As a supreme expert who once created two ninth-level techniques and could spar with Cosmic Gods, Dongbo Xueying had already made a decision about his cultivation path after intently sensing the profound mysteries of the rules in the Heart Realm Continent.
“According to my mother, the fetus in her womb is inherently weak?” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. “To think that even though my vitality as a fetus rivals that of a World God, I’m still considered weak? Moreover, my mother holds a low status in the estate, and her own strength is feeble. Her perspective shouldn’t be too broad. If even she says the fetus is weak, then it must truly be weak.”
“Hmm.”
“This Marquis Estate actually prepares spirit medicines for every fetus—clearly, they place great importance on the bloodline being born. In that case, I must make a stunning impression at birth! Born as a ‘heaven’s favored child,’ I’ll compel the entire Marquis Estate to invest fully in me. After that, even if I act a bit monstrous, it’ll be understandable.” Dongbo Xueying silently resolved.
He had to make himself a ‘heaven’s favored child.’
“Among the four paths I’m most familiar with, the one most similar between the Chaos Void and the Heart Realm Continent is the ‘Void.’ Cultivating the Void will be ten or even a hundred times easier.” Dongbo Xueying nodded inwardly. “This is the one.”
Moreover, Dongbo Xueying noticed something else—among the many latent bloodlines within his body, each had its own strengths, clearly blessings from his ancestors. Among them, there were a full eleven Void-type bloodlines, though all seemed rather weak. The most powerful of these eleven was even at the Cosmic God level.
Though extremely faint, this posed no problem for Dongbo Xueying!
“Judging by the bloodlines in my body, it seems my ancestors leaned toward fire,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “Unfortunately, I’m not skilled in fire. So, I’ll go with that Cosmic God-level Void bloodline!”
“This is the one.”
Dongbo Xueying decided—his bloodline cultivation path would awaken this faint, distant legacy of a Cosmic God, separated by countless generations within his body.
Time flowed.
Days passed, then months.
The fetus in the womb gradually grew stronger, naturally advancing to the World God stage. Its soul grew more powerful, its cultivation faster, and its comprehension of the Void bloodline deepened. Dongbo Xueying’s insights were so profound that his progress was nothing short of meteoric. Yet, he absorbed the world’s energy gently—though mild, it was unceasing. Every wisp of energy was flawlessly integrated into the fetus’s body, strengthening it continuously.
“I’ve been in my mother’s womb for three years now. Why does it feel like birth is still far off?” Dongbo Xueying wondered. “Just how long am I supposed to stay here?”
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In a remote courtyard of the Flaming Fire Marquis Estate.
Attended only by a disobedient maidservant, Rong Xinglan’s heart was filled with joy these days—because she saw hope.
“My child is growing so quickly.” Rong Xinglan caressed her belly, sensing the fetus’s aura growing stronger by the day. “By now, it must be at the Three Heavens World God level.”
“Mother, I stayed in your womb for fifteen years before being born. Given that my younger brother’s talent far surpasses mine, he’ll likely stay even longer.” The green-robed young woman beside her was also brimming with anticipation. In the Flaming Fire Marquis Estate, high-status descendants often had numerous wives, so even siblings might not recognize each other, let alone share close bonds.
Typically, those born of the same mother were the exception, forming strong ties. Due to certain secret arts, a woman could only bear two or three powerful children in her lifetime at most.
“Hmm. In my estimation, your brother might remain in the womb for over fifty years—perhaps even eighty.” Rong Xinglan’s eyes shone with hope, a light she hadn’t seen in her otherwise mediocre life. “He’ll be nurtured to perfection, able to drink even more of the Seven Stars Spirit Blossom Tea.”
The Seven Stars Spirit Blossom Tea was delivered once a year, a single bowl each time.
The longer the fetus stayed in the womb, the more it could drink—something the Marquis Estate actively encouraged, as prolonged gestation signaled greater potential and a stronger bloodline. Historically, the Flaming Fire Marquis Estate had seen children born as True Gods, and even those who gestated for a century or two, emerging as True God Monarchs.
In the Southcloud Nation, other princely and noble families had cases of children gestating for centuries, being born as Void Gods! In the Chaos Void where Dongbo Xueying originated, only the most monstrous of Void creatures were born as Void Gods.
“Your brother will likely be born a True God, cultivating even faster in the future.” The woman, Rong Xinglan, stroked her belly, her face radiant.
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In the ninth year of pregnancy.
Rong Xinglan was astonished to sense her fetus’s aura surge once more—reaching the True God level!
“He’s become a True God?” Rong Xinglan was ecstatic. “My son’s bloodline must be extraordinary.”
Though his father, Yingshan Liehu, was rather mediocre—merely a True God Monarch despite being a son of the Flaming Fire Marquis—and his mother, Rong Xinglan, was even weaker, only a World God, their child defied expectations.
Sometimes, bloodline inheritance would produce a sudden, explosive genius.
To Rong Xinglan, her son was clearly one such prodigy.
“Madam, the Seven Stars Spirit Blossom Tea from the estate has arrived.” Once again, the annual delivery arrived. The maidservant pushed open the courtyard gate, carrying a wooden tray, while an indifferent elder stood outside.
“My mother is tired. Bring it inside,” the green-robed young woman called from the doorway.
“Drink it in the courtyard!” The cold-faced elder outside snapped. The tea had to be consumed by the pregnant woman on the spot—this was the Marquis Estate’s rule. Given the low status of most women in the estate, many couldn’t afford even a single bowl in their lifetime. The estate feared they might hoard or sell it instead of drinking it.
Thus, they had to witness it being consumed.
“Yes.”
Though reluctant, Rong Xinglan stepped out. She quickly took the bowl, downed it in one gulp, and turned to re-enter the house.
“Halt!” the elder barked.
Rong Xinglan froze.
The elder’s expression darkened, and he turned to leave without another word.
Rong Xinglan and her daughter watched his retreating figure, their faces tense with worry.
“We’re in trouble. He noticed,” the young woman transmitted silently.
“I knew the moment I stepped out, there’d be no hiding it. That old man would definitely sense it.” Rong Xinglan gritted her teeth. The difference between a World God’s aura and a True God’s was vast. With the fetus now a True God and Rong Xinglan herself merely a World God, she couldn’t conceal its presence.
“Will the First Madam interfere?” the young woman fretted.
“Don’t fear! The Marquis Estate values every direct bloodline fetus. Any interference would be a grave crime!” Rong Xinglan clenched her fists. “Besides, I’ll fight to the death to protect my son.”
Rong Xinglan had lived half her life in mediocrity.
Once just an ordinary, weak woman in Flaming Fire City, she had endured being forcibly taken by a high-ranking noble and silently bore the First Madam’s abuse. But now, for the first time in her life, she bared her feeble fangs—to shield her child of boundless potential.
No one would destroy her son. Not on her watch.
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