Traces of the Great Dao emerged, and one could even faintly hear the strands of Dao markings imprinted in the bloodline vibrating, emitting wisps of sound like clear notes echoing across eternity, or perhaps the transcendent chanting of Buddhist mantras.
Those wisps of sound reached Mo Yang's ears like evening drums and morning bells, giving him a feeling of sudden enlightenment.
"As expected of a Great Emperor, even a single drop of blood is this astonishing, imprinted with the laws of the Great Dao. It's just that my current realm is still not enough to truly make it my own..." Mo Yang's heart was far from calm as he murmured softly.
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