A flash of radiant light, and Raylin's figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was already inside the Ganges Secret Realm.
"Hmm! Let me think..."
But at this moment, Raylin's expression was rather peculiar: "the Dark Polar Domain, the Central Continent, the South Coast, and now the Underground World too—it seems I have more and more partners..."
"Could this be what they call sowing one's seeds across the world, with countless illegitimate children?"
Raylin thought, somewhat speechless.
"However, from the perspective of Mutationology, the more base samples there are, the greater the probability of bloodline mutations occurring. And the combination of Belinda's Devil White Phosphorus Serpent and Three-Headed Python bloodlines with my own Targaryen Winged Serpent bloodline is genuinely something to look forward to..."
Having adapted to the customs of this world, Raylin had already accepted the Wizard World's views and didn't consider his actions to be improper in any way.
"Still, compared to gathering them all together in some grand harem, perhaps this scattered arrangement would be easier for them to accept..."
Raylin stroked his chin, feeling a slight headache, and then promptly stopped thinking about it.
His materialized soul force spread along the omnipresent Rules, instantly granting Raylin complete command over everything here.
Then, his mouth opened slightly, and he let out a soft exclamation of surprise.
"I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly!"
With a mere thought from Raylin, several figures materialized within the great hall.
First was Frey, cradling an infant. She had taken on a more mature, graceful air of young motherhood, and her eyes seemed to hold nothing in the world beyond Raylin himself.
Gilbert, Emma, and the other upper echelons of the Ouroboros Ring appeared as well, along with Jeffrey, the fifth-level Warlock of the Bloodline Alliance, who regarded Raylin with an expression of utter bewilderment, as though trying to read something extraordinary from his face.
At the rear of the crowd stood two more individuals—the leaders of the local White and Dark Wizard factions, Nonov and Dark Flame. Both wore bitter smiles on their faces.
"Ray... Raylin! You're back!"
Frey's eyes brimmed with tears as she stepped forward to stand before him.
"Yes! I'm back!" Raylin smiled at her and effortlessly took Cyril into his arms.
Their child was now several years old, and he studied this familiar stranger with wide, curious eyes.
The sight of him instantly reminded Raylin of his eldest son still back in the Dark Polar Domain—Daniel! Raised under Xiling's care, he must be about the same age as Cyril by now.
"Once we received your message and learned that a teleportation circle had been set up here, we immediately relocated the Ouroboros Ring's elite forces to this location!"
"Indeed! And we took the opportunity to bring the entire secret realm under our control—all entry and exit points are now guarded by our Comoyin Warlocks!"
Emma stood to the side, watching Raylin and Frey with a warm smile as she explained the reasons for their arrival, a strange gleam dancing in her eyes.
Back behind them, Norov and Dark Flame exchanged a glance, and seeing how utterly indifferent the other looked, their hearts were filled with bitterness.
By now, of course, they knew that Raylin had deceived them before—even going so far as to entertain the thought of claiming this place for himself alone.
But... so what if they knew?
With the strength of the Ouroboros Circle, while they couldn't be considered particularly outstanding in the Central Continent, on the South Coast they were an absolute colossus. The so-called Light and Dark warlock factions were no match whatsoever—they had seized control of the entire Ganges Secret Realm outright.
And Gilbert and Emma alone, as two fourth-tier warlocks, were more than enough to make every warlock bow in submission. Especially once they learned that this Raylin was actually a fifth-tier Radiant Moon warlock—a top-tier powerhouse even across the entire Central Continent—they didn't dare utter a single word of complaint, and could only slink away and hand over all their interests.
Raylin had of course thought of all this, but he was still somewhat surprised by the speed at which it had been accomplished—and by the fact that even the Bloodline Alliance had been roused.
"Lord... Lord Raylin! That voice transmission from before... was it true...?"
At this moment, Gilbert bowed respectfully, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Jeffrey, who had been standing off to the side in silence, nervously clenched his fists.
"Oh, that? My declaration when I advanced to the sixth tier—you heard that too?" Raylin smiled slightly.
"So... so that means... you've... already broken through the shackles of bloodline and entered the Dawn Sun realm???"
Jeffrey swallowed hard with difficulty, his voice somewhat hoarse as he asked.
"Yes! I have completely freed myself from the shackles of bloodline! And I have ascended to the Dawn Sun Throne!" Raylin nodded. There was nothing to deny about this.
At the same time, he released a sliver of the aura he had been suppressing all this time.
"Hssss..." Like mountains roaring and rivers surging, like the earth collapsing—a terrifying wave of bloodline power, carrying a tangible soul radiance, swept across the area.