"We naturally hope your side can ally with us to jointly oppose Jupiter's Thunder..."
Philip was the first to speak: "With the Duke's current standing, you can absolutely represent the entire Ring of the Ouroboros!"
"Well... I need to think about it... After all, there are still many of my seniors who need to be placated..."
The moment serious matters came up, Leilin always seemed to shrink back.
"Duke Leilin, you probably don't know yet? Among us Morning Star warlocks, we organize a regular gathering at set intervals. Everyone shares experiences together, and sometimes we even hold exchange meets..."
"And this gathering only accepts bloodline warlocks — and only those at the Morning Star level. You even need a personal guarantee to attend. Several elders from the Psychic Circle and the
"A gathering?!" A salon-level gathering of Morning Star warlocks held considerable appeal for Leilin.
Moreover, he wasn't worried that his abrupt departure would bring any calamity upon the Ring of the Ouroboros.
To put it bluntly, the current Ring of the Ouroboros pinned its safety entirely on him alone. As long as nothing happened to him, the place would be as solid as iron even with no one guarding it. But if something were to go wrong with him, the allied forces would probably raze this place to the ground in an instant.
Therefore, by remaining outside the headquarters and keeping his whereabouts unknown to outsiders, he would actually exert tremendous pressure on the enemy.
With this thought, Leilin agreed: "Sure. When the time comes, please be sure to notify me!"
"I'm sure the other colleagues will also be eager to see a rising star like you!" Paul let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing Leilin agree, and said with a smile.
It seemed that this gathering was essentially an inner circle where those bloodline warlocks exchanged ideas among themselves.
Seeing his expression, Leilin nodded secretly to himself, and his anticipation for the gathering only grew.
With their business concluded, Paul and Philip had no further reason to linger. They chose to take their leave and set off.
Judging by their hurried manner, it seemed the Psychic Circle and the Wind Wolf Lair had both been under considerable pressure recently. As key combat forces and deterrent presences, if this matter hadn't concerned Leilin's promotion ceremony, they likely wouldn't have been able to find the time.
"My Lord, we've struck it rich!"
In the parlor, Pike's eyes gleamed as he stared at the tally ledger in his hands: "The gifts from the other factions alone are worth dozens of territories..."
"That goes without saying. A Morning Star promotion ceremony only happens once, and it's the best opportunity for the major powers to curry favor with them..."
Though
The destructive power wrought by Morning Star ultimate techniques was simply too fearsome. If a Morning Star wizard were to act without restraint and go on a rampage, the entire geographical landscape of the Central Continent could be devastated. Such losses would make even Full Moon or Radiant Sun wizards feel the sting.
Therefore, whenever a new Morning Star was promoted, showing goodwill in advance and maintaining good relations had always been the customary practice of those great powers.
"The moment you step into this tier, everything really is different..."
Leylin sighed to himself, but the light in his eyes burned even more fiercely: "Then what would it be like beyond the Full Moon, or even the Radiant Sun throne?"
For him, rank four was far from the end. His goal had always been to climb ever higher peaks. Even the bloodline shackles that had plagued Bloodline Warlocks for so many years meant nothing to him.
Of course, one could afford to ignore the enemy strategically, but tactically one still had to take them seriously. So after dismissing Pike and ordering him to have all the gifts inventoried with important items handed over directly, Leylin returned to his laboratory.
He was now the highest elder of the Ouroboros Ring, with access to any resource he wished. The laboratory he occupied was the finest one, previously usable only by
Moreover, the entire stockpile of the Ouroboros Ring was now open to him. The accumulated wealth of such a large organization over thousands of years made Leylin's eyes go wide with avarice.
In any case, the first thing he did was stuff a pile of Astral Stones into his spatial leather bag.
Although the Oakheart family had already agreed to help him build an Astral Gate, it was always better to have more Astral Stones in reserve. After all, most of the energy needed to traverse other worlds still had to be supplied by Astral Stones, which kept their value sky-high—they were precious strategic resources at any time.
*Ding! Identity confirmed! Duke Leilin Farlier! Welcome!* After passing through the strict aura detection device at the entrance and undergoing several rounds of disinfection, Leylin finally stood in a laboratory that seemed to be constructed entirely of crystal.
The translucent crystal reflected mesmerizing radiance. Everything was spotless and impossibly smooth.
"Though the power systems are different, they've actually achieved the same results in terms of sterilization, disinfection, and dust prevention!"
Looking at the data provided by the Chip, Leylin couldn't help but sigh.
The environment of this laboratory was already very close to the sterile labs of his previous world. The ancient wizards were no fools—how could they have failed to notice the influence of bacteria and other contaminants on experimental results? Even without scientific methods, they could achieve similar effects using other magical arts.
In the massive glass jar at the center of the laboratory, the broken sword that had previously held the Wings of the Sun Meditation Method and the Son of the Sun bloodline was submerged within. Through the pale green solution, countless transparent bubbles could be seen continuously rising from the broken blade. The sword's surface was already riddled with holes, but the parts where the blood still remained still gleamed with brilliant luster.
After the Chip had completely recorded the supreme Meditation Method, Wings of the Sun, the broken sword's only remaining value to Leylin lay in extracting the blood.
The golden blood, radiant as scorching flames, slowly swelled along the broken blade's surface, breathing on its own like a living thing.
"As expected of blood left behind by a sixth-grade creature—even after all its vitality has been lost, the slightest external stimulus is enough to restore its biological instincts…"
Leylin murmured in admiration. The Son of the Sun from the ancient era had been at the pinnacle of the Scorching Sun—a being he could only look up to. A single drop of such a creature's blood could even reproduce and give rise to an entirely new life.
And if one were to embed their own soul imprint within it, an ancient powerhouse could absolutely achieve rebirth through a single drop of bloodline.
Such was the terror of the Son of the Sun's bloodline!
Of course, after examination by numerous top appraisers, it had been determined long ago that the Son of the Sun bloodline on the broken sword had already lost all its vitality and could not be reactivated. This breathing motion was merely an instinctive response, not a sign of true reactivation.
If the Son of the Sun bloodline could still be put to use, the broken sword would never have sold for so low a price at auction. King Sass of the Blue Mountains, even if it meant a falling-out with Ganliel, would certainly have forcefully retained the bloodline.
However, in Leylin's eyes—one well-versed in ancient bloodline experiments and assisted by the Chip—reactivating the bloodline did not seem to be an impossible task.
Gazing at the broken sword within the glass jar, a look of satisfaction spread across his face. "The recovery is going well! It's time to proceed to the second stage…"
Having seized a wealth of bloodline experiment data from the Quicksand Organization, he had mastered a great deal of cutting-edge technology from the ancient era, including several techniques specifically designed to revive bloodlines like this one.
In the past, Leylin had been unable to employ these methods one by one due to limitations in his own strength, since many of them required the coordination of soul power—something that had left him, then only at the third rank, completely at a loss. But now, naturally, none of that posed any problem.
"Soul Net!"
Threads of dark soul power, carrying a plain and unadorned glow, shot out from between Leylin's brows and wove themselves into the shape of a fine net before sinking into the green solution.
Countless tiny symbols of unknown function surfaced upon the fine mesh.
The Soul Net seemed to have no effect on the physical broken sword, passing straight through the blade. Yet the wisps of golden blood appeared to be drawn by some invisible force, gradually converging upon the net.
After several minutes, every trace of blood had transferred from the broken sword onto the Soul Net, turning the entire network a brilliant gold.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
The instant the last wisp of golden radiance departed the blade, the iron sword immediately corroded away within the green solution, without leaving even the slightest residue.
"After all, it was made from the most ordinary material. It had only managed to survive for over ten thousand years thanks to the blessing of the Son of the Sun's will. Now that the bloodline has been extracted, it immediately reverts to its true form!"
Leylin's gaze flickered, and he spared the broken sword no further attention. All of his focus poured into the Soul Net as he guided the golden network toward another massive cultivation tank.
In the murky yellowish pool water, numerous elongated fish resembling loaches continuously poked their heads above the surface, blowing translucent bubbles from their lips.
These were Blood Leeches, a very rare type of bloodline creature — every last one the Ouroboros Circle had in its reserves was gathered here.
"Go!" Leylin manipulated the Soul Net to hover above the pool, and small drops of golden liquid fell one by one, snatched up greedily by the swarming Blood Leeches.
In an instant, the entire cultivation tank erupted with splashing water, while Leylin stared unblinkingly at the changes occurring within the Blood Leeches.
Thin threads of golden luminescence began to surface from the transparent bellies of the Blood Leeches, and then the creatures immediately rolled their eyes upward and floated to the surface of the cultivation tank.
"Tier 6 biological bloodline is still too powerful for these Blood Leeches..."
Leylin shook his head, but did not halt the experiment.