Leylin possessed not only a wealth of information on methods to increase elemental affinity, but had even conducted several experiments on himself.
In the Central Continent, there existed certain ancient texts relating to this subject as well, which the Chip had comprehensively collected and utilized.
However, when it came to soul talent, even the Central Continent wizard world — which already boasted of having begun restoring the glory of antiquity — had no particularly effective solutions.
This time, Leylin had finally come across an ancient descendant whose physique might have been of some help in this regard, only for the person to self-destruct in the blink of an eye, leaving him deeply disappointed.
And yet, through this experience, Leylin had discovered that the power of rules could also be used to improve soul talent — how could he not be ecstatic?
"The power of the rules is vast and boundless — it can even alter a wizard's original soul talent!"
Leylin's eyes lit up. Though he was a bloodline warlock, he was equally attentive to his own soul talent.
"However…"
Thinking back to the fragments he had just perceived, a flicker of hesitation crossed Leylin's face.
The Throne of Fire had not even mastered the complete authority of the rules of fire in the first place — otherwise she would have long since ascended to the seventh level and become a rule wizard.
Her comprehension of the laws was already an incomplete version, and the insights Leylin had formed by forcibly extracting fragments of her memory were an incomplete version of that incomplete version. If the complete rules of fire represented one hundred percent, then what he had collected was not even ten percent — the improvement to soul talent was rather slight, to say nothing of fully comprehending the rules of fire and advancing to the seventh level.
Indeed, given that the Chip's current research and data on the level of rules was so lacking, it was extremely unrealistic to hope that the Chip's calculations could piece together the laws of fire into a complete whole.
"There's no way around something like this…" Leylin sighed. "I was incredibly lucky to manage pulling a prize from the fire this time. Am I supposed to ambush another rule wizard next and steal their comprehension of the rules?"
Once someone had thoroughly mastered a certain set of rules and seized complete control over the authority, the terrifying power it generated was something the current Leylin had no desire whatsoever to face head-on.
In the worlds of the gods, moreover, those existence above the seventh level who commanded rules had a special title — True Gods!
Once one had fully comprehended the power of rules, one crossed the threshold from mortal into the domain of the divine!
The gulf represented by that step was probably greater than the sum of all the gaps between the first and sixth levels of wizardry combined.
That was why Leylin had dared to scheme alongside Melinda to take down a wounded sixth-level Radiant Moon Throne, but would never dare to plot against a seventh-level existence.
He intended to live a very long time — to peer into the secrets of eternity and achieve transcendence — so why would he seek his own doom?
"All of that can wait for now. What I need to do at present is break through the shackles of my bloodline as quickly as possible and surpass the Radiant Moon rank! After all, only by reaching the pinnacle of soul strength can I lay the foundation for comprehending the power of rules…"
Thinking back to what he had just perceived, Leylin's expression turned somewhat grim.
With his current soul strength, attempting to analyze and comprehend the power of rules was still far too difficult. Even though he had gathered these insights, he had only caught the faintest whiff of the rules of fire — his true comprehension did not even reach zero-point-zero-zero-zero-one percent.
Comprehending rules was something that only sixth-level Radiant Moon Thrones were supposed to undertake.
That Leylin could do so at all was thanks entirely to the Chip's utmost assistance — and his own extraordinary brilliance.
"Regardless, mastering the power of the laws must be done as soon as possible. After all, the method to break through the shackles of bloodline lies within it..."
Leylin's eyes burned with a fervent glow as he recalled his last encounter with the Wisdom Tree and its gift. He immersed himself even deeper into his comprehension of the flame laws.
……
At the base of the dimly lit tree hollow, a crimson radiance rippled continuously across Leylin’s body.
His eyes were closed, seemingly touching a more mysterious and profound world. Great torrents of crimson swirled around him, and endless streams of information formed arcane codes that drifted before his gaze.
He tried to reach out and grasp those fiery words, only to find his efforts in vain.
As the process continued, within Leylin’s perception, some of the fiery script seemed to burrow into his body like tadpoles, causing him to tremble slightly.
Comprehension of the power of laws began at this very moment!
Hummm! Just as Leylin’s insight into the flame laws was starting to take root, a large burst of blood-red light erupted, shattering his focus.
"No! What’s going on?!"
Leylin nearly roared. That state he’d just been in was a rare opportunity, and for it to be interrupted like this drove him nearly mad, his mind flooded with a bloodthirsty longing.
"Waaah! Waaah!"
At the same time, a vision appeared before him through the mysterious bloodline connection and the commanding authority of the Komoy Snake Emperor.
A dim underground chamber! An opulent bedroom, stained bedsheets, and a woman, her face drenched in cold sweat, trembling as she lifted a wrinkled newborn.
"Heh heh..." The infant had pure black pupils and was still slick with amniotic fluid, the umbilical cord freshly cut. He had been crying, but sensing Leylin’s gaze, he suddenly gave a smile toward him, astonishing the mother.
"It is my bloodline! My bloodline has been born in the Extreme Dark Region!"