The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Chapter 1862 – Birth of a God (1)

In the next few days, Shen Yanxiao had been adding various curse techniques on Mingye. She retained Mingye’s essential character, and set him to cut off the soul chains after resurrecting the dragon skeletons in the Dragon Cemetery. All of this would be done under the watchful eyes of countless undead. Shen Yanxiao was afraid of making a little mistake, so she was very careful.

While she was using her magic power, Shen Yanxiao found that her magic and dou qi had been greatly improved after her dragon blood was fully awakened, and she had now approached the realm of the powerful Saint Professionals. This discovery made Shen Yanxiao very happy.

“I wonder if I will be able to ascend to be a Divine Professional directly after awakening all my blood.” Shen Yanxiao couldn’t help but think that although there was still a gap between the peak of a human profession and a real god, if she could really reach that level, at least in the face of the devils, she wouldn’t have too much difficulty.

After the last battle between gods and devils, human beings and other races had suffered tremendous losses. Countless top powers had fallen and the most powerful groups of people were forever lost. After that, the ascension of all the races had been greatly delayed without the guidance of the top powers. As a result, in the past ten thousand years, the emergence of top powers in all races had been very rare.

The battle with the Devil Race in three years did not look optimistic.

The powerful God Race had fallen, and the top powers in all the races had declined sharply. Would they be able to resist the attack of the devils?

Nobody knew the answer to this. Shen Yanxiao could only pray that those in the Broken Star Palace could train and produce more strong individuals. Because in the battle with the devils, those who were below the second stage profession would have little effect in the face of the higher devils.

“It should be all right.” Xiu stood beside Shen Yanxiao. These days, he often appeared in his corporeal body.

“Xiu, actually, there’s something I’ve always been curious about. Big Brother Siyu said that I have the blood of eight races in my body, then… the god’s…” Shen Yanxiao paused and looked at Xiu. Xiu was the only god that ended up in the hands of those Warlocks. It could be said that the source of the divine power that had been integrated into her body was Xiu.

But was not Xiu’s conscious soul residing in her body? So did she obtain the blood of the god in the end or not?

Xiu looked at Shen Yanxiao and slowly said, “My soul has been stored in your body since you were a newborn. Although you cannot completely absorb my power, the long sojourn of my soul in your body has branded a part of my soul within your own. The divine power I instilled into you will slowly activate those traces. There is indeed the power of the gods in your body.”

Ouyang Huanyu’s experiment was almost successful, but this success had to be fueled by Xiu. If Xiu did not provide Shen Yanxiao with divine power, even if he stayed in Shen Yanxiao’s body for a long time, it was impossible for the traces of a god in her soul to wake up. If these traces hadn’t been awakened, Xiu would have always been asleep, and couldn’t become Shen Yanxiao’s strength at all.

“That means, I’ve inherited your… bloodline? ” Shen Yanxiao’s expression was somewhat strange. When she reached the word “bloodline”, why did she suddenly felt that her relationship with Xiu had become strange?

Wasn’t bloodline a thing that existed only between relatives?

“Just my power, not blood.” Xiu seemed to have guessed Shen Yanxiao’s worries, and shook his head slowly.

“There is no such thing as bloodline among the gods. The gods are not conceived by a mother.”