Divine Inheritance doesn’t originate from the blood of Divine Creatures, but from that black crystal. The blood of Divine Creatures is just a prerequisite to activate it; it doesn’t inherently contain such a level of Power.
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"I’m fine." Chen Tiannan sat limp on the ground, speaking coldly. Most of the skin on his body was turning pale, coughing constantly, coughing incessantly.
Although he escaped, a black shadow had pierced through his body, causing catastrophic harm to his system, irreparable, irretrievable, making normal movement impossible.
Ximen Long saw his condition, frowned deeply, and said gravely, "What on earth happened to make you so battered? The others are all dead."
"Almost all are dead, except for me who managed to escape." Chen Tiannan coughed into his hand, blood seeping through his fingers, emanating a steaming heat, the blood was scorching, fiery: "Black Snake Hand received the Divine Inheritance, something’s wrong with him, unexpectedly powerful. He didn’t just kill our people, he killed his own too."
His eyes were crimson, unlike a human’s, because he had once teetered on the edge of losing control, but in the end, he clawed back from the brink of life and death. An Extraordinary like him is one in a million, needing an extremely resilient Spirit.
Before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly cut off, Chen Tiannan remained in the same posture, motionless, eyes still open, glancing in the direction of the moon with his peripheral vision.
Ximen Long’s eyelids twitched repeatedly, supporting Chen Tiannan’s body to lay flat on the ground, exhaling slowly, wiping his eyes, saying:
"He is a very pure person. From many years ago, he has been investigating me, wanting to find evidence of my crimes. It’s amusing; he’s too rigid, always operating within the rules."
"That’s why he’s managed to stay alive. Those who often don’t follow the rules like those who do."
"The more a person lacks something, the more they want to get close to it?"
Chen Tiannan lay on the ground, indifferently opening his crimson eyes: "What are you talking about? I’m not dead yet."
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At night, Yi Xiaodong and the others rested in a dilapidated building, migrating by day, resting by night, and searching for supplies in the Mysterious Shop.
They split into seven teams, advancing along different routes, and meeting at the destination. This prevents triggering a large Undead Tide and reduces exposure. Otherwise, more monsters lurking in the Darkness would notice them, leading to greater casualties.
Something seemed amiss.
Yi Xiaodong rubbed his forehead, constantly feeling like there were fewer people in the group, but after a careful count, there were none missing.
"Xu Jie, do you remember someone named Xue Nan in our base? Square face, wears glasses... maybe didn’t wear glasses." Yi Xiaodong leaned against the wall, looking up at the ceiling, eyes vacant, as if pondering something.
Upon hearing Yi Xiaodong’s words, Xu Jie looked over and shook her head, showing a perplexed expression: "Who are you talking about? I have no impression of this person. I remember the names of many people in the base, is it a newcomer?"
Yi Xiaodong closed his eyes, feeling his mind exceptionally muddled: "Probably not, should have been in the base for a long time..."
He wasn’t sure either; nobody remembered Xue Nan except he had a vague impression, a rough memory, as if this person was conjured out of thin air in his mind.
"Is the pollution too severe? Has my Spirit been distorted?" He began doubting himself.
Xu Jie watched him with a look of heartache, feeling Yi Xiaodong’s Spirit might be starting to have issues. She embraced him, her long hair hanging to the side, exuding a faint fragrance, refreshing and relaxing:
"Don’t worry about these things. Once we reach the destination, it’ll be fine. As long as you can hold onto yourself, the pollution will gradually lessen over time."
In the pitch-black corner, the two embraced, kissing continuously, the human warmth gradually rising, exuding a tempting scent.
A row of brand new books was displayed on the cabinet in the room, reflecting a faint light in the Darkness, seemingly placed there before the apocalypse, there for a long time.
But it seemed like no one noticed.
This wasn’t important anyway.