"I'm sorry… my dear, I can't stay with you!"
Frey's eyes reddened slightly once more, glistening with a thin veil of crystalline moisture.
"No! In truth, raising Xirui has been an immense contribution — to me, and to our Farrell family…"
Raylin stood up and looked at the sturdy little fellow.
Having inherited his Serpent Emperor bloodline, the child had a tremendous appetite, and there were occasional episodes where he lost control of his Spiritual Power and bloodline forces. Of course, for a high-level warlock, these were hardly issues.
"So… what you're saying is that the bloodline shackles of us Comosian warlocks have all been broken?"
Frey had grasped the critical point.
"No! Strictly speaking, it is my bloodline shackles that have disappeared. Your bloodline origin has been transferred to me…"
Raylin spoke the truth. "However, with my help, your promotion to the sixth level should pose no difficulty whatsoever. And as for Xirui — bearing my bloodline — there are even greater possibilities ahead…"
"Greater possibilities?" Frey was somewhat confused.
"Xirui! Come here!" Raylin beckoned with a smile.
"Father!" The little fellow scampered up to Raylin, both hands still smeared with fruit juice and grease stains. "Hug!"
"Of course!" A warm smile spread across Raylin's face as he lifted the child into his arms.
"Xirui! My bloodline! I bestow upon you this blessing! You shall receive incomparable glory! Holy light shall accompany you for all eternity!"
Raylin pronounced.
And at that very moment, the world seemed to freeze. From behind Raylin, a towering phantom of the Targaryen Winged Serpent suddenly materialized.
Raylin's expression was solemn, as though a deity were pronouncing a divine oracle.
Unfortunately, every maidservant present had long since fainted. Only Frey could barely maintain her consciousness, though the terrifying phantom looming behind Raylin sent faint tremors running through her body.
Xirui had already fallen into a deep slumber. Only a small phantom of a Comosian Serpent Emperor materialized around his tiny form.
"Though I could wait until you've grown older, bloodline enhancement is far easier to integrate the younger the recipient…"
Chaos swirled within Raylin's eyes. "My son Xirui, you shall inherit my power of infinity and eternity, and become the King of the Ouroboros!!!"
"Henceforth, you shall be Ouroboros — the Infinite Serpent, Ouroboros!"
"Hsss…" At that moment, the Targaryen Winged Serpent behind Raylin also opened its maw, releasing vast plumes of dark smoke that enveloped the phantom of the Comosian Serpent Emperor.
The billowing smoke ultimately coalesced into a cocoon, encasing the Serpent Emperor phantom within, as some manner of mysterious transformation appeared to be underway.
But Cyril was still sound asleep, though the aura emanating from his body had clearly undergone a noticeable change.
"This… this is…" Frey stared at the scene, completely bereft of the ability to form words.
"He's exhausted! Take him down for a proper rest! And from now on, double his high-energy nutritional supplements every day!" Raylin smiled. The countless phantoms and terrifying forces were drawn back into him, and he once again appeared to be an ordinary warlock — save for the gentle smile still graced his lips. Yet the words he spoke carried an unmistakable tone of absolute authority.
"Y-yes…" Frey clutched Cyril in a daze and carried him away, her eyes vacant. It was easy to imagine that she would remain engulfed in profound bewilderment and shock for some time to come — what Raylin had displayed was power far beyond the realm of mortals! Even the Dawn Throne paled in comparison to a mere fraction of what he possessed…
Having taken care of these matters, Raylin walked alone to the windowsill. His gaze seemed to pierce through the sky of the Ganges Secret Realm itself, reaching beyond to the starry sky of the outside world.
"Daniel! My firstborn!"
Accompanying Raylin's low murmur, his Spiritual Power appeared to travel directly through the omnipresent Laws, arriving at the Dark Pole Domain — the very location where Xiling and Daniel were.
"What… is this? What kind of power is this?"
Xiling, dressed in the attire of a young matron, was struck numb by the overwhelming force, her eyes flooding with undisguised terror.
Whoosh! Vast quantities of black particles converged, coalescing into an enormous face. The sheer majesty radiating from those pupils alone was enough to leave Xiling feeling suffocated.
Yet the features of that face were achingly familiar to her: "Ray… Raylin? You're Raylin!!!"
"My son Daniel!"
The colossal black face continued to speak. In Xiling's arms, Daniel struggled violently, reaching out toward the dark visage.
"You shall inherit my powers of Devouring and Dream, and become the World Serpent Jörmungandr — the Midgard Serpent itself!!!"
Accompanying the face's proclamation, immense Devouring Laws and the power of Dream surged forth, enveloping Daniel completely as a terrifying metamorphosis took hold within him!
"I'm back now! Take good care of Daniel!"