Little Dao Ling lay on the stone bed, his eyes vacant, his small body bleeding profusely—miserable beyond words. Yet he didn't even have the right to shiver, his body suppressed by an invisible force.
Around him, the scene was eerily sacred. Strands of true golden energy cascaded down, imbued with a terrifying truth and an aura of divinity, primitivity, and蛮荒 (barbarism). The entire space shimmered with auspicious light and countless divine rainbows.
This was the origin of the Primordial Saint Physique, so dreadful that every wisp of energy made them tremble, akin to先天之气 (innate energy).
"What a terrifying origin aura—more horrific than a divine physique," Wu Wangdong shuddered, his eyes blazing with avarice.
"If this origin fuses with the divine physique's origin, unimaginable changes will occur," Wu Wangqing rejoiced, roaring, "If so, who in the future heavens and earth can rival Emperor Child!"
Both turned their gazes to the four-five-year-old child, who held great promise in the Martial Palace. Now blessed with this heaven-defying opportunity, his future seemed limitless.
"Emperor Child, if any accident occurs during the origin fusion, shout immediately," Wu Wangqing added worriedly.
The Martial Emperor nodded, his eyes shining with brilliant divine light, his charm shaking the heavens. He too sensed the immense benefit of this energy.
He took the ball of divine liquid and drank it. His entire body transformed into a glowing black hole, his aura dissipating as if merging with heaven and earth.
"Terrifying! The Fusing Divine Liquid lives up to its reputation as a supreme treasure!" Wu Wangdong trembled. Such a treasure was extremely rare—without Dao Xiaotian's ability to navigate the Abyss Ancient Mine, this opportunity would have been lost.
"Hurry, fuse it! I sense the origin dissipating—we must not miss the chance," Wu Wangdong urged.
Wu Wangqing nodded, his palm slicing through the void like a burning star, channeling starlight. Strands of silver divine radiance emerged, wrapping the floating origin energy and surging toward the Martial Emperor's body.
Threads of origin energy soon entered the black hole. The Martial Emperor's divine aura surged terrifyingly, and under the Fusing Divine Liquid's effect, the two energies began to merge!
With a hum, he erupted like a black sun, releasing terrifying potential intertwined with Dao charm, blazing fiercely between heaven and earth!
"Yes! It worked! We succeeded! Hahaha!" Wu Wangdong狂喜 (rejoiced wildly), his body shaking with excitement as he envisioned the Martial Emperor ruling the world and commanding heaven and earth in the future.
"Emperor Child will become the sovereign of the Mysterious Domain! Even peerless天骄 (geniuses) from other great domains will submit to him under his two supreme origins!" Wu Wangqing rubbed his hands激动地 (excitedly).
They felt a dreadful波动 (wave) as the two origins merged, hardly imagining how逆天 (heaven-defying) the Martial Emperor's potential would be.
Little Dao Ling trembled, his body covered in blood, pitiful beyond measure. He tried to rise but had no strength, calling out for his mother in terror.
Outside, his mother grew increasingly anxious, her heart aching as unease mounted. "Something must have happened to the child," she gritted her teeth.
Dao Xiaotian's face darkened. Without a word, he approached the sealed chamber door, also sensing something amiss.
"Sir and Madam, the elder is treating your child. You can't enter now," a middle-aged man with powerful aura blocked their way.
"Indeed, entry is forbidden," another nodded, standing guard at the door.
Dao Xiaotian's eyes swept over them. "I wonder when the Martial Palace became so powerful that even chamber guards are this strong."
Their faces fell. The middle-aged man snapped, "Don't make a mistake. This is the Martial Palace—no outsiders may run amok here!"
"Get out of my way! I'm going in!" Dao Xiaotian's face contorted, his body erupting with恐怖 (horrific)波动 (waves). His blood qi surged, making heaven and earth tremble.
"Not good! Suppress him!" The middle-aged man paled as Dao Xiaotian tried to barge in. He drew a divine spear and thrust it forward, aiming to pin him down.
"Scram!" Dao Xiaotian roared like a madman, his hair flailing. His shout shattered the clouds, shaking the ancient palace. He spat out a dazzling beam and a river of blood qi, sending the middle-aged man flying.
"Dammit! How dare you cause trouble in the Martial Palace! Die!" An elderly man beside him was fearsome, pressing a palm that formed a giant hand to suppress the couple.
With a boom, Dao Xiaotian punched like a star across the sky, tearing the void and shattering the giant hand, then smashing into the chamber door.
Inside, the Martial Emperor's波动 (waves) grew more terrifying, with dormant divine power like an endless abyss—his potential was too恐怖 (horrific)!
Wu Wangdong and Wu Wangqing were thrilled, trembling with excitement.
BOOM!
A deafening crash erupted as the sealed chamber door burst apart, a fierce波动 (wave) rushing in.
Wu Wangdong's face darkened. He unleashed divine light like rivers of essence, dispersing the incoming aura.
Dao Xiaotian entered and saw the shadow floating in the air. "Fusing Divine Liquid!" he gasped. He had nearly died in the Abyss Ancient Mine to obtain this treasure—how could it be used by others? Wu Wangdong had said it was for healing!
Then he saw the small bleeding body on the stone bed. His eyes bloodshot, he roared, "Bastards! You seek death!"
"Child..." Dao Ling's mother paled, unable to believe her eyes. She rushed to hold the cold little body, her arms shaking as her heart bled.
"Mommy, I'm cold..." Little Dao Ling shivered, lips blue, struggling to burrow into her arms.
Dao Xiaotian exploded with rage, his hair standing on end, eyes blazing with murderous intent. Glaring at the silent elder, he thundered, "This is too much!"
"Don't act rashly," Wu Wangdong waved his hand. "There was an accident during treatment. We'll compensate you."
They remained calm, ignoring the couple, only regretting not posting more guards.
"They said I'm a Primordial Saint Physique," Little Dao Ling mumbled.
"What?!" Dao Xiaotian trembled. He knew of this constitution—an ancient Primordial Saint Physique had belonged to a female saint, peerless and undefeated. His son was a Primordial Saint Physique?
Wu Wangqing's face turned阴冷 (icy), murderous intent flashing. This must be kept secret!
Dao Xiaotian's eyes turned fierce, staring at the Martial Emperor. It all made sense: his son's origin had been fused into this child using the Fusing Divine Liquid.
"You're vicious! Die!" Dao Xiaotian roared, his aura peaking as he punched toward the Martial Emperor.
"Courting death!" Wu Wangqing's face darkened, grabbing with a hand that summoned starry rivers, their气息 (aura) terrifying.
"Break!" Dao Xiaotian howled, his fist like a star shattering the starry rivers and charging forward.
Wu Wangqing snorted, dismissing him as a mere youngster. He pressed down with a palm like an ancient divine mountain.
But Dao Xiaotian stomped the ground, awakening the earth!
Dragon roars thundered as rivers of essence dragons surged, shaking the Martial Palace. Dragons filled the sky, unleashing滔天 (soaring)波动 (waves) that made heaven and earth tremble.
The essence dragons were so dreadful that Wu Wangqing trembled, spitting blood and flying back, his body nearly torn apart.
"Not good!" Wu Wangdong paled. He had forgotten Dao Xiaotian was a Earth Master, able to channel earth veins. This was the Martial Palace's core, where dragon veins lay—Dao Xiaotian was now invincible here!