The Wings of the Sun was a top-tier meditation method specifically designed to complement the Son of the Sun bloodline—extremely profound and obscure, to the point that even the Chip had never been able to fully analyze it before.
But now, having obtained the true Son of the Sun bloodline and formed a gene sequence, the two together drove the analysis forward. Problems that had plagued Leilin for ages were solved one after another.
Together with the two most complete meditation methods he had previously acquired—the Dragon King's Divine Power and the Ethereal Phantom Body—they immediately formed a massive and precise database.
The analysis progress of the Eye of Komoin's fifth stage began climbing rapidly.
Seeing his primary objective achieved, Leilin felt a measure of relief wash over him.
"A sixth-level supreme lifeform—the Son of the Sun!"
Leilin gazed at the blood that shimmered like a miniature sun and felt his brow furrow once more. With this substance on hand, combined with the Wings of the Sun, it would be terrifyingly easy to create a monstrous bloodline warlock family!
A warlock whose bloodline origin had reached the sixth level—such a thing almost certainly didn't exist anywhere on the entire Central Continent.
"If any other warlocks, or even wizards, were to find out, I'd be in very serious trouble..." A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Leilin's lips.
More than serious trouble. If word got out, rogue warlocks with ulterior motives would be the least of his worries. Even the Sunrise Thrones of several great wizards would likely be shaken.
After all, none of them wanted to see a Throne representing bloodline warlocks rise up and upset the balance of power.
"What a pity... If my bloodline hadn't already been locked in, I would have used the Son of the Sun bloodline long ago..."
Leilin finally let out a long breath, and his gaze immediately turned sharp and clear. "Designate this location as the highest-level restricted zone! Security classification: anyone who enters besides me is to be killed on the spot! No exceptions!"
His voice was cold—seemingly laced with millennia-old frost, each word radiating biting chill.
"Understood!" The Formation Spirit's voice was equally devoid of emotion. Perhaps only a being without human intelligence or feeling could remain so calm in the face of Leilin's terror.
"One more thing!" Leilin surveyed the empty surroundings, his finger rubbing against a crystal ring.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Five semi-transparent phantoms materialized around him instantly, as though they had squeezed themselves out of thin air without generating the slightest ripple. Their blood-red eyes fixed on Leilin as they knelt on one knee.
"Guard this place! Anyone who dares trespass—kill them immediately!"
Through the ring on his hand, Leilin transmitted a pulse of spiritual energy.
"..." The five phantoms nodded, then vanished into the air, their concealment so flawless they had nearly evaded even the Chip's detection.
"These Void Assassins really are useful. Pity there are only eight left..." Leilin watched them disappear with an appreciative look, stroking his chin.
These eight Void Assassins were, naturally, his harvest from the
He had examined them thoroughly. Each Void Assassin possessed strength at the Crystal Stage or above, and their ability to traverse the void was utterly secretive, impossible to guard against.
With five attacking in concert, even a Morning Star
With these defenses in place, Leilin could finally allow himself some peace of mind.
"Leaving them here permanently won't do. I need to put them to use as soon as possible. Or store them inside the Wizard Tower once it's completed!"
Leilin pondered. Using the Son of the Sun bloodline for bloodline combustion experiments would be far too wasteful—he had other plans that required this blood for refinement. The bloodline of an ancient sixth-level lifeform was already a priceless treasure beyond any market's reach.
"Next, I simply need to quietly accumulate strength while advancing the promotion of my soul power. Ideally, I can get the Chip to fully digitize my spiritual power—that would make things far more convenient..."
Leilin instinctively glanced at his status panel.
"Leilin Farell, Fourth-level Bloodline Warlock: Komoin Giant Serpent (Perfect Form). Strength: 50. Agility: 45. Constitution: 65. Spirit: 506.9. Mana: 506 (Mana synchronously determined by Spiritual Power). Soul Power: ???"
After entering the Morning Star stage, the primary domain of advancement was the soul level. His Spiritual Power and physical statistics had barely changed.
With that thought, Leilin pulled up the Chip's soul power analysis progress and found it still stuck in the same stagnant state. He rolled his eyes.
"Digitizing soul power probably isn't something that can be accomplished in a day or two..."
A faint realization slowly rose in Leilin's heart.
...
Unknowingly, five years flew by, and the Ring of the Ouroboros had completely stabilized.
Although the other allied forces still held territories that had originally belonged to them, no major war had erupted again. From the way several factions were quietly withdrawing their troops, the overall trend was clearly moving in a positive direction.
The warlocks, too, seemed to have set aside their old grudges, resettling in the Phosphorescent Marsh and resuming their research and daily lives.
Only in unguarded moments—when a blood-red glimmer flickered deep in the depths of their eyes—could one tell that the scars of the great war still remained.
Or rather, the seeds of vengeance had long since been planted in their hearts, silently waiting for the day they would take root, sprout, and grow strong!
At this prospect, Leilin was more than pleased—he even quietly fanned the flames.
In his view, the bloodline warlocks had grown far too complacent. The Komoin nobles in particular spent their days wallowing in indulgence within their own territories, devoting virtually no effort to warlock cultivation.
Fortunately, this war had culled such parasites by more than half, while leaving behind a substantial number of capable, hardworking descendants. These were the true vitality and capital he valued most.
If he could lead these warlocks to achieve their revenge, he would immediately earn their unwavering loyalty and thereby gain complete control over the entire Ring of the Ouroboros. Even if the three Komoin Giant Serpent Grand Dukes returned at once, it would make no difference.
Over the course of these five years, Leilin had gradually permeated his authority into every facet of the Ring of the Ouroboros. Through subtle, persistent influence, many of the younger generation of warlocks had fully accepted his rule—coming to see it as something perfectly tolerable if things simply continued as they were.
Faisal and his fellow bloodline families, after being put firmly in their place, had grown considerably wiser, leaving Leilin little opportunity to act—which was something of a pity.
But no matter how long things were delayed, certain matters simply had to be done...
"Blood Extraction!"
High above a clan basin, Leilin stood clad in a precious platinum wizard's robe woven with magical artistry, his expression cold and stern as he thrust out his hand.
As he made a grasping gesture, an invisible vortex seemed to materialize in the air before him.
Massive droplets of blood gathered into streams, converging on his hand and condensing into high-density crystalline bodies that gleamed like rubies.
Below him, a massive foreign tribe had already suffered devastating casualties. Apart from a handful of high-level wizards, virtually no one had survived—they had all been drained of their bloodline essence and reduced to desiccated husks.
"This bloodline extraction technique—it really is domineering!" Leilin nodded approvingly.
The secret method of blood extraction he had employed came from his own bloodline inheritance. In ancient times, it had simply been a convenient spell for extracting blood over a wide area, but through his own modifications and fueled by Morning Star-level soul force, it immediately produced a terrifying effect—its destructive power sufficient to raze cities and annihilate kingdoms.
Not only that, but the Bloodstones obtained through bloodline extraction were an invaluable resource for warlocks.
A blood-red gleam flashed in Leilin's eyes as he stored away several diamond-like crystals that radiated crimson light.
"Foreigner! How dare you...!" From the distance came a roar of defiance and anguish, accompanied by the distinctive energy fluctuations of a Morning Star bearing down on them at speed.
"My work here is done. The rest is up to you!"
Leilin smiled and bowed, stepping back.
"Leilin, you really know how to dodge the hard work!" Before him stood several other Morning Star-level warlocks. The burly man at the front even tossed a jibe at Leilin, though he still took the vanguard.
"Who are you all? Why have you come here?" The light subsided to reveal the Morning Star who had just arrived—a giant composed entirely of flame, both eyes blazing with fury.
"No particular reason. If you want someone to blame, blame yourselves for occupying this territory!"
The burly man let out a cold laugh. Behind him surged a colossal black goat phantom spanning several thousand meters. The goat bore demonic horns, and below its head a torso resembling a human had developed—covered in coarse black wool, much like a legendary hellish satyr.
"A Morning Star warlock?!" The great Fire Elemental Elder blurted out in shock.
But then the other black-robed figures stepped forward as well, each radiating the unmistakable aura of a Morning Star warlock. The Fire Elemental Elder's pupils contracted sharply.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The Morning Star warlocks encircled their target, forming a massive magical array whose fluctuations rippled all the way to the horizon, even dispersing several enormous dark clouds.
...
Once everything was concluded, the burly man approached Leilin. "Lord Leilin's bloodline extraction truly lives up to its reputation. Here is your payment!"
As he spoke, the burly man tossed a small leather pouch filled with Astral Stones to Leilin. "After settlement, the total comes to 134 grams of Astral Stone—check the amount!"
"Much obliged!" Leilin let out a breath. This time-consuming mission had finally come to an end.
Previously, apart from focusing on his own research, he had been intermittently accepting tasks through Morning Star
The task he had taken on this time was the one posted by the burly man—assistance in purging a Fire Elemental Elder.
"Hmph! These foreigners actually worship elemental beings from another world—they truly deserve their fate!"
The burly man spat out one final curse, still not having vented his anger.