Traces of the Great Dao flickered into existence, and one could even vaguely hear the resonance of the Dao marks branded deep within one’s bloodlines. It was like a clear melody drifting through the ages, or perhaps the transcendent chanting of some celestial being.
These rhythmic vibrations reached Moyang’s ears like the tolling of evening drums and morning bells, bestowing upon him a sense of sudden, divine enlightenment.
"As expected of a Great Emperor. Just a single drop of blood, and yet it is so formidable, branded with the laws of the Great Dao. It is only because my cultivation is not yet high enough that I cannot make it truly my own..." Moyang’s heart was in turmoil as he muttered to himself.
Chapter 382