Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

Just as Blood Demon was defeated by Ye Yunjian, the mysterious object suddenly emitted a blinding light, like a small sun illuminating the entire battlefield. Everyone involuntarily raised their arms to shield their eyes. A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the object, distorting the surrounding air and creating an inexplicable sense of oppression in everyone's hearts.

"No! This is..." Zi Yan's face turned pale instantly. He stared wide-eyed at the mysterious object emitting a dazzling light. His voice trembled slightly, as if he had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

The Spirit Clan elder struggled to his feet, clutching his chest and coughing violently, blood seeping from between his fingers. He endured the pain, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. He muttered to himself, "What...what kind of power is this? How can it be so strong?"

The crowd unconsciously drew around, their eyes fixed on the mysterious object.

At this moment, the light on the mysterious object suddenly became even more dazzling, as if it were about to explode. A powerful force began to gather inside it, a force as unfathomable as a bottomless pit, causing everyone present to feel an unprecedented fear.

Just as everyone was in astonishment, a phantom light and shadow slowly emerged from inside the mysterious object. It was like a sleeping giant slowly awakening. What would it bring?

The dazzling light was like a newborn sun, so bright that everyone could not open their eyes.

A strange energy fluctuation permeated the air, making it oppressive and suffocating.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, the chill was biting, as if even blood would freeze.

The mysterious object's light grew stronger, beating rhythmically like a heart, each pulse accompanied by a powerful energy ripple spreading outwards.

Ye Yunjian was the first to break the suffocating silence.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

He slowly took a step forward, leaning slightly forward, his right hand unconsciously gripping the hilt of his sword.

An invisible pressure enveloped him, but he showed no sign of backing down; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

Just then, the mysterious object suddenly trembled violently, and the light became even more intense.

Immediately afterwards, beams of light shot out from the object like sharp swords, attacking the crowd.

"Watch out!" Xuanfeng shouted, warning everyone to take cover.

Ye Yunjian reacted quickly, swinging his longsword to try and block the incoming light.

However, the power of light far exceeded his imagination.

With a clang, his longsword was deflected, and a sharp numbness shot through his arm.

A look of seriousness flashed across his face, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

The others also unleashed their respective magical weapons to defend against the incoming light.

In an instant, light shone brightly, energy surged, and the entire space was filled with a dangerous aura.

Murong Feng's sword energy surged, Xingluo's figure moved nimbly, and Ziyan muttered incantations, seemingly performing some kind of secret technique.

However, these attacks were like throwing a stone into the sea, having no effect whatsoever on the light.

The air was thick with the smell of burning, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.

What exactly is this mysterious force?

How should they respond?

Just when everyone was at a loss, the Spirit Clan healer, who had been silently taking care of the wounded from the back, suddenly made an unexpected move...

He shoved aside the wounded man beside him and rushed toward the mysterious object that was emitting a dazzling light!

"What are you doing?!" Zi Yan exclaimed in surprise.

The Elven healer, who was tending to the wounded in the rear, suddenly rushed toward the mysterious object.

Everyone thought he had gone mad. The spirit girl cried out, "Don't go over there!" But he ran to the mysterious object, took out a small bottle that emitted a soft light from his pocket, and sprinkled the liquid in the bottle onto the mysterious object.

The liquid scattered like starlight, hissing as it touched the light. A strange herbal aroma filled the air, mixing with the suffocating energy fluctuations from before, creating a bizarre scent.

This unexpected move stunned everyone, adding a touch of doubt to the tense atmosphere.

The mysterious power was affected by the liquid in the small bottle, causing the light to become disordered, like wildly dancing silver snakes darting about.

The oppressive feeling eased slightly, but soon the chaotic light converged again, as if controlled by an invisible hand, condensing into a huge ball of light that emitted a heart-palpitating energy wave, pressing down on the group.

The oppressive feeling brought by the ball of light was even stronger than before, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on us, making it hard to breathe.

Murong Feng and Ye Yunjian stood side by side, their gazes firm, showing no sign of backing down.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and simultaneously unleashed the Xuanhuo Sect's combined formation—the Burning Heaven Blazing Flame Formation.

The two men moved their hands rapidly, chanting incantations. Crimson flames surged from their bodies, intertwining to form a massive fire barrier, as solid as an impregnable fortress, blocking the way for the crowd.

The flames burned fiercely, emitting a scorching heat that contrasted sharply with the cold ball of light.

The ball of light collided with the barrier of flames, producing a deafening sound that echoed through the valley like a thunderclap.

The surrounding rocks were shaken down, and dust flew up, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Everyone scrambled to avoid the falling rocks, watching the contest of strength with bated breath.

The flame barrier trembled violently, seemingly on the verge of shattering at any moment, while the ball of light continued to assault it, attempting to break through the barrier's defenses.

The two sides were deadlocked, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Just then, the ball of light suddenly burst forth with an even brighter radiance, and a powerful shockwave spread outwards...

"Murong!" Ye Yunjian exclaimed in surprise.

The ball of light exploded, and a powerful shockwave, carrying blinding light, instantly engulfed Murong Feng's figure.

"Murong!" Ye Yunjian's exclamation was drowned out by the roar of the explosion. He watched helplessly as his senior brother flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the jagged rocks.

Dust flew and gravel tumbled down. Murong Feng's body collapsed helplessly to the ground, his blood, like blooming red plum blossoms, soaking the soil beneath him.

The pungent smell of blood instantly assaulted Ye Yunjian's senses. His heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and a suffocating pain spread throughout his body.

The sense of powerlessness from his past life surged back into his heart, overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes burning with rage, a mixture of guilt and anxiety threatening to consume him.

"Senior Brother Murong!" Xingluo cried out and ran quickly toward Murong Feng. The others also looked worried and anxiously watched their companion lying in a pool of blood.

The battlefield, which had been bustling just moments before, was now replaced by low breathing and anxious whispers.

Everyone was shrouded in a heavy gloom, and a sense of despair spread like a plague.

In this oppressive atmosphere, Ye Yunjian suddenly remembered what Zi Yan had mentioned about a method for utilizing an ancient power hidden within one's own bloodline.

That is a mysterious power that exists in a distant era and can resonate with heaven and earth; only those with pure bloodlines can master it.

He slowly closed his eyes, held his breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He began to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body, which flowed slowly through his meridians like a gentle stream.

He was trying to find that resonant power, to sense the dormant energy deep within his bloodline.

Time seemed to stand still, everything around became blurred, and only the sound of spiritual energy flowing within the body remained.

Suddenly, a warm power surged from his dantian, like a sleeping dragon awakening, carrying an aura of dominance over the world, and instantly rushed to his limbs and bones.

He felt an unprecedentedly powerful force surging within him, as if he could control everything in the world.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, like a newborn sun, instantly illuminating the entire valley.

This golden light carried a sacred and ancient aura, completely different from the light of the previous mysterious object.

It is not violent, but rather possesses a reassuring gentleness.

The golden light converged into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, and then, like a drawn sword, accurately struck the still churning ball of energy.

With a crisp cracking sound, the ball of light melted away like ice and snow under the golden light, completely shattering into starlight that dissipated into the air.

The gloom that had hung over everyone's hearts vanished, and the oppressive atmosphere was instantly replaced by joy and excitement.

The joy of surviving the ordeal and the shock at Ye Yunjian's power intertwined, forming an indescribable emotion.

Just as everyone was relieved that the crisis had passed, the Spirit Clan physician looked at Ye Yunjian with a solemn expression and slowly uttered a few words:

"He...has awakened..."

As the golden light faded, the valley returned to calm, with only the lingering strange energy fluctuations in the air reminding everyone of the thrilling scene that had just unfolded.

Ye Yunjian slowly calmed his aura, and the surging power within his body gradually subsided. However, he could sense that this power had not disappeared, but was lurking deep within his bloodline, waiting for his summons at any time.

The spirit girl ran to Ye Yunjian's side, her eyes filled with admiration and love.

She gently took Ye Yunjian's arm, her cheeks slightly flushed, and whispered, "You're so amazing, you always manage to turn danger into safety." Ye Yunjian looked at her, a gentle smile on his face, and stroked her hair, softly comforting her, "It's alright, everything is over now." After the tension subsided, this heartwarming scene seemed especially precious.

Murong Feng was helped up, his face pale and blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, but when he looked at Ye Yunjian, his eyes were filled with relief and pride.

Xingluo and Xuanfeng also walked to Ye Yunjian's side, their faces filled with the joy of surviving a disaster and the shock of Ye Yunjian's power. They expressed their admiration and gratitude to him.

Zi Yan looked at Ye Yunjian thoughtfully, her eyes flashing with a complex light.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, the Spirit Clan healer suddenly turned pale and his body trembled slightly. He leaned against a boulder beside him, barely supporting his swaying body, and said in a hoarse voice, "Although...although we have neutralized this mysterious power, but...but I'm afraid we have triggered some kind of greater restriction..." His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a murmur, as if he had used up all his strength.

Everyone stared at him in astonishment, their joy instantly freezing, and an ominous premonition gripped their hearts.

They didn't understand what the Eldar doctor meant, nor did they know what new dangers they were about to face, but they knew that things were far from over...

The Spirit Clan healer took a deep breath, trying to stay conscious. He raised his hand with trembling hands, pointing to the depths of the valley, and said with his last bit of strength, "There... there is the real..." Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground.