Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 717 - 619: First Encounter with the Divine Race

PS: Revision completed

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In the World Erosion War, when the Human Race first opened, they were already at a disadvantage.

"Why not surrender!"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Lu Xuanji's mind.

Just at the beginning, yet already considering giving up.

Many times, wanting to be a defector, wanting to be part of the surrender faction, isn't easy either.

You must have value to exploit before you qualify to surrender.

After all, accepting someone's surrender means granting some interests to the surrender side. If the interest isn't enough, the surrender side will inevitably rebel or lay dormant troubles again.

All of this predestines the Human Race not to surrender, and the Purple Mansion Realm must fight to the death.

In the Feiyu Realm, the descendants left by the Celestial Immortal established a family called the Immortal Race; besides, there are the Eight Great Saint Races, each guarded by Tribulation Crossing Cultivators, with immense power, second only to the Immortal Race. Additionally, small clans and small forces cling to these nine major forces.

These forces are intricate and interwoven, forming the current power structure of the Feiyu Realm.

The Eight Great Saint Races seem to have immense power, but in reality, they are just the dogs, the servants of that Celestial Immortal.

Considering this information, Lu Xuanji's figure vanished.

Walking through the Feiyu World, he continuously gathered intel while occasionally slaying certain powerhouses to gain Celestial Merit.

Being only at Nascent Soul Cultivation, Lu Xuanji chose to stay low-key.

In fact, he had no choice but to be low-key.

This world, whether in land area, population size, resource scope, or number of powerhouses, far surpasses the Purple Mansion World. A mere Peak of Nascent Soul isn't worth much. Being cautious allows survival; if too high-profile, it's easy to perish.

Traveling in the Feiyu World feels like class solidification and inequality.

One Immortal Race and the Eight Great Saint Races occupy over seven layers of resources in the Feiyu World, claiming the most fertile areas,

while the remaining barren lands see countless small races and small forces fighting constantly, engaged in blood battles, with internal competition incredibly fierce.

As Lu Xuanji walked through an area, he suddenly sensed something, his footsteps flickered, heading to the scene of the incident.

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In a mountainous area, a group of cultivators was advancing, one holding a compass, seemingly calculating something.

"Blood River, are your data really accurate? This place is remote, on the edge, resources sparse, Spiritual Qi thin, how could there be any great opportunities here?"

A man with dragon horns on his head questioned.

The other four looked towards a sinister-looking, black-haired, handsome cultivator.

This person was Blood River.

Blood River smiled faintly, "According to my Celestial Secret Calculation, there's a hidden Divine Race tribe in this mountain range."

"Divine Race tribe, impossible! Impossible!"

The other four said it was impossible, yet their breathing quickened, eyes flickering with a fervent light.

Blood River's eyes also flickered with fervor, "Yes, it's the Divine Race. The Divine Race is naturally powerful, and upon reaching adulthood, they naturally become Void Refining Powerhouses. Once obtaining Divine Race blood, it can cleanse impurities, improve qualifications, helping us break through bottlenecks. Becoming Divinity Transformation Cultivators makes us significant figures in our sects!"

Though Feiyu World has many powerhouses, Divinity Transformation powerhouses are scarce.

Once a Divinity Transformation powerhouse is achieved, even in the Feiyu World, one is considered mid-upper class, holding a certain voice.

One cultivator asked, "How long till we arrive?"

"We've arrived; the hunt begins. If we wipe out the Divine Race tribe, we'll be rich!!"

Blood River smiled faintly, his figure flickered, moving forward.

The remaining three followed closely, quickly entering deep into the mountain range.

Reaching a valley, finding it vast and empty, nothing existed.

"Blood River, is this really the place?"

A red-haired man frowned slightly.

He activated his eyes, shooting beams of light, perceiving everything. His pupil technique could penetrate various Illusion Techniques. Yet under his technique, he saw nothing.

It seemed like the valley was just that, a valley.

"They're hiding cleverly, let me do it!"

Blood River smiled faintly, reached forward, and punched.

Crash!

Void shattered, the golden barrier in front broke apart, revealing a tribe ahead, less than a thousand people, yet all with strong qi and blood, men handsome, women stunning.

A man's eyes glistened with greed, "Divine Race! Truly the Divine Race!! A race favored by the heavens still exists. Excellent!! I've encountered a living Divine Race… hahaha!"

The Divine Race, born powerful, favored by the Cosmos.

Every newborn Divine Race has Golden Core Cultivation, and as time progresses, each has potential to evolve into a Void Refining Powerhouse, each a cultivation prodigy.

In any world, the emergence of the Divine Race brings extreme splendor, reigning over, even dominating a world, soon sliding into decline. The rise fueled by their bloodline, yet the bloodline is the Divine Race's shackle too, especially later on, requiring bloodline evolution to progress, increasing Bloodline Level.

Additionally, the Divine Race's blood is golden, brimming with vitality.

If Divine Race blood is used to refine Elixirs, it enhances a cultivator's qualifications and potential.

Many top powerhouses possess great qualifications, but their offspring may not, possibly quite average, even relatively poor.