Divine Bloodline Ascendant

The entire land was parched and exhausted, the sky sunk into endless gloom. Shards of time and space crisscrossed in every corner, while ceaseless ghosts assaulted without end, leaving the world gasping for breath.

“The Thirty-Seventh Annual Sinner Survival Tournament has begun. Let us wait and see—after these thirty days, how many sinners will still be alive.”

With a flick of the light-brain, the event hosted by the so-called “organizers” could be accessed—one could bet on any sinner, wagering on whether they would survive and reaping high odds if they did. Bets could also be placed on who would make the top three, earning even greater returns, and as for the champion's odds, they were enough to make anyone’s eyes burn with envy.

“Number Thirty-Seven looks strong. I’ll bet a hundred credits.”

“Number Fifty-Five—though a woman, I’ve kept an eye on her. She’s remarkably tough. I’ll wager a thousand credits.”

“Number One, the favorite to win it all—low odds, but the highest probability. I’ll put down ten thousand credits.”

People opened their light-brains, placing their wagers as if this were nothing but a game for their amusement.

Sinners were the most wretched class in this world. Due to genetic defects, their lifespans barely reached thirty years. No matter how brilliant a new sinner might be, in the eyes of humanity, they were no more than ants—forever unable to develop abilities, forever unable to surpass the limits of the human body.

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Xia Yan lifted his head to the sky—murky and gray, the telltale sign of a