A little later, after breakfast, everyone went about their own business.
Cleia was walking on the path leading to the other half of the Holy Mountain, still feeling a bit dizzy.
Although it was just casually ntioned in a few remarks during breakfast, the information contained in those words was indeed overwhelming for Cleia.
What seems like a daunting task to others, the path to the Peak Saint Tier, is rely a matter of sequence for Lynn’s family. As for the difficulty... what is there to talk about sothing that doesn’t exist?
Even she, who has just joined this family, has a share; clearly, she was just an ordinary middle-level mber of the Light Church Court, how did she suddenly surpass His Holiness the Pope?
With such a heavy heart, Cleia made her way back to the Imperial Palace of the Light Empire on the other side of the Holy Mountain.
Compared to the Light Church Court, the Imperial Palace of the Light Empire was even more resplendent and luxurious. In terms of opulence, it was second only to the palace of the Celestial Destiny Empire, worthy of being called the second palace in the world.
But Cleia had no interest in paying attention to these things that she had long grown tired of and didn’t care about. She frowned and walked straight to the deep palace, where the morning court had already ended, and her imperial brother, the Emperor, was most likely training in the Inner Palace.
Compared to many emperors who indulge in extravagance, her brother was quite diligent, and his talent was quite remarkable. He was a full five years younger than her, but his level of strength was not much different. It must be known that she was also once hailed as a prodigy.
In the palace, Cleia moved unimpeded, and it didn’t take her long to find her brother, the current Emperor of the Light Empire, Wayne Windsor, in the rear hall’s martial training ground, honing his body.
"Sister, how do you have ti to co back?"
The Emperor’s training area was always fully enclosed, but the guards would not stop Cleia, so soone went to inform Emperor Wayne as soon as she arrived.
Though five years older than the Emperor, Cleia, the Eldest Princess, had long since moved out of the palace to live independently. Yet every ti she visited, Wayne would say she was coming ho.
"Let them all withdraw, I have sothing important to discuss with you."
Having found her imperial brother, the Emperor, Cleia did not imdiately state her purpose, instead asking him to dismiss everyone, clearly having private matters to discuss.
In fact, this was also a matter of public concern. Her becoming stronger, even surpassing the Saint Emperor of Light, would significantly enhance the power of the Windsor Clan. Though the Saint Emperor Akelie also bore the Windsor na, he was not a direct mber of the family; weakening the strong and strengthening the weak is never a good thing for any clan.
"All of you, withdraw, and guard outside. Nobody is allowed to co in! Rember, nobody!"
From Wayne’s understanding of his sister, if she is this serious and earnest, then it must be sothing urgent. Ever since she joined the Judgent Hall of the Light Church Court, she rarely returned to the palace, not to ntion coming to amuse him.
After everyone had withdrawn, Cleia silently walked first into a sealed training room at the edge of the martial training ground, with Emperor Wayne following behind.
"I need to activate my divine blood ahead of ti, and I need you to open the permissions for the Bloodline Altar."
In the concealed space devoid of people, Cleia straightforwardly explained her purpose to her brother, the Emperor.
Originally, opening the Bloodline Altar to activate divine blood was a major event for the Windsor Clan, usually requiring the consent of half the important figures in the clan. However, as the Emperor of the Light Empire, Wayne could use the clan leader’s authority to directly grant the permission to activate the divine blood for a family mber.
Even though the royal families of the Eight Great Empires are all descendants of True Gods, possessing noble True God bloodline from the mont of birth, the divine blood of the ancient Ancestral Gods becos thinner with generations.
To purify the bloodline, acquiring better training talent, and inheriting the ancestral divine skill, one must activate their divine blood through the Bloodline Altar.
But the Bloodline Altar consus a significant amount of bloodline energy each ti it’s used, and this energy only naturally replenishes over ti, making it extrely precious, only to be used in critical monts and on key individuals.
Even a direct descendant within the family must have exceptional talent and clear potential for high-level Saint Tier to qualify for the Bloodline Altar’s use.
With Cleia’s talent and current level, under normal circumstances, she could apply in three to five years without needing to activate the divine blood early.
After all, it purifies her True God bloodline, offering a short-term training boost and a level surge, typically used at breakthrough points. For example, when the strength level reaches 690, activating the divine blood could rapidly advance to high-level Saint Tier and inherit the divine skill accessible above 700.
To activate the divine blood early, one must either have enough confidence to make rapid progress during its peak period or have faced a significant upheaval requiring blood purification for survival or healing.
Princess Cleia had not yet been to the battlefield, so she clearly wasn’t recovering from any severe hidden injury, aning she was definitely aiming for the high-level Saint Tier.
But wasn’t she just two or three levels above him, around 680? Attempting to reach 700 now? A re 20-level gap might seem small, but that’s a heaven-and-earth gap; how does one bridge it? By soaring in place?
"Sister, it’s not that I don’t want to give you the permissions; you know how precious the bloodline energy is. Using it without securing a high-level Saint Tier within a year would incur a significant loss..."
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