Chapter 1062 - 462:

The roar of the Blue Boy echoed far through the palace, yet the walls showed no sign of change, as if in an instant he had been stripped of all authority and power, and someone had dragged him from the Emperor’s throne, stripping him of the yellow robe symbolizing glory.

Images constantly flashed before his eyes: endless priests, officials, and strong men kneeling before him while he sat in the grand hall, enjoying the worship of all with an exalted posture. These images had appeared before, seeming normal yet leaving him feeling something was amiss.

Upon entering the hall, these images became even clearer, forming a coherent video. He seemed to travel back to an unknown era, with those people kneeling at his feet, yet without the previous power to control everything. Everything changed upon entering the palace.

After the images sharply clarified, he finally realized the source of that feeling of unease.

From his perspective, those kneeling were actually at a barely perceptible angle against him—they weren’t completely facing him!

His body began to tremble, unwilling to accept this reality. He looked down, a golden stairway crossed horizontally behind the chair he was sitting on. Someone sat behind him, higher up than he was! They were worshipping not him, but that person!

Perhaps he could act recklessly outside, but within this palace, in front of that person, all his powers were reclaimed!

"Gulp."

The Blue Boy swallowed and slowly turned his head.

A pair of ancient dragon-like dignified golden eyes were almost pressing against his back, staring tightly at him!

The Blue Boy gave a loud scream and fell to the ground. He remembered now, he remembered everything!

Those golden eyes gradually took shape, revealing a woman’s face. She sat on the highest throne of this palace, resting her chin with her left hand, casually gazing at the crowd below while the majesty emitted from those golden eyes seemed to crush everyone’s knees. No one dared to look directly at her authority; she was the sole ruler of this planet, the absolute ruler, she was the Bright Venerable!

And as for himself... he was her son.

Large beads of sweat continuously rolled down Blue Boy’s cheeks, the term ’son’ might cause misunderstandings because, in truth, all Ming Race People were children of the Bright Venerable. This means he wasn’t an irreplaceable existence like the Crown Prince, but rather... merely the Holy Blooder with the highest blood purity.

The instant Blue Boy realized this fact, he shivered.

He also recalled his mission: The Bright Venerable was the God of this planet, and her power would weaken significantly upon leaving it. So in the face of the great disaster, she chose to stay on this planet and confront the enemy directly, yet she had also prepared for defeat.

She crafted a Divine Body for Blue Boy and left a droplet of Source Blood to drive that body, and later used a Star Jumping Ship to send him away from this planet.

Blue Boy was not a deserter but carrying the heavy responsibility of reigniting the bloodline.

The reason Holy Blooders could no longer cultivate the Holy Blood Secret Scripture to its highest level was due to the death of the Bright Venerable, dimming everyone’s Holy Blood. The people of the Star God existed depending on the Star God, and the unique power within them would die along with the Star God.

And the droplet of Source Blood within Blue Boy could reignite everyone’s bloodline! This long-quiet civilization would regain its glory with his arrival!

"I am not here to wield power or inherit the God’s throne, I am... a sacrifice?"

The moment he realized this, Blue Boy’s face showed an expression uglier than crying.

Exactly, his mission was to ascend the altar here, using his life to ignite the Holy Blood within all Ming Race People!

Suddenly his legs thrust forcefully, shooting out like a cannonball, his Holy Blood burning within, smashing a heavy punch against the palace’s outer wall!

The fourteenth tier of the Holy Blood Secret Scripture, comparable to top King Tier attack, enough to tear any metal!

He’s not some ridiculous sacrifice; what does the former mission have to do with him? He’s Blue Boy, he’s Ling Feng! Not anyone else!

Most importantly... he doesn’t want to die!

"I haven’t traveled with my father and witnessed this great world, how can I just die like this?"

However, pain shot through his hand bones. This strike couldn’t even leave a fist mark on the wall!

"Grand General, stop fooling around."

"Don’t you know what this palace’s outer wall is made of?"

A rasping voice like a broken bellows arose in the hall, making Blue Boy tremble all over, a picture appearing in his mind, the Bright Venerable sitting on the primary seat, below her was him and an old man wearing a finely crafted white robe.

"High Priest, how could you still be alive?"

He shouted incredulously.

"Hehe, unexpected, right? You, the one needing rebirth to continue the inheritance, whereas I am still alive, surviving as a soul thanks to the great power of the Bright Venerable... twenty-three million years." The old man’s voice seemed to carry the vicissitudes of time.

Twenty-three million years... a time dimension belonging only to gods, ordinary people would go mad not just in twenty-three million years, even in two thousand years!

Blue Boy remembered more, he escaped aboard the Star Jumping Ship, even under the Bright Venerable’s protection, a spear contained with Tribulation pierced his body. He arrived at a Desolate Star, and there he rested.