Chapter 1607: Where Does the Angel Bloodline Come From

The moment Xu Yang saw the full outline of the figure before him, he couldn't help but smile wryly. The reason was simple: the figure, whose statue had shattered to reveal his true form, was maintaining an angelic appearance.

He likely never imagined that Xu Yang, standing before him, was the true Angel God, with flawless angelic blood flowing through his veins. And if this imposter were to be told Xu Yang's true identity immediately, he would probably wish he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Xu Yang wore a playful expression. Instead of immediately revealing his true identity, he adopted an attitude of curiosity and awe towards the figure's power. "Clothed in golden light, with six wings on your back," Xu Yang said, "could it be that you possess the legendary angelic bloodline!"

Awkwardly enough, when the figure heard Xu Yang, he thought Xu Yang was incredibly reverent of the noble and flawless angelic bloodline. Pride and self-satisfaction immediately oozed from his very bones onto his face.

"Heh heh heh," the figure chuckled, "it seems your luck isn't bad. You recognized my angelic bloodline before I even made a move against you. Now I'll give you a chance: Kneel on the ground and worship me, taking me as your faith, transferring your soul's origin, and transforming it into the purest power of faith to offer to me. If you do that, I might spare your life, considering your extraordinary talent. Furthermore, if you prove devout enough, I might even consider taking you as my divine messenger. In that case, from now on, you can have authority in this Second Divine Temple world that I personally created, second only to me and above ten thousand others. Even the emperors of the three great empires would have to be respectfully deferential to you."

Xu Yang sneered, "That sounds like a rather good idea. But I have a flaw: I've never knelt before anyone in this life, nor have I ever met anyone worthy of my kneeling. No matter how powerful you are, you should not have said such words to me. Because by doing so, you have effectively pronounced your own downfall in advance."

Xu Yang uttered these most domineering words in the calmest tone, utterly shocking the arrogant, self-proclaimed angelic bloodline holder before him. The opponent had indeed entered the Boundless Realm, and certainly had reason to be proud of his cultivation level. What's more, he was also the creator of this Second Divine Temple world. He could have conversed with Xu Yang from a more authoritative position, leveraging his identity as the world's creator.

The awkward truth was that deep down, more than his identity as the creator, what made him feel more dignified was being a possessor of the angelic bloodline. It was precisely because of this mindset and action that he was destined never to gain even an iota of presence in front of Xu Yang, because anyone with angelic blood in the entire world had to prostrate themselves before Xu Yang.

An Angel God with flawless angelic blood could appear only once in each era at most. Xu Yang had traversed hundreds of thousands of years through the void to reach this current epoch. The angelic bloodline had long since been severed, so how could there be another successor with perfect angelic blood? This fellow before him was merely donning the illusory noble guise of the angelic race to conceal his truly hideous soul. In Xu Yang's eyes, the opponent was simply a joke. An ant that wouldn't even face its true self, able only to hide in the darkness and live a pathetic existence!

Without wasting more words, Xu Yang had no intention of hiding anything further. He watched as brilliant golden light, like a newly born seed of life, rapidly sprouted and radiated a pure golden brilliance around Xu Yang's body, completely stunning the fellow before him. In reality, the creator of this Second Divine Temple world did possess some angelic blood, but its purity was so diluted it was negligible. And the six gleaming golden wings on his back were actually an illusionary disguise he materialized using the power of laws; they were not true wings naturally grown from an angelic bloodline.

"Now," Xu Yang declared, "I will show you what the true power of the angelic lineage is."

As Xu Yang finished speaking, the infinite golden light from his body rapidly condensed into a complete physical form within an extremely short time. And the moment these tangible light rays combined, ten gleaming golden wings suddenly emerged from Xu Yang's back. This was not the limit of the number of wings Xu Yang could manifest, because each time he unfolded his wings, it meant fully activating the purest angelic bloodline within him. And activating the angelic bloodline without using this power for combat was akin to using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Therefore, in his normal state, Xu Yang rarely displayed his angelic wings in front of others. But in this battle, Xu Yang intended to open this fellow's eyes and teach him a good lesson.

When the brilliant golden wings on Xu Yang's back unfurled into his vision, this once-haughty creator god of the Second Divine Temple world finally lowered his head in shame. "Who exactly are you?" the figure stammered. "To possess such a pure angelic bloodline – a level of purity I have never encountered in my memory! To be able to manifest ten of the purest golden angelic wings at once! Could it be that you are the Angel God? No, that shouldn't be. In this world's epoch, powers beyond angels have long become history. How then were you able to awaken the bloodline of an Angel God?"

The figure's worldview seemed to be crumbling because of Xu Yang's display of power. Now, the figure's mind was in a complete mess. He no longer regarded Xu Yang as an opponent; his only thought was to figure out why, in this era when angelic power had been sealed away, Xu Yang could still wield it freely.

As he voiced this question, the smile on Xu Yang's face seemed to deepen. Xu Yang's dignified and composed demeanor was something the once-haughty creator god before him couldn't possibly compare to.

"You should be able to sense," Xu Yang began, "that in my eyes, this mere illusory world of the Second Divine Temple, I can shatter it into nothingness with just one hand. The reason I haven't done that is because I wanted to see what kind of talent the one who created this world and served as a pawn for the supreme god of the Kunlun Divine Dao truly possessed. But when I saw your true face, I even felt you were nothing but a pathetic joke. Because in this world, you cannot find your own unique place."