. It was not an external object, nor a gift, but a part of his life. The more he resisted, the more he rendered his own power incomplete.
He had been fighting others with one hand, stubbornly refusing to extend the other.
"Do not hold back; give it everything you have."
And Han Xuanji's words were like a hammer, shattering the final shackle in his heart.
Accompanying the manifestation of the Holy King's phantom.
Han Xuanji's breath hitched slightly.
It was not pressure, but an instinctive oppression brought about by a higher-level existence overlooking this world.
His body tightened slightly under that oppression, and his ten Great Dao Laws operated simultaneously, attempting to counteract that suppression.
But that power was too overbearing, as if it shared the same source as the heavens and earth, and the same root as the Dao.
His Profound Heaven Power, for the first time, showed signs of being inadequate in the face of this power.
On the external light screen, this scene was clearly presented to every spectator.
The entire spectator stand fell into a dead silence for an instant, before erupting into an unprecedented uproar.
"What is that?"
"Behind Yan Xiao... that is a phantom!"
"What is happening here?"
Shock, discussion, and exclamation swept through the entire stand like a tsunami.
Those who previously thought "Yan Xiao only made it to the finals because of good luck" all shut their mouths at this moment.
On the high platform, a well-informed representative of a major force finally stood up, their voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"This is the power of the Saint King Bloodline... a genuine Saint King Bloodline!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the high platform was immediately in an uproar.
Those powerhouses at the Eternal True God rank could hardly remain calm at this moment.
What does the Saint King Bloodline signify?
It means being a born Sage, and it means that stepping into the Sage Lord Realm is only a matter of time.
Such a figure would be the core cultivation target in any faction.
A Cultivator possessing the Saint King Bloodline coming to participate in the Qianhun City Law Conference?
This is simply a dimensional strike.
"Although Han Xuanji is strong, facing the Saint King Bloodline..."
Someone shook their head and sighed:
"One can only say, his luck is bad."
"Indeed, this is not a gap in strength; the Saint King Bloodline carries an inherent Dao suppression, which is almost unsolvable within the same Realm."
"What a pity. If it were a different Law Conference, Han Xuanji would surely be the champion. But in this one, such an existence has appeared."
Hun Qianxue heard these discussions, and his heart immediately sank to the bottom.
He certainly knew what the Saint King Bloodline signified; that kind of power could not be compensated for by hard work alone.
He looked at Han Xuanji's still-upright figure on the light screen, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.
Worry, and also a trace of profound helplessness.
In his view, Han Xuanji reaching this point was entirely the result of his own hard work. Although losing to the Saint King Bloodline was not shameful, it was just too regrettable.
Elder Meng sat in the main seat, his face still revealing no joy or anger.
His gaze rested on Han Xuanji, not moving for a long time.
The appearance of the Saint King Bloodline was also somewhat unexpected for him.
He naturally knew Xiao Yan's true identity and background, but he did not know that Xiao Yan was actually the Son of God of Da Sheng, a Inheritance inheritor of the Saint King Bloodline.
This Inheritance inheritor of the Saint King Bloodline coming to participate in a Law Conference of this level was, in itself, a form of "cheating."
But the rules did not prohibit Bloodline Power, so he could not say anything.
He felt some worry in his heart.
The Saint King Bloodline should have nothing to do with their Great Dao Association.
If Han Xuanji were to tarnish his Dao Heart because of losing to the Saint King Bloodline at the Law Conference, that would be the greatest loss.
"I hope this child can hold on..."
Elder Meng thought to himself.
Wang Chong sat in a corner of the spectator stand, his gaze never leaving the light screen from start to finish. He watched the Holy King phantom behind Xiao Yan, watching the unprecedented relief and determination on Xiao Yan's face, and an indescribable sense of gratification welled up in his heart.
This kid had finally stepped over that hurdle.
He had given up his status as a Son of God, but he had not given up the power of a Son of God.
He had chosen his own path, but he had not denied his own bloodline.
This kind of realization was more important than any victory.
"Han Xuanji..."
Wang Chong's gaze fell upon the figure in the green shirt:
"This is also thanks to you."
It was not in vain that he had pushed for the holding of this Law Conference. Honestly, although he had favored Han Xuanji before, he had not expected Han Xuanji to give him such a big surprise.
In his original conception, the one to face Xiao Yan in the final battle would be either Ling Cang or Song Tiancheng.
However, looking at Han Xuanji's straight back, he was somewhat surprised.
Han Xuanji was actually able to withstand this Holy King pressure?
Even if it was only an extremely weak Holy King pressure, Han Xuanji didn't seem to be too affected?
Above the island, Xiao Yan slowly raised his head, golden light swirling in his pupils.
His voice became steady and clear, carrying an unprecedented certainty.
"Brother Han, this is my final power. I will not hold back from now on."
At this moment, Xiao Yan did not realize that Han Xuanji did not seem to be affected by the Holy King pressure, merely thinking that it should be so.
Han Xuanji looked at him and was silent for a moment. His robes rustled under the pressure of the Holy King phantom, but his back remained straight, and his gaze remained calm.
The Holy King pressure was certainly formidable; if it were any other Cultivator, they would likely have already been forced into mental collapse and exhaustion by this pressure.
But for him, it had actually only affected him at the very beginning, causing him to lose focus for a few breaths.
After all.
Xiao Yan had just opened his.
But he, on the other hand, had never closed his.