Qin Wentian long knew that his bloodlines were extremely tyrannical. However, he also understood that only with his strength increasing, would he be able to slowly unlock the full potential of his bloodlines. The power of his bloodlines was something inherent to him, but as of now, he still couldn't utilize them fully at will yet.
This was similar to the gaze where you cultivate an ultimate art from an ancient emperor. Take God's Hand for example, how strong was the true God's Hand? Right now, this basically isn't something Qin Wentian can imagine. He clearly had comprehended and cultivated it, but the power he could unleash was still just an extremely small portion. He didn't have strength enough yet to fully unleash the potential of this technique. This was the same case with regards to the power of his bloodline.
Right now, it was the same for his bloodline powers, he could only use a tiny portion of their full potential.
The blood sea grew more and more terrifying. The churning of the sea within him actually formed a resonance with the blood river in the external world, which also surged over to devour Qin Wentian. The ring of blood-colored light within his blood was still as resplendent as ever as the shadow of a supreme demon god seemingly manifested within, devouring the energy of the blood sea surging over bit by bit, infusing his bloodlines with new energy, making the energy a part of him forever.
Gradually, the supreme demon god's features began to resemble Qin Wentian, the form it took was akin to the supreme demon manifested when Qin Wentian's bloodline protection kicked in. The demon god stood tall amidst the towering sea of blood, letting out thunderous roars in this blood-soaked world, wanting to devour the entirety of it. Qin Wentian had no idea what the others were experiencing but he knew that what he experienced would surely be different from the others.
In fact, he could faintly sense that this blood sea was none other than the droplets of blood from an extremely powerful greater demon existence.
For truly powerful experts, every drop of their blood and every bone in their body, or even every inch of their flesh and muscles, would all contain an astronomical amount of energy.
Immortal kings were bodies of laws. One could very well imagine how strong they were. Their blood and bones already represented the laws they were proficient in, so what about experts stronger than immortal kings?
Maybe, this river of blood was nothing more than a present prepared for these greater demon students of the sacred academy. The demon statues could be used to temper and upgrade their combat prowess, and this river of blood was able to remold their bloodlines, allowing them to grow purer. But of course the prerequisite was that one has to be sufficiently strong enough. If not, they would all end up like those piles of bones, eventually being swallowed up by the river.
The weak dies off while the strong grow even stronger.
Qin Wentian completely forgot the flow of time. More and more people stepped into the river of blood and over at the shore, there were also many spectators, staring at these brave souls who dared to venture into the river. There were already a large number of experts being devoured by the river, this caused those who knew that their talents were weak, to not dare step into the river. These were the spectators who were staring at the silhouettes submerged in the bloody light of the river, as well as the greater demons who reverted into their true forms as they entered.
Could it be that this blood river was able to make their bloodlines become stronger?
The bloodlines of greater demons could gradually grow stronger, akin to immortal foundations. Even if they established a fourth-tier king-graded immortal foundation, the quality of their immortal foundation would change as their cultivation grew stronger. Bloodline power was the same as well. But of course, although immortal foundation can level up in tiers and grades and so can bloodlines, one must know that bloodlines were innately born. Hence, if one wanted to raise the quality of their bloodline, it would be even tougher compared to raising the quality of their immortal foundations.
"Those powerful greater demons would surely grow even stronger after they exit the blood river." Many people mused silently. The appearance of the sacred academy which caused such a huge commotion throughout the immortal realms truly didn't disappoint them. As long as one's talent was high enough and had a determined will, regardless of humans or demons, they would all be able to grab hold of this opportunity.
This sacred land for demons was opened up at the 18th year mark. Now, in the 21st year mark, Qin Wentian was still immersed in the blood river, as though he was completely one with it. He kept trying to control this mighty bloodline power but no matter how he attempted to do so, he would always fail. Maybe only after he transformed into a body of laws and stepped into the immortal king realm, would he be able to freely use the power of his bloodlines as he willed. Right now, although he didn't have complete control, this baptism was able to increase the power of his bloodlines. Qin Wentian was thinking how good would it be when he finally could take the initiative and direct this source of power at his will.
He attempted countless tries but all of his attempt ended in failure. Because of the existence of the blood river, he could sense that he was very close to the final shackle that locked his bloodline power. It felt like he could touch it as long as he stretched out his hands. But no matter how he stretched, he was still unable to reach it. Such a feeling was truly unbearable but he still didn't gave up and persisted on trying. Under the aid from the blood river, if he could still not control his bloodline power at will, it would mean that he first had to increase his strength first. But of course, as he grew stronger and stronger, the aid his bloodline power provided him would naturally grow smaller and smaller as well.
For example right now, the Fiend Transformation Art and the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay could still increase his power, but the help they provided was no longer as impactful as before. Sometimes when you have a source of uncontrollable power, although it might be very dangerous, that power would still increase your strength tremendously.
This conviction caused Qin Wentian to keep on working hard despite his head feeling like it would explode from the strain of attempting to control the power. His will felt like it was on the verge of collapsing but even so, he persevered on, wanting to unlock the illusory shackles of his bloodlines, deciphering their secret despite the fact that his bloodline power was being shackled to protect him.
At the 22nd year mark, the blood in Qin Wentian's body was boiling, gurgling frenziedly, causing thunderous rumbling sounds to echo out. The power in the blood river no longer affected Qin Wentian but he still hasn't gave up yet. He was so close to breaching that final illusory shackle, he struggled madly with his will ceaselessly until finally foday, the sound of something shattering echoed in his mind as all the power of his bloodlines finally unlocked and gushed with full force into his sea of consciousness, engulfing everything.
In this instant, Qin Wentian's body swelled up. The blood river around him was churning madly. A demon god silhouette then appeared, enveloping Qin Wentian as he screamed in agony. The pain was now even more hellish compared to the baptism he endured earlier. Right now, it felt like his bloodline power wanted to destroy his entire body.
That surge of bloodline power then rushed into his saint-grade immortal foundation, causing it to tremble violently as the blood-colored light seeped into it. Boundless amounts of immortal energy flared up but they were all devoured by that blood energy. In fact, his immortal-foundation seemed to be at the point of an explosion.
"It's over. I didn't expect he would die here."
"He is dead for sure. After enduring for so many years, I still thought that there would be no problems for him. Who would have thought that he still failed to endure this at the end."
A low roaring sound echoed out. The eyes of many experts from the White Tiger Race all gleamed with coldness as they stared at Qin Wentian who was struggling in the blood river, as though he was about to die at any moment. Nanfeng Yunxi who was also in the river of blood was jolted awake by roars of pain from Qin Wentian. She was enduring the baptism of the river at a location not far away from Qin Wentian. When she saw how much pain he was in, she tried to make her way over but there was a powerful energy fluctuation that caused her to be unable to get near.
Purgatory had initially already returned to shore. However, it was like she could sense something was wrong, she instantly stepped past the demon statue she was connected with and rushed back, once again stepping into the blood river. She then reverted to her true form and sped towards Qin Wentian.
Purgatory's talons grabbed hold of Qin Wentian, but that fearsome demon god silhouette directly flung her back through the air. Coming to a halt, her eyes were filled with worry as she rushed out once more. However, the result was the same every time, she couldn't get near Qin Wentian either.
Gradually, Qin Wentian's roars grew softer and softer as the energy fluctuations calmed. Qin Wentian then fainted into unconsciousness as his body sank into the river. However, before he could sink in completely, Nanfeng Yunxi dashed over and dragged Qin Wentian's body before rushing out of the river. Through these years, the power of the blood river no longer affected her as much, hence she could move freely. Purgatory followed beside her, the two of them half carried and half supported Qin Wentian back to the shore. Right now, there wasn't the slightest hint of energy in Qin Wentian's body. He had completely sunk into unconsciousness.
"How could this happen?" A look of puzzlement appeared in Nanfeng Yunxi's eyes.
"Truly, a tough bastard. To think that he is still alive even after all that." A figure walked over, exuding a baleful air. It was actually none other than White-eye. He stared at Qin Wentian as killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"The rules of this place indicated that students of the academy cannot fight among ourselves." Purgatory turned around and coldly spoke, staring at White-eye.
White-eye froze. The Heavenly Dao Sacred Academy was incomparably mysterious and powerful. The longer he spent in here, the more respect he had for the academy. He glanced at Purgatory and Nanfeng Yunxi as he laughed coldly, "The two of you will become the female slaves of my race."
"Scram!" An expert from the Battle Saint Tribe moved over as he spoke to White-eye. White-eye's baleful energy gushed forth as his killing intent permeated the area. But after awhile, he still turned and departed the area, continuing with his cultivation.
Qin Wentian only woke up many days later. Nanfeng Yunxi's and Purgatory's beautiful faces were right before him the instant he opened his eyes, and hence, he couldn't help but to smile when he saw them.
When they saw that Qin Wentian could still smile, Nanfeng Yunxi coldly spoke, "What did you do exactly, to think that you are still able to smile at this instant."
"Being able to admire the beauty of you two maidens the moment I open my eyes, how can a smile fail to appear on my face?" Qin Wentian joked. "One is bound for good fortune after surviving a great disaster, I've already thought that a counter-devouring might occur, it's just that I didn't expect it to be so intense. Seems like great fortune truly ties in with immense danger… Luckily, my immortal-foundation and fleshly body is not too shabby or I would really have died within the blood river. But since I survived, my benefits are naturally not that little. Although it was possible that I might be counter-devoured, I know at least I wouldn't die."
Nanfeng Yunxi glared harshly at this fellow. Right now, he could still act so relaxed. It was as though he would still do such dangerous things in the future with no regards for his life.
"Although I don't know what you've done, taking such a risk might truly lead you to death. Have you thought about the people around you?" Nanfeng Yunxi asked.
"If I died, would Holy Successor Yunxi be sad?" Qin Wentian teased.
"If you died, I naturally wouldn't care less. But I'm afraid Princess Qing`er would surely be saddened by it." Nanfeng Yunxi coldly replied, her words causing Qin Wentian to roll his eyes. He then climbed to his feet, as though preparing to walk away.
"What? You don't intend to recover first? Do you still want your life?"
"No worries, my recovery rate is very strong. Also, staring into the eyes of the statues would only lead to my will doing battle against theirs. Recently, I've lost every battle I fought against these greater demons but this time around, I should have some chance at victory." Qin Wentian smiled as he walked towards the statue of the golden-winged great roc. After that, his immortal sense sank into it as his consciousness once again appeared in that illusory space.
The terrifying golden-winged great roc was like the sovereign of the skies, peering down with disdain on all existences. A battle instantly erupted between the human and demon. Right now, Qin Wentian's bloodline powers grew even stronger, as it seemed as though his control of demon-attribute energy had also improved tremendously. In addition to this, he could use the eight greater demons innate techniques he learned from the treasured cauldron at will now, and his battle with the golden-winged great roc shook the entire space. The him now could even learn the techniques of this particular roc he was fighting against and used the roc's own techniques back against it.
But sadly, he eventually was still defeated. Although he was depressed, Qin Wentian wasn't too disappointed. He was very clear of what he managed to acquire in the blood river. Also, this battle only served to increase his understanding.
Also he was very sure that the moment he activated that power, for all demonic beasts on the same level as him, even if it was the golden-winged great roc, he would be able to kill them effortlessly.
At the 23rd year mark, Qin Wentian finally defeated the golden-winged roc. His understanding and proficiency of the greater demons innate techniques he learned from the treasure cauldron had reached the point where his attacks were like the real deal, containing boundless force, unleashed by a real greater demon.
This year, he started to swept through all the battles with each demon statue with invincibility, and even gaining insights from them, cultivating their supreme innate techniques!