245: Time-space bloodline, return to the family

Time, at this moment, lost its meaning.

Space, at this moment, solidified like amber.

The wailing yin winds froze in mid-air, and the swirling bone dust was like a frozen frame of gray snowflakes.

The old woman's shrill incantation came to an abrupt halt, her twisted mouth frozen in a greedy, wild laugh.

The overwhelming, shrieking storm of vengeful souls, as if struck by a Binding Art, maintained its most ferocious and vicious pouncing posture, frozen in the Void Realm less than three feet from Di Jintian's body!

The pain and malice on the face of every vengeful soul were clearly visible, yet they were like the most realistic statues, completely motionless.

Absolute silence! Absolute stagnation!

Di Jintian felt the resentful whispers eroding his Divine Soul and the freezing cold resentment chilling his flesh vanish without a trace in an instant, like an ebbing tide!

The terrifying pressure exerted on his body also vanished completely!

He widened his eyes in astonishment, his heart shaking violently as he looked at this bizarre scene that transcended understanding, like a pause in time!

Who was it?!

In the next moment, the answer descended silently.

Before Di Jintian, before the frozen storm of vengeful souls, space rippled with perfect silver circles, like a stone being thrown into a calm water surface.

A figure stepped out from the center of those ripples.

There was no world-shaking eruption of Aura, no world-destroying energy fluctuations.

He simply stood there, his posture as upright as the spine that supports the heavens, wearing a simple black robe.

His face looked no older than a young man's, yet it carried a depth and majesty that had seen through all the vicissitudes of eternity.

His gaze was calm and waveless, like a reflection of the sea of stars, and like looking down upon the long river of time.

Di Shenglong!

He appeared so abruptly in this desolate dead land of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Prefecture, as if he had just strolled over from his own back garden.

The surrounding frozen time and space, at the moment of his appearance, seemed to become the most submissive subjects, actively making way and freezing for him.

Di Jintian looked at that familiar and incomparably grand back, his throat feeling as if it were blocked by something, a surge of indescribably complex emotions instantly crushing all despair and unwillingness—was it the wild joy of surviving a disaster?

Was it the excitement of seeing the Clan Chief? Was it the shame of his own weakness? Or was it the shock of that supreme power?

Mixed emotions finally turned into a hoarse sob: "Clan... Clan Chief..."

Di Shenglong's gaze did not linger long on Di Jintian's wretched, broken body. His vision, as if penetrating the frozen space-time, fell on the old woman who was also frozen ahead.

That calm gaze, falling into the old woman's eyes, was billions of times more terrifying than the biting of billions of vengeful souls!

Although her body could not move, her thoughts were still active!

Those cloudy yellow eyes were now filled with boundless fear and horror!

Her frozen expression stiffly maintained its wild joy, but deep within her eyes was the ultimate despair!

An expert, an absolute expert!

Di Shenglong said nothing, but simply raised his right index finger toward the overwhelming, frozen storm of vengeful souls and tapped lightly in the air.

That terrifying storm condensed from countless vengeful souls, along with the old woman, was instantly annihilated! Not even a speck of dust remained!

"Space-Time Bloodline..." A low, calm voice that seemed to contain the Laws of the Universe rang directly in Di Jintian's Sea of Consciousness, carrying a trace of... approval that was hard to detect.

"I didn't expect that after me, the first one to undergo Awakening would be you, Jintian."

Di Jintian's mind was shaken; he hadn't expected the Clan Chief to have awakened his Bloodline long ago!

The moment the words fell, Di Shenglong reached out his palm toward Di Jintian.

A soft and pure silver halo, like the gentlest moonlight, flowed from Di Shenglong's palm, gently enveloping Di Jintian's battered and broken body.

Di Jintian only felt an indescribable, warm, and vast power instantly surge into his body!

This power contained an inexpressible, majestic vitality and a certain rhythmic Law that smoothed everything over!

The withered and broken Meridians in his body, like a riverbed meeting rain after a long drought, greedily absorbed the vitality, repairing, widening, and becoming tougher at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The Yin-Yang Twin Fires Origin in his Dantian, which had been dim and on the verge of extinguishing, was suddenly reignited as if injected with the purest fuel!

The dark-gold divine flame and the dark-colored demonic fire burned fiercely, more refined and overbearing than ever before!

The terrifying wounds all over his body, deep enough to see the bone, and those charred, necrotic tissues and skin grew and closed frantically at an incredible speed!

The dim dark-gold and dark demonic patterns on his body's surface, as if they had been reforged, became incomparably clear and deep, flowing with a metallic luster and emitting a Physical Body Aura more powerful than in his prime!

Even his Divine Soul, which had been heavily injured and was on the verge of collapse!

Those countless fine cracks, under the shroud of that silver halo, were smoothed over and closed as if by the most skillful hands!

Not only did his Divine Soul instantly recover to its original state, but it also became more refined and tough, and his perception skyrocketed!

The "Threads of Space-Time" he had glimpsed before now became even clearer under the perception of his recovered Divine Soul!

In just a few breaths, Di Jintian recovered from a dying cripple to an unprecedented Peak state!

No, he was even stronger than before!

His blood surged like a dragon, his spiritual power galloped like a sea, and his Physical Body was crystal clear, hiding the great power of gods and demons!

He suddenly stood up from the ground, moved his body that was as good as new and even felt more powerful, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock and awe for the Clan Chief's supreme power!

"Thank you, Clan Chief, for saving my life and for the grace of remolding me!" Di Jintian's voice was loud, filled with heartfelt excitement and reverence.

"Jintian, the Space-Time Bloodline is the secret of our Di Clan's Origin; it is vast, deep, and infinitely mysterious. You have just awakened and were already able to draw upon a tiny bit of power to protect yourself in a desperate situation; this shows your potential."

"However, this Bloodline Power cannot be taught by any Cultivation Technique, nor can it be shaped by external forces. Its true mysteries and ways of use are hidden within the Bloodline Origin, requiring you to constantly dig, verify, and pioneer with your own will, experience, and insights."

"Everyone's Space-Time Bloodline has its own uniqueness, just as there are no two identical leaves in the world. My Dao may not necessarily be your Dao."

Di Shenglong slowly raised his hand and made a gentle swipe in the void before Di Jintian.

Buzz!

A narrow, pitch-black spatial rift with silver light flowing along its edges appeared silently in front of Di Jintian.

On the other side of the rift was no longer the desolate silence of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Prefecture, but a familiar scene misty with dense Spiritual Qi and brilliant starlight—the Godfall Di Clan!

"Go back, Qingge is very worried about you," Di Shenglong's voice came. "The Family will always be your strongest support. As for the path of space-time..." He took a deep look at Di Jintian, his gaze seemingly penetrating through the eternal ages, "You must... explore it yourself."

As the words fell, Di Shenglong's figure rippled slightly like a reflection in water, and then silently disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

Only the spatial rift leading to the Godfall Di Clan quietly floated in front of Di Jintian, emitting soft spatial fluctuations.

Di Jintian stood on the desolate beach, feeling the surging power in his body and the wisps of silver-gray energy deep in his Bloodline. Looking at the spatial rift before him and recalling the Clan Chief's supreme majesty, as if controlling the Universe and making his words Law, his heart was in turmoil.

Explore it yourself... the path of space-time... He took a deep breath, the cold air of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Prefecture entering his lungs, yet it carried a sense of new-found power.

Toward the direction where the Clan Chief had disappeared, Di Jintian bowed deeply once more, and then without hesitation, stepped into the spatial rift.

Behind him was the Ten Thousand Ghosts Deadlands.

Ahead was the Family's Eternal Night.

And beneath his feet, a path of thorns leading to the Space-Time Origin, belonging uniquely to him, Di Jintian, had already unfolded!