Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

"Who?" Tantai Hong immediately became alert, feeling the will of a True Lord descending.

"Relax, Lord of the Immortal Dynasty, we have come here to discuss important matters."

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The iron cavalry of the Daoist army were still sweeping away the remaining sect forces outside Tianjing City. The crisp sound of clashing swords and the cries of cultivators became the new Chaoge. Meanwhile, Tantai Hong's gaze had already pierced through the clouds and landed on the sky.

There, the aura often rises at a terrifying speed, and each pulsation of the aura signifies the fall of yet another True Lord.

Those who survive the battle royale must be the strongest among the strong.

Meanwhile, the entire Immortal Dynasty was operating at high speed.

To ensure efficiency, Tantai Hong spared no expense in creating tokens that allowed ordinary cultivators to falsely hold the golden position and suppress all dissent.

Meanwhile, across the land of Kyushu, the Great Battle of the True Lords was nearing its end.

Luo Kunlun stood atop a shattered cave, dozens of fruit-grade fruits floating in his palm. The golden nature of the fruits merged with the fruit-grade fruits, and the pressure emanating from them made the heavens and earth tremble.

There are a total of 365 True Lords in the entire world. Of course, excluding the controlled puppets, there are fewer than 200 true giants.

At this moment, not one in ten True Lords remains.

They all hid and absorbed the spoils of the hunt.

Those who can become True Lords are not fools. In addition, now that they have absorbed the fruit positions, their strength and status have greatly increased, and they have already found a way to deal with it.

It will take Luo Kunlun some time to find them.

Looking around, the entire world was shrouded in silence.

The calm before the storm is like the final circle of a battle royale game, where everyone is a cunning and savvy individual.

Only the ongoing process of completing the Immortal Dynasty's fruition system is stirring up trouble.

The True Lords did not intervene; this was an opportunity, so they tacitly approved of the changes within the Immortal Dynasty.

However, Luo Kunlun's attention was clearly not on that.

In a secret realm, shrouded in mist, even his senses could not easily perceive its depths.

That place is the ancestral home of the reclusive immortal clan, the Lu family.

The Lu family has a history of tens of thousands of years. There are three True Monarchs guarding the clan, known as the "Three True Monarchs in One Family". They are one of the longest-existing immortal clans in the Primordial Great World.

The previous battle royale had turned the world upside down, but the Lu family remained calm and hid away to digest the spoils of their previous joint hunt.

But compared to the other True Lords, something seems off.

No, something's wrong with the entire Lu family.

There is a connection between them, as if they originated from the same source and were born from the same root.

"I see." Luo Kunlun murmured, and with a flash, he appeared outside the Lu family's ancestral land.

The ancestral land was covered by a thick layer of mysterious ice and spiritual light. Deep within the spiritual light, an old figure slowly opened his eyes.

He was Lu Chen, the founding patriarch of the Lu family.

"Outsiders, you actually dared to come to this old man." Lu Chen's voice came from the depths of the icy light, carrying an ancient and vicissitude.

The next moment, the figures of the three True Monarchs stepped out from the ice. Their auras were exactly the same, and their eyes were devoid of any emotion, with only Xuan Chen's will flowing within them.

At the same time, the members of the Lu family, shrouded in icy light, all had empty eyes, like puppets on strings.

"Based on bloodline and transforming the body into a clan, it is somewhat similar to the bloodline system constructed by the primordial ancestor."

Luo Kunlun raised an eyebrow, his high-dimensional vision instantly expanding, revealing that Lu Chen's timeline was like a giant spider web, intertwined with the rise and fall of the entire Lu family.

Ten thousand years ago, Lu Chen was just a spoiled brat from a wealthy family, but by chance, he obtained a strange artifact called the Blood Source Record.

The most bizarre ability of that strange object is that it can allow a person to be reborn in the body of their bloodline descendants after death, continuously accumulating knowledge and talent.

After obtaining this treasure in his first life, Lu Chen went on a prolific procreation, leaving behind a large number of offspring.

When his lifespan was exhausted, he indeed awoke in the body of his most outstanding descendant, and from then on embarked on a treacherous path based on bloodline.

Through countless reincarnations and lifetimes of accumulation, his offspring multiplied, his bloodline grew ever larger, and eventually coalesced into a powerful immortal clan.

The Bloodline Record in his hands was constantly developed and modified by him with the knowledge accumulated over thousands of years. It was no longer limited to simple reincarnation, but was transformed into a bloodline system with him as the master.

The three True Monarchs in the clan were merely clones formed from three strands of his main soul. Most of the Lu family members were also under Lu Chen's control.

He took his clansmen as his foundation, integrated them into one, and forged a "clan path furnace" with unfathomable strength.

But what made them successful was also their downfall.

Luo Kunlun thus found him in the "final round".

Without any further words, he immediately made his move, and the clansmen behind him transformed into streams of light, merging into his body. For a moment, there were even faint signs of them merging and becoming one.

Instead of retreating, Luo Kunlun advanced. He didn't use probability to eliminate or modify reality; he simply threw a punch.

"Arrogant!" Lu Chen shouted in unison, and together they set up an ice-sealed curtain over the sky.

But just as his fist touched the sky, Luo Kunlun's vision precisely locked onto the core within his body.

That strange object called the Blood Origin Record.

"Is this all you're relying on? Then I'll sever your bloodline!"

The force was deflected, bypassing the sky and striking the blood-red jade slip directly.

A wisp of dark substance was expelled, and Lu Chen could sense that the other party had attacked his treasure in a strange and mysterious way.

The spiritual connection between himself and his people is breaking down at a visible rate.

His movements abruptly stopped, Lu Chen's body began to collapse, the Blood Source Record was damaged, his origin shattered instantly, and his aura plummeted.

Luo Kunlun moved like lightning, each punch landing squarely and each strike potentially fatal. There were no earth-shattering collisions, yet his attacks possessed overwhelming power.

"Bloodline Chronicles... My race... I am not reconciled!"

Lu Chen roared, attempting to burn himself to death and perish together with Luo Kunlun.

Kolo Kunlun merely glanced at him indifferently, then raised his hand and eliminated all chances of him "self-destructing".

Lu Chen froze on the spot. The flames that had just started went out, and he could only watch helplessly as Luo Kunlun walked towards him step by step.

"boom!"

Lu Chen perished, and his position was absorbed by Luo Kunlun.

Its original form also transformed into countless ice shards, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Only the Blood Source Record remained in mid-air.

"It still exists? This thing must be something extraordinary."

There's no other reason than that the wisp of dark substance just now was expelled by Luo Kunlun, something originating from chaos.

After Luo Kunlun completed the quantumization of his consciousness, he began to think about what to do next.

The answer is self-evident: to achieve full-body quantumization and forge a quantum body.

The power originating from chaos, and the special abilities gained from absorbing the Crimson, are both obstacles on this path.

They helped Luo Kunlun a lot in the past, but now they are useless and have become obstacles, so they should be discarded.

However, in this final moment, they can still serve as disposable weapons.

As a product of immense origin, originating from the unspeakable, even a small part of it is extraordinary.

The Blood Source Record blocked that substance.

Luo Kunlun raised his hand, and the blood-red jade slip covered in cracks floated lightly into his palm.

Countless fragments of images—these were Lu Chen's experiences throughout his lifetimes, which he already knew.

But deep within the Bloodborne Chronicles, there are blurry shadows that seem to traverse countless times.

"Damn brat, you ruined my plans!"

The voice was not like a human voice, but rather like the twisted and intertwined souls of countless spirits, exuding an eerie aura.

Luo Kunlun's eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly locking onto the core of the jade slip. He saw the blurry shadow solidify for a moment, transforming into an outline clad in a black robe, beneath which lay an unfathomable void.

The blood-red jade slip suddenly burst forth with a dazzling red light, and a terrifying suction force emanated from it, attempting to pull a wisp of Luo Kunlun's consciousness into it.

Luo Kunlun's barrier blocked the suction force.

Seeing this, the black-robed figure, though unaware of what had happened, understood that there was nothing he could do.

"Don't be so smug. We'll settle this score on the StarCraft battlefield another day!"

The moment the words fell, the black-robed figure suddenly disintegrated, turning into wisps of dark mist that vanished into the depths of the jade slip.

Without the support of its shadow, the Blood Source Record could no longer maintain its form, and the cracks on its surface spread at a visible speed.

click-

With a crisp sound, the blood-red jade slip shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of blood-red light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

Only the whisper of "Star River War Disk" echoed in Luo Kunlun's ears like a spell.

"Starship War Disk? What's that?"