Chapter 8: Bloodline

The Wang family's Celestial King likely understands the intricacies involved, yet chooses to keep silent, establishing an unspoken agreement between both parties.

It is said that during the Immortal Ancient Era, the Primitive Ancient Realm was characterized by simplicity and sincerity. Cultivators were solely dedicated to seeking immortality and understanding the Dao, unaffected by hostility. However, a vast ancient world could not be devoid of conflict or bloodshed, as such struggles are unavoidable in any great realm, no matter how serene its environment, fundamentally adhering to the law of the jungle.

Wang Heng's impression of the Primitive Ancient Realm comes entirely from the scattered descriptions in the book "Perfect World". He knows that when the foreign army invaded, nearly all races and beings united in resistance, bringing unprecedented unity to the ancient realm.

Yet before this, hatred also pervaded this world; it was the pressure and threat imposed by the otherworld that driven people to temporarily set aside grievances and fight side by side.

"Which one are we going to?"

Wang Heng pointed towards the towering metallic halls on the horizon and asked. From his perspective, each structure exuded extraordinary grandeur, making it difficult to discern their respective ranks.

The enigmatic man gestured towards the silver-metal hall on the periphery of the complex, responding, "Young Master, we are heading to this one."

This hall is the most foundational of our Wang family's halls for spreading the Dao. It houses ancient characters and scriptures which are extremely suitable for initiates in cultivation.

Although the young master yet to become a practitioner, his natural talent allows him to overshadow most cultivators without stepping onto the path of cultivation. Grasping the ancient characters seems as easy as lifting a finger for him.

It's known that the closer one is to becoming a celestial, the stronger the celestial aura they carry, leading to more effective comprehension of ancient texts.

As the rightful son of a Celestial King, every ounce of his flesh and hair radiates celestial brilliance. Others may take weeks to understand the ancient characters, but he only needs a moment. It is an unmatched talent others could hardly hope to rival.

Speaking of these matters, the gaze of the enigmatic man towards Wang Heng grew increasingly respectful, for he knew that, barring unforeseen events, Wang Heng's future was incredibly promising.

In this generation, Wang Heng alone holds the status of being the direct descendant of a Celestial King.

Other scions of Celestial King families are descendants from countless generations past. Even those who display atavistic traits lack the concentrated bloodline power of an actual Celestial King's offspring.

Furthermore, there are distinctions even among the sons of Celestial Kings.

There's a clear divide; on one side are the offspring born before the Celestial King achieved enlightenment, and on the other, those born afterward. These two groups are not to be compared lightly, as the challenges they face differ significantly.

The higher a cultivator's level of attainment, the less likely they are to have offspring. Once one reaches the Celestial King realm, the chances become so slim they can be virtually ignored, measured in millions of years, tens of millions, or even an era.

The Wang Family is a perfect example. Several eras passed after their Celestial King achieved success before they were fortunate enough to have a child.

This highlights how extraordinary Wang Heng's innate bloodline is, effortlessly surpassing other young Celestial King descendants. He is set to be a future leader of his realm.

Such a presence might very well recreate the legendary story of the Golden Crow Clan, making the Wang Family one with two Celestial Kings.

With this thought in mind, the enigmatic man became increasingly respectful and in awe of the young master before him.

Noticing the change in the true immortal's gaze beside him, Wang Heng had a rough idea of what the other was thinking.

He felt neither pride nor arrogance; deep within, he experienced only urgency and gravity.

Amidst this, a Celestial King had suffered a calamity and retreated in seclusion, barely clinging to life. It wasn't until the late stages of the Ancient Celestial Era that he passed away. He did so, undoubtedly, to deter enemies and ensure the Wang Family's legacy continued.

As the sole heir of the Wang Family, "Wang Heng's" fate should have been one of survival, to raise the Wang banner high, eventually achieving true immortal status, thereby securing the family as a clan of genuine immortals. In history, the Wang Family's legendary immortal weapon, the Longsheng War Halberd, was his own weapon.

However, "Wang Heng" could not survive the great calamity and fell in battle against foreign realms. With the Wang Family of the chaotic ancient era losing their true immortal, they had to rely on Wang Changsheng, who had encountered the curse of longevity, to maintain their standing. Ultimately, this family that once had great achievements in the primitive ancient realm turned into one of the rebels.

In this life, Wang Heng has traversed to replace the original "Wang Heng," and the wheel of destiny begins to turn slowly at this moment. Everything will change differently; he refuses to die like his counterpart in history. Even if this is just a dream, he intends to live well.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Heng stepped forward steadily, heading towards the silver-white metallic temple indicated by the enigmatic man.

According to the enigmatic man, the restrictions here would not target him as the Wang Family's sole heir, allowing him safe passage inside.

Indeed, the journey was calm and uneventful; nothing happened.

But this did not mean the place was truly safe. With his extraordinarily keen spiritual perception, Wang Heng could distinctly sense the flow of immortal power in the void around him.

It was vast, broad, and endless, sometimes manifesting as mysterious patterns, at other times transforming into intricate ancient characters. These contained the starry river of the great Dao, encompassing all living beings, giving one a sense of vastness and grandeur.

If it weren't for the Celestial King's bloodline flowing through Wang Heng, these forces would have erupted long ago. Even someone as powerful as a Quasi-Celestial King might be reduced to ashes under its might.

Fortunately, Wang Heng was special, possessing a "privilege" that allowed him to disregard these Celestial King-level restrictions.

Before him stood a pair of immense gates, blocking his path to the silver-white metal hall.

These gates, also silver-white, towered impossibly tall, resembling two insurmountable mountains. They were adorned with two massive metal rings, motionless, as if they had lain dormant for eons.

Intricate patterns and archaic characters etched the surface of the doors, winding like a perplexing maze. Despite Wang Heng's inability to comprehend these cryptic symbols, he felt their embodiment of the universe's fundamental truths. This was the essence of the ancient Celestial Age languages and the Dao-seed laws, pointing directly to the origin of the Great Dao.

Without even entering the Hall of Enlightenment, just these gates alone were akin to an unparalleled scripture. If they ever were to descend into the mortal realm, they could elevate a mighty clan, ensuring its prosperity for millennia.

Wang Heng couldn't help but sigh in awe. The Wang Family's Celestial Kings were indeed immensely wealthy; any random place of theirs was a treasure unimaginable to ordinary people.

Just as he was marveling, a sudden "creak" sounded. As if sensing the Celestial King's bloodline within Wang Heng, the massive metal gates began to slowly open.

A vast galaxy unfolded before Wang Heng's eyes, representing the essence of this divine world, an entry ticket to the path of cultivation. In this moment, it lay completely open to him.