The Descendants of the Divine King

In the early morning, as the sky began to brighten, a bone-chilling cold wind swept through the ancient city.

This dilapidated city was overgrown with withered grass, and crumbling walls scattered around, which was seemingly whispering about the grandeur it once possessed.

This ancient city, aged and worn, had long witnessed the collapse of its walls, leaving behind a desolate and ruined interior.

Occasionally, powerful individuals would pass through this place, gazing from afar at the crumbling city walls, and sighing at the merciless passage of time.

Beneath the broken walls and ruins, there was a secluded and tranquil spot.

Here, one could occasionally spot small stone houses standing tall.

These were where the descendants left behind by the former glorious masters of the ancient city lived in.

They lived here in hardship, hoping for the emergence of a powerful individual within their clan who would inherit the bloodline of the Divine King, thus reviving the former glory of their people.

Outside the stone houses, in an open space, a group of people, young and old, braved the bone-chilling cold of the early morning to engage in their daily essential morning exercises.

This group of people was divided into three areas.

The elderly sat cross-legged, practicing their breathing techniques, faint halos of light seemingly emanating from their bodies.

The young men, bare-chested, wielded various unidentified weapons.

These weapons were peculiar in shape, resembling knives, swords, and spears.

Each one was incredibly heavy and produced a resounding whooshing sound when swung as if weighing thousands of pounds.

In another area, there were teenagers and children.

The teenagers wore simple clothes made of animal skins, their hands holding up giant stones to test their strength.

Some of the younger ones were merely five or six years old, their speech still unclear.

However, they followed the older ones beside them, imitating their efforts to build strength.

This was an era of chaos and adversity, where countless clans coexisted, and every living thing was a potential enemy.

To survive in such a harsh environment, for the sake of sustenance and their people, they had to cultivate their strength from a young age and become stronger themselves so as to battle against prey, enemies, and competitors.

Because of the chaotic and harsh times, every clan, regardless of their origin, began their cultivation from a young age.

The humans from this group of Divine King descendants were no exception.

For them, cultivation was an instinctual means of survival.

Even the children who were only five or six years old did not require adult supervision; they willingly followed along in their cultivation.

As the morning exercises came to an end, many women from the village hurried over, calling their men and children to return home for breakfast.

Meanwhile, more people sat in the open space, engaging in idle chatter.

The elderly men of the village remained calm and composed, despite their white hair, their eyes deep and their aura strong.

The adult men, all bare-chested, also engaged in casual conversation.

Their topics mostly revolved around hunting in the mountains and their children.

The children, on the other hand, were not as well-behaved.

They gathered together, playfully teasing and laughing with each other.

“Little Chi, I heard that you have the bloodline of the Divine King. I’ll give you ten pounds of tiger meat if you give me a drop of your blood. How about it?”

A sturdy young boy, appearing to be around eleven or twelve years old, possessed astonishing strength, effortlessly lifting thousands of pounds of boulders with a single hand.

Beside him stood a small child called Little Chi, the youngest among the group of children engaged in morning exercises.

With his big watery eyes, fair skin, and chubby cheeks, he looked exceptionally adorable.

“Tiger meat?” Upon hearing the mention of tiger meat, Little Chi’s eyes widened, his mouth watering in anticipation.

“I’m not lying. As long as you give me a drop of your blood, I promise to give you ten pounds of tiger meat!”

The boy who initiated the conversation knew that Little Chi had a fondness for tiger meat, thus using it as a temptation.

“Smack!”

Just as the sturdy young boy thought his scheme was about to succeed, he suddenly received a resounding slap on his head.

“You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? If you dare harm a single hair on Little Chi’s head, I’ll skin you alive!”

A much stronger man walked over. He was both angry and amused, on hearing that his child dared to entertain the idea of extracting blood from Little Chi, who possessed the bloodline of the Divine King.

The bloodline of the Divine King was the closest connection to the ancient ancestor within the clan’s legends.

The ancient ancestor was once a Divine King, ruling over countless beings and establishing a vast territory.

This ancient city was the capital of the ancestor’s former kingdom.

The Divine King’s bloodline also signified extraordinary talent and astonishing comprehension, holding the hope that Little Chi might follow in the footsteps of the ancient ancestor!

He was the third member of the entire clan to possess the bloodline of the Divine King in countless years.

This news naturally shocked and delighted the entire clan, and they were determined to fully nurture him, hoping that he would lead their people back to their former glory.

Seeing his father’s fierce expression, Zhong Hu trembled in fear and quickly ran away.

Wearing a smile on his face, he said, “No, I was just joking with Little Chi. How could I dare to take his blood?”

“You better know it!”

Only then did Zhong Hu’s father nod in satisfaction and return to the group of adults.

The group of children gathered once again, engaging in their usual competition.

Their competition was not about fighting but rather about showcasing their strength.

“Brother Hu, you’re amazing! You can already lift two thousand pounds with both hands.”

A smaller child looked at Zhong Hu with envy.

Zhong Hu was one of the older children in the group, smiling as he put down the giant stone in his hand.

He said, “Two thousand pounds is not my limit. Three thousand pounds is my limit. Brother Tie can even lift five thousand pounds.”

Unlike Zhong Hu, Zhong Tie did not possess the same intimidating appearance.

He was relatively “slender” in stature, but his muscles were incredibly solid, resembling iron plates and exuding a powerful sense of strength.

Upon hearing Zhong Hu’s praise, Zhong Tie shook his head and said, “I’m already thirteen years old. Lifting three thousand pounds at thirteen is not impressive. Little Chi, on the other hand, truly deserves to be called a genius of our clan. He’s only five years old this year, yet he can already lift two thousand pounds.”

“Oh dear! This is not good,” Zhong Chi heard Zhong Tie’s words and immediately felt something was amiss.

He wanted to escape, but quickly, Zhong Hu, who had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed hold of Zhong Chi, who was of small stature.

“Little Chi, why are you running? We won’t eat you. Come on, show us your unparalleled talent as the inheritor of the Divine King’s bloodline, let us all witness it,” Zhong Hu said with an evil grin, looking at Zhong Chi.

He even pinched Zhong Chi’s chubby little face, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Zhong Chi knew he couldn’t escape.

Every time they competed in strength, they would always single him out.

There was no choice, as he was the inheritor of the Divine King’s bloodline, gifted with extraordinary talent, which could motivate the children of the clan to strive in their cultivation.

“After I demonstrate, will you give me tiger meat to eat?”

Zhong Chi chuckled innocently. Since he couldn’t avoid it, he wanted to gain some benefits.

“Yes, yes, of course!” Zhong Hu and the others readily agreed.

They had grown up together and naturally knew that Zhong Chi was a foodie.

However, they were puzzled because even children several years older than Zhong Chi couldn’t eat as much meat in one meal as he could, despite his small stature of only five years old.

The meat they were talking about was from fierce beasts in the wilderness, rich in vital energy and essence.

Normally, a five-year-old child couldn’t continue eating after consuming three to five pounds of meat, as a large amount of vital energy and essence would overwhelm them, causing blood vessels to burst or abnormal behavior.

In severe cases, it could damage their bodily functions or even lead to death.

Eating nearly a hundred pounds of meat was something even the offspring of those formidable beasts in the wilderness couldn’t manage.

However, the clan members understood that the larger a person’s appetite, the greater their physical potential.

Suddenly, they saw the petite Zhong Chi extending his fair hands toward a giant rock much larger than himself.

“Huh!”

To everyone’s surprise, the two-thousand-pound heavy boulder was easily lifted over head by Zhong Chi, a five-year-old.

It was truly an incredible sight, causing a group of children to applaud.

“Go!”

Zhong Chi softly shouted, raising his hands, and the boulder was instantly thrown far away, causing a slight tremor on the ground and leaving a small pit where it landed, with dust flying.

The elderly and adults of the clan also watched all of this, each wearing a smile.

This child was the hope of their clan, and every one of them cherished Zhong Chi dearly.

“A five-year-old can lift a two-thousand-pound boulder and throw it away easily. Even among the children of those prominent clans outside, very few can achieve such a feat,” a clan elder said with satisfaction, stroking his beard, seemingly envisioning the future greatness of the clan through Zhong Chi.

“Patriarch, Little Chi is about to turn six soon. Shouldn’t we prepare his first sacrificial ceremony?” A worried-looking elder asked.

The sacrificial ceremony was a necessary rite of passage for every child, and it needed to be performed twice.

Ordinary children in the clan could use items from within the clan for their sacrificial ceremonies, but it was clear that Zhong Chi’s ceremony would be different.

This ceremony was essentially a foundation for a child to step into the Flesh and Blood Realm, and the quality of this foundation determined the limits of a child’s future achievements, so the significance of the ceremony was beyond doubt.

The chief furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this. They had finally produced a child who inherited the bloodline of the Divine King.

This was the hope of their clan, but also a tremendous burden and pressure for the clan members.

After all, a genius was still just a genius, and during their vulnerable period, they undoubtedly needed the full support and cultivation of the clan.

The chief looked at Zhong Chi, who was not far away.

He saw the small figure, less than a meter tall, kicking a boulder away with one foot and throwing two other boulders with each hand, ultimately arranging the three boulders into an upright line upon landing.

A five-year-old child possessing such strength and control was enough to demonstrate his extraordinary talent.

He was a promising seedling, a future candidate for nobility and kingship.

The old patriarch withdrew his gaze and looked at several elders, saying, “I have already planned Little Chi’s sacrificial ceremony. I’m sure you all know that a rare and formidable beast has recently appeared in the wilderness. That beast has devoured countless fierce creatures and hunters, truly a ferocious beast.”

“Patriarch, are you suggesting that we use that formidable beast as Little Chi’s sacrificial offering?”

One of the elders understood the chief’s intention and couldn’t help but change his expression, feeling a sense of dread.