Therefore, he naturally couldn't say it was a system reward; if he said it was something he was born with, the other party might believe him.

Just as Luo Xing was speaking, the barbarian god's expression suddenly became complicated, looking at Luo Xing as if he were thinking about something.

"Kid, you say this bloodline is innate, so who exactly are your parents?"

"Could it be that they also have this bloodline?"

The barbarian god seemed to be expecting some kind of answer, wanting to know something from Luo Xing.

"This bloodline is unique to me; neither my father's nor any of my family's elders possess it."

"Do you really know what's going on with my bloodline?"

"Or do you know where I came from? I also want to know what's going on with my bloodline. I've always been much stronger than others since I was a child."

Clearly, this was exactly the answer the primal gods wanted to hear.

"That's right, that's right, that's really right, that's exactly it."

"Are you my master's successor?"

"I never imagined that my master's bloodline would actually be passed down to this day."

"The bloodline of the Ancient Sacred Body cannot be directly inherited; it can only be awakened by chance among future generations."

“Boy, you are the one who has awakened my master’s bloodline.”

"Back then, my master was invincible in the world."

"The most regrettable thing is his almost invincible bloodline, which no one has been able to inherit. I never thought that you would inherit it now."

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful. My master's bloodline has finally been passed down."

The barbarian god seemed to be looking at Luo Xing with satisfaction, feeling that he had finally...

He accomplished what he himself could hardly do; back then, he had almost exhausted all his strength. It also meant that he had inherited one percent of the bloodline within him.

Now, looking at Luo Xing's bloodline, he realized it was at least one-tenth of the original bloodline.

Even so, it's enough. After all, the bloodline of the Ancient Sacred Body is far beyond imagination. The fact that it has been passed down is already enough.

This can be considered as him not failing his master's expectations back then.

"Kid, you should call me uncle, by all accounts."

"I am a disciple of your ancestor."

“You can still call me uncle.”

Without saying a word, Luo Xing called out "Uncle," a greeting that made him feel incredibly comfortable, and he couldn't help but smile.

His soul had been ineffective for tens of thousands of years, but now, unexpectedly, it started laughing.

"Hahaha, at least he's a sensible kid. It seems not all of Master's descendants are cowards."

"With you inheriting your master's power, he should be able to rest in peace in the afterlife."

"Kid, I won't let you call me uncle for nothing. I'll give you a portion of my remaining savage god power right now."

Hearing what the barbarian god said, Luo Xing couldn't stop smiling.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Thank you very much, uncle."

Without further ado, the barbarian god began to pass on his power to Luo Xing.

Golden runes continuously appeared within Luo Xing's body, and it could clearly sense that Luo Xing's cultivation level was rapidly increasing.

In the end, if it weren't for the fact that Luo Xing's body was almost unable to withstand it, he would have continued to pour power into Luo Xing's body.

The power of the savage gods lies in their ability to break through all laws and establish a vast army.

All those fancy and flashy techniques were completely insignificant under the barbarian god's punch.

"Boy, you have now passed on all this power to me."

"But this power isn't something you can take for free; I have conditions."

Luo Xing cupped his hands and bowed deeply to the other party.

"Young man, thank you for your guidance, Uncle. I will obey any orders you give, even at the cost of my life."

The barbarian god observed the boy's attitude and concluded that it was at least acceptable, unlike the descendants of their savages. They were truly quite uncivilized.

His lineage was only initially characterized by its unusual appearance—a burly physique and immense strength—but in reality, his generation wasn't as uncivilized as some might think.

Unlike the savages who came later, they were all so awful that he couldn't help but complain. They were all like big, burly idiots.

Even the bloodline within him was pitifully thin.

And then there was that Holy Son Lingfeng from just now; his bloodline was so thin that he really didn't want to share his power with him.

"Boy, I want you to use all my strength to revitalize my savage tribe."

"The tribe that I, the barbarian god, founded back then, has now been reduced to living on this small patch of forest."

"I am unwilling to accept this."

"In ancient times, my barbarian race was a force to be reckoned with."

"Back then, how many people groveled at my feet."

"And how many people have bowed down to me?"

"Back then, how many tribes wanted to become slaves of my people?"

"But look at them now. This savage tribe can't even conquer a single forest anymore, and they're constantly being harassed by wild beasts from the mountains."

"Within a hundred years, I want you to revitalize my tribe."

"If you can do that, I'll give you an even bigger gift."

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