Chapter Fifty-One: Zixiao Awakens

"Kovin, are we really going to make a move? That evil god from the East is not someone to be trifled with. Crimson Flame and the others were obliterated in a single encounter, and even Thomas suffered a heavy loss at his hands!"

As soon as Marshal Hawk left, the blonde woman immediately looked at the white-haired old man with deep worry and a grave expression.

"I am more aware of His terrifying nature than anyone else. To be honest, I have never encountered such a tricky enemy before, but we have no choice. From the very beginning, we were only forced to fight back. His target, from start to finish, has always been me!"

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness.

In fact, he was also puzzled as to how Liyang had discovered his existence and even actively tracked down his whereabouts.

Ever since he sensed someone probing into his movements, Corvinus had immediately grown vigilant. Over the past dozen centuries, he had used far too many identities, and his safehouses were countless.

His acute spiritual perception was what had allowed him to survive until now. Ever since he sensed Liyang's presence, an instinctive premonition had arisen in his heart that his doomsday was likely approaching.

He did not fear death, but he was unwilling to die like this.

Ever since the accident that occurred over a dozen centuries ago, he had lived in constant pain and remorse. That his two sons had turned into monsters was, in his view, his responsibility and an eternal pain in his heart. For all these years, he had been doing his utmost to make amends.

Yet until now, he had still found no way to restore them to their original forms. Because of this, for so many years, he had only dared to silently hide in the shadows, cleaning up their messes, never once showing his face to them.

"You don't need to be so pessimistic. What gods? In the eyes of ordinary people, we are gods too. Perhaps he is just a mutant, who knows? We should hurry and have Thomas return so we can discuss a countermeasures together. With the four of us joining forces, even if he is a true god, we are fully capable of slaying him."

Compared to the worry of the white-haired old man and the blonde woman, the middle-aged white man wore a confident expression.

"No... He is not a mutant. Although I have never seen a true god, the entity entrenched in London possesses an energy that has already surpassed the mortal dimension. The tier of His power gives me a faint sense of unease."

"If we truly cannot defeat Him when the time comes, I will risk my life to buy time for you. As for then, run as far as you possibly can."

Corvinus was not a mutant either; the origin of his abilities was not entirely clear even to him, as if the memories related to that period had been erased by some mysterious force.

However, his ability was extremely interesting—it could distinguish the strength of biological energy. If the Liyang of the past had only made him feel threatened, then now, every time he looked toward London, he experienced an inexplicable palpitation.

In truth, if he truly had a choice, he would not want to cross Liyang either. But he had no choice; his two sons were both in London now.

Moreover, he had a premonition that even if he wanted to flee, Liyang definitely had a way to find him. If that were the case, it would be much better to make a desperate stand now while he still had the capability, rather than dying a lingering death.

His intuition was not wrong; Liyang indeed had a way to find him, but it was a method he preferred not to use unless it was an absolute last resort.

Every living being in this world could not escape the tracking of bloodlines. As long as Liyang was willing, he could use William's life as a sacrifice, and he would naturally be able to follow the guidance to find him.

After all, the Pure Blood had been found by Marcus, and he had promised Marcus that he would not harm William and would even cure him.

Unless necessary, Liyang truly did not wish to easily break his word to others, but Alexander and Corvinus concerned his own Dao path. If there was genuinely no other way, he would still do it.

When all was said and done, Liyang was never a good person.

......

Meanwhile, in a simple manor courtyard in the suburbs of London, pitch darkness reigned.

Compared to the brilliant stars of the outside world, the entire manor resembled a massive black hole, endlessly devouring the silver radiance spilled from the starry sky.

A three-legged toad standing over ten feet tall crouched in the courtyard, its huge mouth swallowing the heavens as starlight and moonlight approaching the manor were utterly devoured.

Liyang sat cross-legged beside the golden toad, his eyes slightly closed, points of chaotic fluorescent light flickering faintly on his forehead, completely inconspicuous in the pitch-black environment.

At this moment, within Liyang's sea of consciousness, a golden river surged endlessly.

The pale golden river resembled a centipede, with over a hundred golden light dots faintly visible within it, while a layer of colorful aurora orbited the river's periphery.

Liyang's divine soul wandered within the river, feeling an unprecedented peace of mind.

Ripples spread through the river, and every instant, countless thoughts emerged from the current, reflecting within his divine soul.

This river was the manifestation of the Bloodline Warlock Dao. Every point of fluorescence within it represented a bloodline warlock. Their comprehension of cultivation was fed back into this Dao at every moment, serving as a supplement to perfect the Dao.

As the creator of the bloodline warlocks, Liyang was the sole beneficiary of all this. With the aid of thousands of bloodline warlocks, one day this Dao would grow strong enough to rival those ancient Dao traditions.

This was a process of refining the wisdom of all living beings. Not only that, but as the creator of the Dao, Liyang could borrow the power of this Dao to unleash strength far exceeding his own limits.

In addition, he could also feed his own power back to the practitioners of the Bloodline Warlock Dao to use.

Wandering in the golden river, Liyang's mind instantly split into hundreds of points, attaching to those golden light dots and sensing the bloodline warlocks' comprehension of the Dao.

This process did not last long. After merely the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Liyang opened his eyes and shook his head with some helplessness.

When all was said and done, the Bloodline Warlock Dao had only just been created. Up to now, the total number of bloodline warlocks barely reached a hundred.

Moreover, most of them had not even crossed the threshold of cultivation. Their comprehension was far too shallow; let alone innovating, they could not even digest what Liyang had taught them in time.

Thinking of this, Liyang could not help feeling a bit discouraged. The time required for a Dao to grow was simply too vast. Judging by the current situation, the benefits he could reap were truly limited.

Suddenly, Liyang seemed to think of something. Since the Bloodline Warlock Dao could extract the cultivation comprehension of the warlocks, could he do the opposite—using the Bloodline Warlock Dao as a central hub to transmit his own cultivation insights to all the bloodline warlocks?

Power could be transmitted; there was no reason cultivation comprehension could not be transmitted.

In ancient times, were there not many legends of imparting the Dao in dreams?

Thinking of this, Liyang's divine soul moved, escaping into the golden river and sensing the numerous light dots representing the bloodline warlocks.

In an instant, Liyang felt his divine soul divide and disperse into over a hundred portions, scattering into individual dark spaces.

This feeling was wondrous, much like a person being split into a hundred parts out of thin air, each possessing independent intelligence and thought without interfering with the others.

In truth, this was also because Liyang's divine soul was sufficiently powerful, having surpassed the boundaries of ordinary living beings and undergone the baptism of the Nirvana Golden Pill, thus possessing such powerful thoughts.

Although the thoughts of living beings were infinite, with one hundred and twenty-nine thousand thoughts generating and perishing in the divine soul every single instant, wanting to achieve the division of the divine soul into thousands, with independent and formlessly gathering/dispersing thoughts, was something only the primordial spirit of a Celestial Immortal could accomplish.

That Liyang could achieve this was solely due to the profundity of the Dao. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely be unable to accomplish such a feat.

Within these dark spaces, the myriad facets of mortal life emerged one after another—these were the memories of the bloodline warlocks.

Gazing at the tiny points of golden fluorescence within these spaces, Liyang's thoughts moved, scattering outward to transform into wondrous Dao chants that imprinted themselves upon the fluorescence.

At the same time, the bloodline warlocks currently cultivating within the manor suddenly felt a towering divine being rise from the seas of their consciousness, chanting profound Dao sounds with its mouth.

Although they could not understand these Dao sounds, they could comprehend their meaning. One by one, the abstruse and difficult contents within the Bloodline Codex were easily resolved under these wondrous Dao chants.

Sensing that the divine light figure in their hearts was gradually dissipating, the bloodline warlocks gained sudden enlightenment and silently chanted in their hearts.

"Praise the great God of Bloodline Warlocks!"

Gazing at the light dots that had lit up one after another in the golden river, Liyang nodded with satisfaction, feeling that his painstaking efforts were not in vain.

After this round of Dao propagation, he believed that it would not be long before all these bloodline warlocks could cross the threshold of the Bloodline Warlock Dao.

......

Following the sounding of praises, a pure force of faith surged out from the golden river. These forces of faith were not overly powerful, but they were extremely pure, completely different from the colorful faith forces lingering around the periphery of the golden river.

This strand of faith force was crystal clear, containing not a shred of impurity. After being purified by the Great Dao River, its quality was sufficient to rival the divine power of gods.

The moment this force of faith appeared, the strand of clear qi suspended high within Liyang's sea of consciousness suddenly stirred, transforming into a blurry-faced visage that swallowed the strand of faith in a single gulp.

After swallowing the faith force, the clear qi gradually revived, transforming into the figure of Daoist Zixiao, which appeared within Liyang's sea of consciousness.

"Hiss... Th-this is..."

Gazing at the golden river suspended in Liyang's sea of consciousness, Daoist Zixiao could not help drawing a sharp breath, thinking he was seeing things and subconsciously rubbing his eyes.

"This kid... what a magnificent stroke of fortune!"

After a good while, the old Daoist Zixiao finally reacted—how could his primordial spirit be seeing things when he only had his spirit left?—and could not help wearing a bitter smile.

At this moment, Liyang remained completely oblivious to all this, his mind deeply immersed in the ocean of the Dao.

Regarding the comprehension of Daoist law, everyone had their own perspective. The exact same sentence would yield a hundred different understandings from a hundred different people, and the Dao was no exception.

Although the content imparted just now was identical, the bloodline warlocks each had their own differing comprehension. This was the spark generated by colliding wisdom.

At this moment, Liyang was digesting these understandings. Yet he failed to notice that within the golden Dao river, fragmentary silver runes were flickering in and out of existence, accompanied by tiny specks of dark green patterns.

The instant these laws manifested, the Great Dao river seemed to come alive, transforming into a massive, heaven-covering six-winged golden centipede that roared toward the heavens.