Evan Lin had never understood the purpose of his second dantian. When both dantians first formed, each held immense energy, but he’d never closely inspected them. Now, seeing their true state, he was utterly shocked.
The swelling sensation in that second dantian made Evan Lin extremely uncomfortable, as if it might burst at any moment. He had no choice but to frantically circulate that immense energy throughout his body, letting it rush through his meridians at full speed.
It was at this exact moment that he began breaking through—a sight that would shock anyone who witnessed it. But Evan Lin had no time to care about that; he knew that if he didn’t advance now, the awakened bloodline power might just explode him from within.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man couldn’t even get up. Evan Lin’s Ninefold Divine-Dragon Metamorphosis could manifest six combat bodies at once—one of which he’d barely managed to summon this time. Each body wielded half his attack power, and when all that force converged, the resulting strike was unimaginably terrifying.
Now, he was left with barely any intact flesh. More than half his muscles had vanished, his blood had soaked his robes, and even his internal organs were shredded. If not for his powerful cultivation, he’d already be dead at Evan Lin’s hands.
To be slain by a mere mid-stage God-Emperor was a reality he couldn’t accept—but it was happening to him now. As the Third Elder of Lost Gods Valley, he’d always been honored, but now that glory was wiped away in an instant. No one could endure such humiliation.
Even his God Infant now appeared listless, clearly having suffered heavy damage. The overwhelming force of Absolute Cleave was not something ordinary people could withstand—not even a mid-stage God-Venerable.
Despair filled his heart. Even if he survived today, his cultivation would fall to early-stage God-Venerable. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, losing power meant losing status—he might never be Third Elder again.
There was a reason he could cultivate Heaven-Phantom Thunder Cleave—he was born with a Thunder Spirit Body, giving him extraordinary mastery over lightning. Later, he met the Valley Master of Lost Gods Valley, who recognized his talent and personally taught him the first three forms of Heaven-Phantom Thunder Cleave. It was thanks to those three forms that he became Third Elder.
Enduring excruciating pain, he took out a red jade token from his storage ring, wrote a few words on it, and crushed it. Instantly, the token flashed with red light and shot off into the distance.
There was no doubt he was sending an emergency message. To be forced into this by a mere mid-stage God-Emperor—what a joke for the whole God Realm. He knew he might never be able to stay in Lost Gods Valley again, and his hatred for Evan Lin was immense.
At that moment, the Valley Master of Lost Gods Valley saw the message sent by the middle-aged man. The words appeared on a screen behind a folding screen—only five characters: Secret Realm—Rescue Young Lord!
If the Third Elder was sending a message, it meant he’d lost control of the situation—or worse, was in danger himself. The Valley Master’s expression changed instantly. “Everyone, come with me. I want to see who dares act so brazenly in Lost Gods Valley.”
During Evan Lin’s battle with the middle-aged man, the enormous tremor had already led the Valley Master to send people to investigate, but none had returned. Now, with the emergency message arriving via jade token, his anxiety grew. He realized the earlier commotion was clearly the Third Elder fighting another powerful opponent.
He knew exactly how strong the Third Elder was—at least top five in Lost Gods Valley. But now, seeing a call for help, he couldn’t help but worry about his own son’s safety.
Without hesitation, he flashed away toward the Secret Realm at high speed. Evan Lin, meanwhile, was completely unaware—his only focus was resolving the crisis of his dantian bursting.
After circulating his energy through several cycles, a crisp sound echoed inside him—the sign of breaking through to late-stage God-Emperor. But the energy in his dantian was still overwhelming, forcing him to keep circulating it. The power of God’s Blood was enough for him to reach early-stage God-Venerable.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—he couldn’t let it slip away. So even when the Valley Master and his group arrived, Evan Lin didn’t open his eyes, devoting himself entirely to cultivation.
The Valley Master’s first concern was naturally the youth injured by Evan Lin. Although the boy had taken the middle-aged man’s divine pill and survived, he was still unconscious.
“Take the Young Lord back and look after him. Today, I will make the one who hurt my son pay a heavy price,” the Valley Master told an elder who had come with him.
Then he checked on the middle-aged man, who was now barely clinging to life. "Third Elder, who did this to you? How could things get so bad?"
The middle-aged man replied weakly, "Valley Master, I failed to protect the Young Lord. The one who hurt us was that guy—his realm may be low, but his attack power is terrifying. Even with my strength, I was no match for him!"
"Is that so? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get justice today!" the Valley Master said angrily.
He slowly walked over to Evan Lin, but found him still in the midst of a breakthrough, seemingly unconcerned by his arrival. Looking closer, he realized Evan’s cultivation was only late-stage God-Emperor.
Shock and fury welled up inside him. How could his Third Elder be seriously injured by a mere late-stage God-Emperor? The thought was humiliating. If he didn’t kill Evan Lin, he’d lose all face.
“You there—who are you to hurt my son and my elder? If you don’t explain yourself today, I’ll make sure you die with no grave!” the Valley Master roared.
Evan Lin opened his eyes. Though he hadn’t yet broken through to early-stage God-Venerable, he could still split his focus, letting the energy in his dantian circulate through his meridians.
He stood and said, "Hurt them? In this world, it’s kill or be killed. If he didn’t kill me, I’d have killed him. You think being a God-Venerable makes you special? Why did I hurt them? Ask your precious son. As for who I am, you don’t need to know."
Evan Lin knew the Valley Master was a late-stage God-Venerable. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could win against such strength. He was ready to escape—even if it meant abandoning the meteorite. Awakening half his bloodline power was already enough.
“No matter who you are, you’ll pay for what you’ve done today! Prepare to die!” The Valley Master’s killing intent surged, making Evan Lin feel suffocated.
He suddenly felt a powerful pressure descend on him—the Valley Master was clearly using a Space Domain against him…