"My second bloodline descendant has been born!"
Leilin Farell didn't quite know how to feel about it, but the birth of a bloodline descendant still brought a faint touch of warmth to the depths of his heart.
"I'll take my leave first, you two!"
Leilin addressed Alpha and Jeffrey.
"Of course, Your Highness Leilin, please attend to your matters!" Alpha and Jeffrey finally recovered from their earlier shock and spoke with understanding.
A flash of black radiance, and Leilin vanished from midair, arriving inside the castle.
The luxurious chamber was now filled with the scent of blood and the musky odor of amniotic fluid. Several matrons had already collapsed to the ground—the culprit was the squalling infant in the cradle.
Even though these matrons had been carefully selected and were nearly all official rank-one Warlocks, the fifth-level bloodline power radiating from the infant had exceeded their tolerance.
After all, Leilin and the others normally made a point of suppressing the pollution their constitutions inflicted on their surroundings, but a newborn could hardly have such awareness.
"Waaah… waaah…" Amid the crying, rings of Dark System energy particles materialized around the infant. Black flames even began forming in succession, raging toward the surrounding furniture and bedsheets.
"A spiritual power and bloodline power eruption?" Leilin was delighted rather than alarmed.
"This child's talent is remarkable!"
For him, an eruption of this magnitude was hardly cause for concern. He easily suppressed it, then picked the infant up.
Perhaps it was the bond between bloodlines—the moment the baby saw Leilin, the crying stopped immediately, replaced by an innocent little smile.
Frey, being a rank-three pinnacle Warlock with an extraordinary constitution, was still conscious. Upon seeing who had arrived, she was startled at first, then relaxed. "My love… our child…"
"Yes! Our child has been born. You've worked hard." Leilin comforted her softly, his palm brushing across the infant's forehead in his arms.
A thread of black light flickered, and the baby drifted into a deep sleep.
Leilin simply held the child and quietly stayed by Frey's side. Before long, even though she was a Warlock, the exhaustion of bearing and giving birth to a special bloodline descendant overcame her as well, and she slipped into sleep.
"Bloodline inheritance, unbroken across generations!" Leilin gazed at the sleeping infant in his hands, and something like a special sentiment stirred within him.
Pursuing eternal life was the dream of all humanity, yet almost no one had succeeded. So they had developed another method: to pass on their bloodline through offspring, achieving a form of immortality through blood and genes.
Or to transmit their knowledge and worldview by taking on students, achieving a spiritual immortality through the inheritance of culture and knowledge.
Going a step further, one could cultivate one's own descendants, gradually instilling one's ideals into the next generation through bloodline, knowledge, and other means—achieving a kind of eternity. As long as it could be passed down from generation to generation, it counted as fulfilling part of that goal.
And so, whether in his past life or this one, whether in ancient or modern times, East or West, affection for one's descendants was something all of humanity shared.
There were always a few peculiar exceptions, but the mainstream view was exactly this.
For Leilin, the propagation of his bloodline was not merely the formation of a power base—it was also the hope of carrying forward his ideals and legacy. While the Wizard World offered true immortality, far more tempting than passing a legacy through descendants, that did not prevent him from treating these offspring as a final safeguard.
"The bloodline power is dense, but there are still some hidden dangers!"
His soul force swept through the infant's body, laying everything bare before Leilin's eyes. He furrowed his brow.
A fifth-level Kemoin Snake Emperor bloodline would certainly be detected by the Mother of Ten Thousand Serpents. However, with Leilin himself being the far greater target, these descendants—carrying only half that bloodline mixed with other heritages—might not attract too much attention. Even so, even a few small actions could spell total catastrophe for an infant with no defenses whatsoever. Leilin still had to take precautions.
"Chip! Construct a dream-protection runic formula!"
Leilin commanded.
【Ding! Task established. Begin drawing runes…】the Chip responded promptly.
Wisps of rune symbols like smoke surfaced on Leilin's hand, converging into a unique seal that sank into the infant's back.
The shifting runes quickly faded, vanishing completely.
"The chances of his bloodline drawing attention were already low. With these protections added, it should be more than sufficient!"
Leilin nodded, then thought of Xiling. "I still need to find some time to make a trip to the Extreme Dark Region!"
Bang! He pushed open the door and walked out with the child in his arms.
Outside, not only were his subordinates like Gubler waiting—even Gilbert and Emma stood there, faces brimming with excitement.
"Congratulations, Master!" Gubler, the Warlock subordinate who had been the first to follow Leilin, immediately knelt in a respectful bow.
A chorus of congratulations followed.
"Mm." Leilin nodded, raising the infant high above his head. "I, Leilin Farell, hereby name this child! His name shall be Siri! Siri Farell!"