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Chapter 628 Bloodline, Battle Technique
After watching Jiang Wen and his group leave, the ruins fell silent.

The golden-scaled dragonman coughed up blood, clutching his chest, and stared at Yan Xiong's figure with a ferocious expression: "Good, good, good Yan Xiong, he actually has such strength. I underestimated him."

The shocked dragonmen then came to their senses and gathered around the golden-scaled dragonman.

"Boss Ye, are you alright?"

"Are you alright, young master?!"

"It's alright." The golden-scaled dragonman waved his hand at the crowd of dragonmen and slowly stood up. His dragon scales were shattered, and yellow blood flowed slowly. "I'm not dead yet, and Yan Xiong wouldn't dare to kill me. But I will remember this humiliation."

After standing there for a long time, the golden-scaled dragonman slowly turned around. He picked up the golden hammer from the ground and, surrounded by other dragonmen, walked towards the encampment. He didn't even glance at the dragonmen whose houses had been destroyed.

The colossal beast moved forward, with Yan Xiong seated atop it, looking down at the group. He was tall, not appearing short even on the beast's back. Jiang Wen sized him up as if he were a mountain. These Rock People were indeed robust, possessing such towering heights. At two zhang tall, they could easily reach six or seven meters, roughly the size of a two- or three-story building.

Sitting next to such a small giant would put immense pressure on an ordinary person.

However, it didn't affect Jiang Wen much. He had watched the battle closely and had a clear understanding of the strength of Yan Ming, Yan Xiong, and the others.

If he were to give his assessment, Yan Ming possessed the strength of the Perfected Realm of the Lamp, while Xuan Jue was a notch below him. The two Gaoshan brothers were considerably weaker. As for the suddenly appearing Yan Xiong, he had the strength of the late-stage Life Flame Realm, though still somewhat short of Perfected Realm, and would have a long way to go before reaching the Dao Palace.

The golden-scaled dragonman who wanted to invite him to visit the dragon-human race was likely at the mid-stage of the Life Flame realm. Although he could briefly unleash the power of the late-stage Life Flame realm, it wouldn't last long. Jiang Wen wasn't surprised by this, since, based on his observations in the Divine Capital, the Baixi tribe's strength was comparable to that of ordinary immortal sects.

Compared to those immortal sects with sages presiding over them, they are indeed far inferior. This is simply because those below the level of a sage are all mere ants.

Without reaching the level of a Sendai Saint, it's hard to imagine what the Saint realm is like. Jiang Wenji had told him before that the path of cultivation only has the Sendai Saint as a barrier. Crossing it leads to transcendence and sainthood; failing it leads to returning to dust.

Therefore, if one does not become a saint, one will ultimately return to being an ordinary person.

Having witnessed the battle, Jiang Wen gained a better understanding of the Baixi tribe's cultivation methods. Compared to the myriad races of Taicang in the past, the Baixi tribes seemed to have lost many things.

This puzzled him, and he looked at Yan Xiong and couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't the Rock People have any battle techniques?"

"Battle Techniques?" Yan Xiong frowned slightly upon hearing this. He looked at the young man, not understanding why the other would ask such a question.

"Isn't what you cultivate your clan's battle technique?" Jiang Wen tried to ask again.

“Brother Jiang, please don’t make things difficult for my elder brother.” Yan Ming, who was listening to the conversation, interrupted them. He shook his head at Jiang Wen and then explained the reason. “Our clan naturally has battle techniques, but the cultivation of battle techniques has long been prohibited. Nowadays, the Baixi tribe cultivates bloodline techniques, and no one knows how to cultivate battle techniques.”

"Bloodline techniques? They don't cultivate battle techniques?" Jiang Wen was immediately puzzled. He hadn't expected the Baixi tribe to abandon battle techniques. It should be known that all the races of Taicang possessed battle techniques, some even surpassing the secret arts of immortal sects. These techniques were far more sophisticated than the blood energy outward projection seen today.

"No one has practiced the Battle Technique for a long time; the Rock Clan's Battle Technique has long been lost," Yan Xiong sighed, telling Jiang Wen about the Battle Technique. "In fact, the entire Hundred Streams Tribe no longer practices the Battle Technique, not only because of its absence, but more importantly because the Divine Blessed Land is unsuitable for its cultivation. Forced cultivation would only result in exploding bodies and turning into blood. Only the method of bloodline activation is suitable for the Divine Blessed Land." "I see." Jiang Wen understood why the Hundred Streams Tribe didn't practice the Battle Technique. It wasn't that they were unwilling, but rather that they couldn't. Perhaps they experienced a great calamity when they migrated to this Fallen Immortal Land, causing the loss of their tribe's Battle Technique. As far as Jiang Wen could see, there wasn't even anyone in the Hundred Streams Tribe who practiced the Four Symbols Battle Technique.

The Four Symbols Battle Technique was adapted by him from the Four Symbols Formation. The Agu he had met was a practitioner of the Xuanwu Battle Technique. His body was incredibly tough, with unparalleled defense. However, at that time, he mistakenly entered the Sumeru Illusion of the Yuyun Clan, and when he came out, he had disappeared without a trace.

Agu is no ordinary person; he may also have secrets about Taicang.

As for why battle techniques cannot be cultivated in this blessed land, Jiang Wen didn't know if it was because the techniques were incomplete or because the spiritual energy of this place was incompatible. Perhaps he could find someone to try it out after returning from the Heavenly Tower.

Having survived the battle against the Dragonkin, the giant beasts no longer posed a threat. They continued towards the Sky Tower, and within half a day, the tower's majestic outline came into view.

From a distance, its grandeur is not apparent; it is only upon approaching that Jiang Wen can truly appreciate the magnificence of this sacred land of the Baixi tribe.

The Sky Tower is not an exquisitely crafted creation, but rather a brute force that pierces the clouds. Only when you get close do you feel its oppressive presence—the tower is made of countless rough, stacked boulders, their surfaces unpolished, retaining their most primitive, rugged outlines, with dark metal poured into the gaps, gleaming with a cold, hard luster.

The base of the tower is as thick as the foundation of a mountain range, and it narrows down layer by layer. Each layer is like an independent giant stone fortress with imposing crenellations. From a distance, it looks like a huge string of candied hawthorns.

Countless thick black vines stubbornly grow from the cracks in the tower, winding around it like blood vessels, adding to its ancient and vigorous appearance.

The tower itself has no exquisite carvings, only huge totem markings of various styles engraved on the surface of the giant stone. Some resemble roaring beast heads, some resemble birds with outstretched wings, and there are also ancient symbols that are hard to name. They are all deeply engraved into the stone marrow. Despite the erosion of wind and rain, they still exude a magnificent primal power and majesty, as if the souls of all the tribes of Baixi are condensed here.

Looking up, the spire had long since disappeared into the flowing clouds, with only a few faint glimmers visible, like the eyes of an ancient behemoth dwelling in the clouds, indifferently gazing down upon this divinely blessed land. A vast and boundless aura emanating from the primordial era swept over, inspiring awe, as if this tower had stood here since the beginning of time.

Vast and ancient.

The towering structure, seemingly without end, gave Jiang Wen a feeling of being transported back to the Tai Cang era.

He could faintly sense several powerful auras within the tower. Although those auras were weakening, they were still incredibly terrifying.

If his perception was correct, those auras must have been at the Dao Palace Realm level.

As expected of the Baixi tribe, which gathers hundreds of clans, he could sense more than ten auras comparable to Dao Palace True Persons since entering this blessed land. And within this Azure Sky Tower, there are many more such individuals.

"This must be the hero of the Baixi tribe," Jiang Wen thought to himself.

The colossal beast slowly descended before the towering gates of the Azure Sky Tower, where guards wielding weapons blocked its path.

(End of this chapter)