Chapter 59

After retreating from that dark realm of consciousness, Zongshou felt dazed and it took a long while for his mind to gradually awaken.

Glancing out the window, it was just around dawn. The first rays of sunlight were piercing through the darkness, breaking through the clouds.

In other words, this time he had 'slept' for a full day and night.

To be honest, since coming to this era, apart from the first few days, Zongshou had never slept so soundly. Over these few months, even though he meditated every night to recover, the fatigue still accumulated.

"Finally awake, that demoness really did me in this time!"

The reason he was able to delve deep into his consciousness this time was mostly due to the aftereffects of the 'Yellow Spring Netherworld Melody' played by Zhao Yanran. With this opportunity, he was able to meet the true 'Zongshou.'

He moved his limbs, feeling not only physical comfort but also an extraordinary mental vigor.

However, when he thought of the young man who had completely vanished from this world, Zongshou couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.

"King of the Qiantian Mountain demon? What a big problem you've given me. This position isn't so easy to compete for—"

A silent, bitter smile appeared on his face, but his eyes gradually took on a serious look.

In the dream, though he didn't verbally agree, since it was the last wish of the 'Zongshou,' he would do his best to fulfill it.

Since he had taken over this body, he could continue to climb the peak of his dreams through this body. He also needed to do something for that young man.

Moreover, perhaps because he had absorbed the true 'Zongshou's' soul and fused with his nearly thirteen years of memories and emotions, the thought of Qiantian Mountain, which his father had founded, possibly falling into the hands of the Zong clan or Zong Yang, made him extremely uncomfortable. Unconsciously, he began to identify with this identity.

"Fine! What's the harm in competing? In my previous life, I dared to oppose the major sects of the Cloud Realm with no support. Could the people of Qiantian Mountain be stronger than the Lingyun Sect?"

With a disdainful cold laugh, Zongshou recalled the azure blue aura.

From the young man's words, this thing seemed to have been brought from ten thousand years in the future. But what it was, he had no idea.

Feeling utterly confused, he rubbed his head and then paused. He felt a furry sensation in his palm, not hair, but something like animal ears.

Behind him, it felt as if something was unconsciously swaying and occasionally fanning a gentle breeze.

Zongshou's face turned slightly pale, and he quickly stood in front of the bronze mirror in the carriage.

Then, he was struck as if by lightning, completely frozen in place.

At this moment, not only did he have two white fox ears on the sides of his head, but he also had two snow-white tails, about three feet long, continuously swaying behind him.

After a long while, Zongshou finally reacted. A scream of shock, almost like a woman's scream, echoed in the carriage.

"Young Master, what's wrong? What happened?"

Suchu Xue and Yin Yang immediately rushed into the carriage. The former, with worry in her eyes, hurriedly ran in. When she saw Zongshou, she was also startled, then slightly relieved.

"Fox form? Young Master, the celestial fox blood in your body has finally awakened! Heaven bless our master!"

"Celestial fox blood? Awakened?"

Zongshou gradually recovered from his shock and slowly calmed down. The image in the mirror was too shocking, even for someone with his mental cultivation.

Reminded by Suchu Xue's words, he recalled that the demon race would awaken their bloodline at the age of twelve, gaining various abilities from their lineage.

Suchu Xue, for example, had immense strength, agility, and precise intuition.

The bloodline of the seven-tailed celestial fox was even more powerful than that of the tiger-cat clan.

Originally, at his age, he should have already awakened. The delay was likely due to the original body's inability to cultivate.

"It's the celestial fox blood!"

Suchu Xue's eyes sparkled as she stared at Zongshou. She found the young master incredibly adorable at this moment. Resisting the urge to hug him, she explained, "Both the fox ears and tails are complete, and they are pure white with star patterns, indicating the purest celestial fox blood! The elders of the Zong clan in Qiantian Mountain always said your bloodline was impure. Humph! We'll see what they say when we return to Qiantian Mountain!"

"Indeed, it is a cause for celebration!"

Yin Yang nodded slightly, his expression filled with immense relief. "If His Majesty knew, he would be greatly pleased! Two generations of pure celestial fox blood, His Majesty and the Young Master, are truly the main lineage of the celestial fox clan!"

Zongshou examined himself more closely and noticed that both the tails and fox ears had star-like patterns, though they were very faint and hard to see.

The next moment, he felt a headache. If he had to go around like this for the rest of his life, he might as well be killed.

After some careful thought, he calmed down. He was only half-demon, with seven-eighths human blood and one-eighth celestial fox blood. The human blood was not inferior to the demon blood.

The time he would manifest his demon form each month was only one day. He could endure it.

At worst, he could hide during that day each month.

Self-comforting himself, he soon became conflicted again. Even one day was extremely difficult to bear.

"Zhao Yanran, Zhao Yanran, from now on, I will never forgive you!"

Clenching his fists, Zongshou gritted his teeth. For some reason, he had come to hate Zhao Yanran completely.

The celestial fox bloodline didn't awaken earlier or later, but precisely after he absorbed the true 'Zongshou's' soul.

It made sense that it was due to her.

He then became curious about what abilities his celestial fox bloodline would bring him.

The purest seven-tailed celestial fox blood, as Suchu Xue described, must be quite powerful—

Thinking of this, he decided to act. After Yin Yang and Suchu Xue left the carriage, Zongshou silently focused his inner energy and moved forward slightly. In an instant, he flew several yards.

"This speed is at least twenty percent faster than before! I have only awakened two tails so far. If I reach seven tails, how much stronger will I be? It's said that my father was born with nine tails, showing that this bloodline can still be strengthened!"

Stopping, Zongshou's eyes flashed with surprise. No wonder the demon race was so powerful ten thousand years ago, serving as the main force against demon beasts and the demons of various realms in the ancient era.

If everyone had such innate abilities, they would indeed surpass the human race. The only drawback was the difficulty in reproduction, which prevented them from growing in strength over ten thousand years.

He then punched to test his strength, feeling a slight increase, though not significant.

However, his bones and muscles had become much stronger, capable of withstanding more force.

But deep in his heart, there was a vague, hidden desire for violence and bloodshed.

If not for his clear mind, he might not have noticed it.

"According to historical records, the demon race is usually rough, violent, and extremely bloodthirsty, with cruel methods. It seems there is some truth to this. By fusing with the blood of ancient powerful beasts, they inherit part of their nature. This is likely the main reason the demon race is excluded from the Cloud Realm. It's not entirely the fault of the human race for being ungrateful—"

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