Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao
Chapter 256: Second Bloodline Awakening!

Chapter 256: Second Bloodline Awakening!

The dragon fortune aura surged around Arthur, golden and majestic, wrapping him in waves of pure power.

It was like the heavens themselves were pouring energy into his body, unlocking something ancient and buried deep within him.

His Chaos Dragon Bloodline reacted instantly. A deep tremor ran through his core, his very essence responding to the overwhelming might.

His heartbeat quickened, each pulse resounding like a war drum.

Suddenly, an unseen force within him shattered the final barrier, and his second bloodline phase awakened with an explosive surge.

Arthur’s eyes snapped open, glowing like molten gold. His entire being felt as if it had ascended beyond mortal limitations, his body refined to a level far above what it had been before.

Power. Absolute, overwhelming power.

He could feel it. His cultivation, previously solid at the peak of his realm, now stood at the edge of a breakthrough. If he willed it, he could step directly into the Martial Emperor Realm, surpassing countless warriors in an instant.

’So this is what it feels like...’ Arthur clenched his fists, feeling the surging energy within.

He had perfected his current realm—one more push, and he would ascend.

But now was not the time.

All across the grand arena, a sudden wave of pressure swept through the spectators.

A heavy, primal bloodline suppression filled the air, pressing down on everyone like an invisible mountain. Even the strongest cultivators among the crowd found their breathing uneasy.

Gasps, exclamations, and murmurs filled the stands as warriors, nobles, and elders alike turned their gazes toward Arthur.

"W-What is this pressure?!" A young noble stumbled backward, his face pale as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Impossible!" An elder from the Phoenix Clan gritted his teeth, his own bloodline screaming in protest. "Is this truly the aura of a dragon? No—it’s even beyond that!"

The air shimmered with pure dominance, a power that felt both ancient and boundless. Even those who had never seen a dragon before instinctively knew what they were facing.

Among those watching, Emperor Markus Hartfield sat on his grand throne, his eyes narrowing as he observed Arthur.

His expression was calm, but his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest.

’This boy... just what is his origin?’

The Emperor had always had suspicions about Arthur’s background. He had watched the young warrior grow, shattering one expectation after another, displaying talent that defied logic.

And now, seeing the pressure of an awakened dragon bloodline, he could no longer ignore the thought that had lingered in his mind for so long.

’Could he be from one of the ancient dragon clans in the Immortal Realm...?’

Meanwhile, in a hidden corner of the stands, an elder of the Draknoth Clan—a true Dragon Clan elder—watched with barely contained excitement.

His golden eyes gleamed with undisguised pride.

’To awaken the second phase of his bloodline at such a young age... Arthur truly is remarkable!’

His hands trembled slightly, not out of fear but from sheer anticipation. This was proof—Arthur’s Chaos Dragon Bloodline was maturing at an astonishing rate.

Not many within the clan could awaken this phase so early, yet Arthur had done it before even reaching the Emperor Realm.

And this was only the beginning.

Arthur slowly exhaled, his chest rising and falling as the pressure around him began to stabilize. He could feel the countless eyes watching him, filled with curiosity, admiration, and even fear.

But he paid them no mind.

Instead, he turned his attention inward, focusing on the newfound changes in his body. He could already tell that his strength had doubled, perhaps even tripled. His blood felt like liquid fire, carrying an unshakable vitality.

’I need to analyze everything properly later.’

Now, however, he had other matters to deal with.

He lifted his gaze, speaking in a calm but commanding voice.

"Aixen."

At his words, a soft hum filled the air. From within the golden palace floating above the steps, a brilliant spirit of light emerged.

"Yes, Master?" Aixen’s voice echoed within Arthur’s mind. The Artifact Spirit of the Nine Heavens Palace awaited his command.

Arthur’s eyes gleamed as he issued a single order.

"Conceal my next move."

Without hesitation, Aixen acted instantly.

A silent ripple spread out, an illusory veil settling over the surroundings. To the outside world, Arthur still stood there, motionless at the 999th step.

Yet, in reality, something else was happening.

Far above, hidden within the void, two figures noticed the anomaly.

Suo Hao, hidden within his intricate array formation, narrowed his eyes.

’What is he planning?’

Meanwhile, the Draknoth Clan Elder also felt the shift but remained composed.

Though neither of them saw through the illusion directly, their instincts told them that Arthur was doing something unseen by others.

However, they sensed no hostile intent, so neither interfered.

Arthur, now hidden by the illusion, took a deep breath and lifted his foot.

The space before him shimmered, and then—a crack appeared in the void.

A swirling black rift opened just a few feet ahead of him. The air around it twisted, a silent pathway into another space forming.

Without hesitation, Arthur stepped forward.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, his entire body vanished into the spatial tear, disappearing completely from the arena.

Yet, to the eyes of the thousands watching, he remained standing at the 999th step, completely still.

Aixen’s illusion had ensured that no one would realize what had just happened.

And so, in a single step, Arthur left the known world—entering the unknown.

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Across the five continents, a sudden disturbance shook the very foundations of the cultivation world.

The moment Arthur’s foot touched the 999th step, the same step vanished from every other Divine Ascension Stairway, throwing all who witnessed it into chaos and confusion.

On the Eastern Continent, the Celestial Sword Pavilion, one of the most powerful sects, found itself in complete disarray.

A young disciple attempting to ascend the steps suddenly stumbled as the 999th step disappeared beneath him. His body trembled as he barely caught himself on the previous step.

"Elder! The last step... it’s gone!" the disciple cried out, his face pale.

The sect elders, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately took action. Their expressions were solemn, their divine senses sweeping through the surroundings.

"This is no ordinary event," Elder Tianlong muttered, stroking his beard. His eyes gleamed with deep contemplation. "For the 999th step to vanish across all continents simultaneously... something monumental has occurred."

Another elder, standing beside him, let out a heavy breath. "Could it be...? Has someone finally completed the Divine Stairway’s trial?"

Silence fell over the sect. If someone had reached the end, then this was an event that could shake the very balance of the world.

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At the Emperor Academy in the Central Continent, the atmosphere was tense.

The academy was the most prestigious institution for cultivators, known for nurturing some of the strongest warriors in history. Here, only the most talented geniuses could set foot upon the Divine Ascension Stairway.

Yet now, as news spread that the 999th step had vanished, countless figures—elders, teachers, and students alike—gathered at the stairway, their eyes filled with astonishment.

"Impossible!" a silver-robed instructor exclaimed. "Even our greatest prodigies have only reached the 998th step, and that was after centuries of effort! How could someone complete it?!"

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder. Speculation spread like wildfire.

One of the academy’s most promising geniuses, Shen Yue, clenched his fists as he gazed at the stairway.

’Who did this?’ His mind raced, unwilling to accept that someone else had surpassed them all. He was supposed to be the strongest of his generation.

Meanwhile, deep within the academy’s grand hall, the Grand Headmaster, an aged yet imposing figure, sat in silence.

The elders before him were already in heated discussion.

"This could only mean one thing!" one elder exclaimed. "The Reincarnated Mortal Emperor has returned!"

Another elder nodded gravely. "There is no other explanation. For someone to reach the peak, they must be the reincarnation of that ancient ruler."

The Grand Headmaster finally opened his eyes, his gaze sharp.

"If the Mortal Emperor has returned," he said in a deep voice, "then the world as we know it will change once more."

A long silence followed. The weight of his words was undeniable.

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On the Western Continent, at the Black Dragon Sect, a similar reaction took place.

The Sect Master, a man clad in dark robes, stood with his arms behind his back, his piercing eyes fixed upon the now-incomplete stairway.

"So... someone has truly reached the pinnacle." His voice was calm, but his mind raced with countless thoughts.

Behind him, his most trusted Disciple, Lu Fang, stepped forward. "Master, should we investigate?"

The Sect Master smiled faintly, though his expression remained unreadable. "No need. If this person truly is the reincarnated Mortal Emperor, then sooner or later, they will make themselves known."

Lu Fang nodded, though his heart burned with curiosity.

’Whoever you are, I will find out your identity.’

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The reactions across the five continents were similar. From the Misty Cloud Sect in the Northern Continent to the Golden Sun Clan in the Southern Continent, countless sects, clans, and empires scrambled to understand what had happened.

Some saw this as a divine omen, a sign that the world was about to undergo great upheaval.

Others viewed it as a threat, fearing what such a being could mean for the balance of power.

Yet, no matter how much they speculated, one thing was clear—the world had just changed.