Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 865 Chapter 350: Pangu's Blood! The Buddhist Practitioners' Final Struggle! (Part

"Let's get straight to the point then." Zhao Feng grinned and strode directly toward Chi Quan.

He made a sweeping gesture with his hand.

The candlelight within the hall flickered and died down.

A scene of music and dance unfolded before them, breathtaking and beyond description.

Over an hour elapsed.

The grand ceremony concluded.

A crimson light erupted from Chi Quan's body.

An incredibly potent energy emanated from this blood-red luminescence.

"What in the world is this?"

Zhao Feng blinked in astonishment, his eyes wide as he gazed at the crimson light suspended before him.

"Detected [Pangu Blood - One Drop], fusion can enhance the physical body, change constitution, contains bloodline inheritance," the system panel chimed in.

"Pangu Blood?"

Zhao Feng's eyes widened further, a sense of disbelief washing over him.

Indeed.

This was not the fabled Pangu Essence Blood, but even as mere blood, it contained an immeasurable, vast power.

Pangu.

The Creator God of this realm, the origin of all existence. It could be said that no matter which race resided in the Primordial Wilds, they would all bow in reverence, calling him Father God, for all life stemmed from Pangu.

His blood.

It was the blood of the Creator God. Even if not essence blood, its power was still boundless.

"I never imagined the tribal legends were true."

Chi Quan gazed at the crimson glow before her, her delicate face beaded with perspiration and tinged with surprise.

"You know of this?"

Zhao Feng inquired, curiosity piqued.

"Husband, do you know why my Jiuli Clan has the tradition of a Holy Daughter?" Chi Quan asked softly.

"My knowledge of the Jiuli Clan comes only from ancient texts, not in great detail," Zhao Feng replied, shaking his head.

"Throughout the generations, the Holy Daughters of the Jiuli Clan are unmatched in marriage prospects. Each Holy Daughter undergoes a sacred ritual unique to our Jiuli Clan. Legend states that the power to revitalize our Jiuli Clan is sealed within the Holy Daughter's being. Once awakened, our Jiuli Clan would possess the might to challenge Shenzhou."

"However, through countless years, this power has never manifested until now. It requires the Holy Daughter to be wed," Chi Quan added, a dawning realization illuminating her features.

"If the Holy Daughter is forbidden to marry, then why did you marry me?" Zhao Feng chuckled.

"The Jiuli are not as rigid as they once were. Especially after the introduction of Qin's writings and culture, our ways have become even more flexible," Chi Quan retorted, rolling her eyes at Zhao Feng.

This young woman, it was clear, no longer harbored the same apprehension toward Zhao Feng.

Unlike his other consorts, who lived in fear of incurring Zhao Feng's displeasure.

"You are quite fortunate in your marriage."

"This time, thanks to you, I have obtained immense fortune," Zhao Feng declared with a laugh.

He extended his hand, directly reaching for the crimson light.

Instantly.

The crimson light was absorbed directly into Zhao Feng's body.

The Pangu Blood, once assimilated, would initiate a profound transformation of Zhao Feng's physical constitution.

"Acquired one drop of Pangu Blood."

"Choose whether to fuse?" the system panel presented the query.

"Fuse," Zhao Feng responded without a moment's hesitation.

If it were Ancestral Witch Bloodline, Zhao Feng might have reconsidered, reluctant to alter his human form. But Pangu Bloodline was an entirely different matter.

This was the bloodline of the Creator God. All beings in existence were but descendants of Pangu, making integration with his own lineage natural and beneficial. Fusing this blood would only serve to strengthen Zhao Feng's inherent bloodline.

As Zhao Feng's decision was made.

The drop of Pangu Blood surged into Zhao Feng's body with great speed.

Thump, thump, thump.

The blood integrated.

Zhao Feng's heart began to pound like a war drum.

"Can convert Dragon Elephant Force attribute 100,000 points, can convert all attributes 20,000 points, host please choose." The panel reappeared with another prompt.

Zhao Feng's current overall attributes were neither the initial ones nor those from the second transformation.

The present transformation represented a significantly higher tier of overall attributes.

It could be stated.

Anyone who obtained this Pangu Blood fusion would instantly ascend to might comparable to an immortal, a boon that also greatly enhanced Zhao Feng.

"Choose twenty thousand points for all attributes."

Zhao Feng made his choice without needing to deliberate, opting for the universal attribute increase.

In doing so, Zhao Feng was rewarded with a treasure chest.

The following moment.

The Pangu Blood fully merged with Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng, at this juncture, experienced an ascension.

His Dantian expanded, his Law True Essence surged.

His strength skyrocketed.

"Host's all attributes have broken through to 30,000 points, rewarding two Sixth Tier Treasure Boxes." The system panel announced.

"Chi Quan."

"You are truly my lucky star."

"It seems I must properly reward you."

Zhao Feng laughed heartily, initiating another action.

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Western Borders!

Following the decisive defeat of their allied forces by the Daqin Elite Soldiers.

The formidable Qin army executed a rapid and extensive campaign, pushing deep into the territories of the Western Borders.

No opposition could impede their relentless advance.

The first to face utter destruction was the nation of Dawan Country, situated nearest to Qin within the Western Borders.

Yet, the Qin army showed no inclination to cease their conquest after decimating this small nation.

Their march continued onward.

As time flowed like a river.

One month passed.

Two months elapsed.

Three months went by.

The various countries comprising the Western Borders offered little to no resistance; their supposedly invincible Buddhist Practitioners, after suffering considerable losses among their disciples, beat a hasty retreat, abandoning their sacred temples and converging upon the primary Buddhist temple within Wusun Country, the heart of the Western Borders.

It was not until the fourth month that the climax approached.

In the Capital City of Wusun.

"Wind, wind, wind."

"Such a powerful gale."

On the outskirts of the city.

A dark, armored legion surged forward like a relentless flood.

Countless waves of soldiers, accompanied by the howling wind, swept towards the Wusun Capital City.

Leading the charge was none other than Wang Ben.

Then, with a single, decisive movement.

A blade of True Qi effortlessly obliterated the city's formidable gate.

The black-armored torrent poured into the city, propelled by this overwhelming momentum.

Within the city's walls, the tens of thousands of Wusun soldiers were swiftly overcome, collapsing like a landslide, forced to their knees in surrendered submission.

The dark-armored host pressed on, penetrating the royal city and directly assaulting the Wusun Buddhist Temple.

At this critical juncture.

The army came to a halt. Thousands of archers meticulously drew their bows, aiming directly at the imposing Buddhist temple before them.

The targets locked firmly in their sights.

Tens of thousands of Buddhist practitioners stood assembled before the temple, clutching their long staves, poised for an imminent confrontation.

Beneath the unblinking gaze of the enemy, they showed no flicker of fear.

"Senior General."

"The Wusun royal city has been completely secured by our forces; only the Buddhist temple remains unsubdued."

As Wang Ben and Tu Sui reached this position, a dedicated commander swiftly approached to deliver his report.

Wang Ben and Tu Sui exchanged a meaningful glance and, with a synchronized, chilling command, declared: "Release the arrows!"

Upon receiving the order.

The elite soldiers surrounding them acted without a moment's hesitation, unleashing a volley of thousands of arrows toward the Buddhist temple.

An unending deluge of sharp arrows, akin to a merciless rainstorm, descended with savage intensity.

However.

The Buddhist practitioners gathered before the temple remained utterly composed, unfazed by the onslaught.

A senior Buddhist practitioner, his hand gripping a Zen staff, slammed it forcefully onto the ground before him.

With a deep, resonating boom.

A radiant curtain of golden light instantly expanded outward, engulfing the surrounding emptiness and, in the blink of an eye, encompassing the entire temple precinct.

In that very instant.

The millions of incoming arrows were suspended in mid-air, halted in their trajectory by this impenetrable golden barrier.

"People of Qin."

"Our temple is a hallowed sanctuary of the Buddhist Sect, and our revered Buddhist statue resides here."

"If you choose to withdraw now, the entirety of the Western Borders shall rightfully be yours."

"Otherwise, you shall bear the consequences if the Buddhist Sect is compelled to act unfavorably."

The Buddhist practitioner wielding the Zen staff uttered these words with a chilling finality, his aged countenance etched with a suppressed, yet palpable, anger.

"You intend to act unfavorably towards our Qin?"

"When you initially challenged our Qin, did you not consider the ramifications of acting unfavorably then?"

"And now, what is it that you truly seek?"

Wang Ben cast a discerning gaze upon the scene before him, his lips curling into a cold, dismissive chuckle.

Following that.

He bellowed out loudly: "Request the State Preceptor to take action!"

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