The path of a warlock was the path of bloodline.
But before the Third Tier, what ancient bloodlines influenced was still only the warlock themselves. Their infiltration of the soul was not yet thorough. Though there was some connection between the two, they remained clearly distinct.
However, after advancing to Morning Star, a Morning Star warlock's true spirit and the power of their bloodline had completely merged into one, becoming utterly indistinguishable.
"I have a feeling that the reason this advancement went so smoothly is not only because of thorough preparation — the boost from my Comorin bloodline cannot be ignored either!"
Leylin stroked his chin, lost in thought.
"The ancient Comorin Giant Serpent was originally a creature that could reach the Fourth Tier in its adult form. My bloodline is incomparably pure, and after fully merging with my true spirit, my body can be considered that of a pure-blooded ancient Comorin Giant Serpent. On top of that, my bloodline reached maturity under the radiation of the snake woman's bone segments — the support it provided was the key to breaking through the Morning Star bottleneck this time!"
Leylin could clearly feel that his true spirit now carried a trace of desolate, ancient aura from the distant past, and radiated a blood-red glow.
"After advancing to Morning Star, a warlock's bloodline disease can no longer trouble me, because it has already become my own emotions rather than something imposed by the bloodline…"
Leylin smiled bitterly. He entrusted the fragmented memories of the Infernal Realm and even the Shadow World to the Chip for sealed storage. Though there might be much of value among them, they could also trigger the most deep-seated violent emotions within him.
Compared to a warlock's bloodline disease, these emotions that were now part of his very being were even harder to suppress.
Because his bloodline was so pure, after advancing to the Fourth Tier, Leylin had also obtained a portion of inheritance from his bloodline, learning many things.
"Has the path of the Comorin warlock already reached its end?"
Leylin stood up, feeling the surging, powerful force within his body, and couldn't help but feel a tinge of melancholy.
He had now ascended to the absolute pinnacle of all Comorin warlocks. Warlocks like Gilbert, who were older than him, simply had more time to accumulate — there was no fundamental difference between them.
Due to the limitations of the bloodline, Comorin Giant Serpent warlocks could only reach the Fourth Tier at most! This was the bloodline shackle — a curse that no Comorin warlock could escape!
Leylin now clearly felt the disorientation of a path cut off before him.
This pain was far greater than any suffering of body or soul. Both his bloodline and the Chip made it explicitly clear — at his current state, the Fourth Tier of Morning Star was his absolute limit!
For Leylin, who had set his sights on climbing to the very peak, this was the most unbearable thing of all!
"The Astral World is vast and boundless, and the myriad worlds are as numerous as the stars. Among those other worlds, there must be a solution. And if all else fails, I can still search for the coordinates of the Mother of Ten Thousand Serpents through the Ice World of the Dark Polar Region…"
Leylin consoled himself — his horizons had broadened considerably by now, and he even possessed the ability to explore the Astral Gate on his own!
A Wizard who had ascended to the Morning Star realm could directly traverse to other worlds, and the knowledge and resources gained thereby were far beyond what a mere Spiritual Power Seed could compare to.
"That's what I'll do. I'll lie low for a while, and once my Morning Star realm stabilizes — or even reaches its peak — I'll immediately set out to explore other planes..."
Leylin's eyes grew dark and deep as he steeled his resolve.
Rumble!!!
At that very moment, a tremor like an earthquake came crashing through layer upon layer of defenses, reaching his very location.
"Even after being dampened by my defensive formation, there's still this much residual force?" Leylin's expression grew grim. "The situation outside must have deteriorated to the absolute extreme — the enemy may have already broken into the city!"
"Time to go!" He waved his hand, and a black, luxurious Wizard's robe automatically draped itself over his body before he vanished from the chamber like a shadow.
For Leylin, had he not ascended to Morning Star this time, he would have had no choice but to seize a chance to flee when the city fell, all while enduring the pursuit of the King of Blue Mountain — and even then, escape would not have been guaranteed.
But now that he had successfully ascended to the upper echelon of Wizards on the Central Continent, he had the confidence to attempt saving the Ouroboros Circle!
……
Ganlier looked at Leylin, who radiated a genuine Morning Star domain — one that even neutralized the Field of his own domain — and his expression turned ghastly pale, ashen as a corpse.
Morning Star!!! Throughout the entirety of the Central Continent, this was a supreme existence! If a Wizard organization enjoyed the protection of a Morning Star, it was often hailed as a major organization — one capable of enduring for over a thousand years!
And it was precisely because the coalition had seen that the Ouroboros Circle's three Morning Star sorcerers had gone missing that they had dared to launch their assault so abruptly. Never mind that their forces seemed to be sweeping everything before them — the moment the opposing Morning Star struck, their armies would suffer more than half their numbers in casualties in a single blow! That was precisely why the coalition had proceeded with such extreme caution before — even timidity!
Now, with the appearance of the Ouroboros Circle's newly ascended Morning Star, this operation was sure to be cast under a dark shadow!
"He... what did he say? Morning Star? He's a Morning Star?"