Primal, Dream of Inheritance

At this moment, many of the crystalline scales on the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's body were broken, and some bright red blood with a hint of blue seeped out from the wounds. However, as a second-tier magical beast, the potential of its ancient bloodline began to emerge.

A vast array of energy particles from the sky converged upon it, and the injuries on the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

You're being too reckless.

Bennigo walked up and whispered something to Ronan, while his hands kept busy collecting the scattered blood of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent.

They leave no stone unturned, paying meticulous attention to every detail.

"No matter how outstanding your talent is, how dare you compete with this ancient bloodline?"

It is currently only in its juvenile stage. As its bloodline gradually awakens, its growth rate will only accelerate.

Ronan remained calm and said, "Don't forget, we have the Saint Blood Tree."

In a bloodline contest, I can always have the upper hand.

Let's talk about it after we can achieve a successful transplant.

Bennigo shook his head, then muttered to himself, "Fortunately, this contract isn't entirely without a way to break it."

Damien, you know what I mean.

Bennigo glanced at the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent beside him, his words carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

Ronan's eyes flickered; he naturally understood what Bennigo meant by "solution."

It's simply a matter of "tearing up the agreement" in advance—eliminating the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent before it's perceived as being stronger than oneself, thus eliminating the risk of a master-servant switch.

"Posilena's Wager Agreement" is a seemingly fair betting arrangement, but in reality, the contract still favors the "master" to some extent.

Although Ronan knew the so-called "solution," he didn't want to actually do it one day.

Just as he told Bennigo, the road ahead is too lonely. There must be some challenging things and seemingly impossible goals to keep people passionate and motivated.

In this respect, he and Anglie are quite similar.

"That's fine."

Bennigo collected all the blood scattered by the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent and bound it together with his mental power; it was enough to fill almost an entire oak barrel.

"I'll prepare it. You take the essence blood from its body, the one with the most concentrated bloodline power."

Bennigo gave a brief instruction and hurriedly flew towards the valley.

Ronan's gaze fell on the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, which was still silently licking its wounds.

After Ronan beat him up and made him sign a "betting" contract, the snake seemed to have grown a lot all of a sudden.

At this moment, it lay quietly coiled to the side, its scarlet, diamond-like snake eyes becoming deep and profound, as if it had learned to be patient and was beginning to develop a shrewd mind.

"Who are those three Cold Scale Python that sacrificed their own life essence to allow you to transform?"

Ronan strolled up, softening his tone, and attempted to communicate with the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent.

The latter did not answer, but simply looked at him quietly.

Posilena's Soul Contract differs from typical master-servant Soul Contract; it largely maintains the relative independence of the "servant."

In a typical master-servant contract, the servant has no secrets from the master. However, Ronan could not fully perceive the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's inner thoughts, and could only vaguely capture some of its emotional fluctuations.

"One of them died, probably to better cover your bloodline awakening."

As Ronan spoke to himself, he sensed turmoil stirring within the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent. It hissed softly, and a chilling aura emanated from its crimson eyes.

This chill was far greater than what he had shown Ronan before.

Snake-like magical beasts typically possess a cold-blooded nature.

Strangely, Ronan didn't see this in the nest of Ice Crystal Magic Serpent; instead, he felt they were much warmer than many wizards.

"There are two more; they were captured. They're probably being kept somewhere."

Ronan reached out and gently extended his hand toward the head of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, as if to stroke its scales.

The latter recoiled as if electrocuted, showing obvious resistance. It was clear that it was not yet accustomed to such intimate interaction with a "human," especially one it resented and constantly sought to rebel against and surpass.

"Don't worry, I'll help you rescue them if I have the chance in the future. And there's one more thing."

Ronan calmly placed his hand on the scales between the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's eyebrows, and sharp metallic silver threads shot out from his five fingers, passing through the gaps between the scales and quickly burrowing into the flesh beneath the unicorn horn on its head.

The Ice Crystal Magic Serpent cried out in pain, its eyes flashing with ferocity and savagery. It opened its blood-red maw, ready to bite Ronan hard.

Ronan remained unmoved, simply staring at it coldly.

"You should start learning how to be a qualified Magic Pet."

Drops of blood, tinged with crimson amidst icy blue, flowed rapidly from beneath the flesh of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent along the metal wire.

Bennigo asked Ronan to take his heart's blood, but Soraya had told Ronan that the most valuable essence of the Cold Scale Python, which had awakened the Ancient Ice Crystal Magic Serpent Bloodline, was actually in the blood sac under the single horn on its head.

That's where the bloodline power is most concentrated.

With its bloodline extracted, the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's enormous body twisted and thrashed wildly, trying countless times to bite Ronan, but it was firmly restrained by the power of the Soul Contract.

Ronan didn't stop extracting blood until he had collected about a fistful's worth.

He released his hand from the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, and the metal wire retracted back under his robe. The Ice Crystal Magic Serpent in front of him also quickly weakened, looking even worse than before.

Ronan tossed several hundred High-Level Magic Stone at it to help it recover some of its energy, casually instructing it to stay nearby and not wander off, before flying towards the valley.

When they arrived at the location, Ronan saw Bennigo standing beside the Saint Blood Tree, watering it with the ordinary blood of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent he had just collected.

"Let the Saint Blood Tree absorb some of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's blood first; this will help it purify its own kind of bloodline later."

Seeing Ronan approach, Bennigo offered a casual explanation.

Ronan blinked; this was something he hadn't expected. Bennigo's research on the Saint Blood Tree was indeed far more in-depth than his.

"I plan to donate some of my blood for experiments."

Bennigo paused for a moment before continuing, as if seeking Ronan's consent.

Ronan nodded to indicate that it was alright, but his attention was completely focused on the Saint Blood Tree.

Having absorbed a large amount of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's blood, the Saint Blood Tree grew even faster, and had completely grown into the shape of a small tree.

The tree's leaves are as clear as jade, with striking and delicate red veins. At this moment, the tree is bathed in a light blue glow, exuding a mysterious and magnificent aura.

Ronan thought for a moment, then entered the "Half Giant Demonification" state again, cut his wrist, and added his blood to the watering of the Saint Blood Tree.

The Saint Blood Tree grew at a visible rate until it reached an unprecedented peak. Only then did Ronan stop and take out the blood essence he had extracted from the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's brow.

The blood clot, a mixture of icy blue and crimson, held in my hand, resembled an exquisitely crafted crystal ball, shimmering with an eerie light under the sunlight.

This is the true blood of a magical beast passed down from ancient times. Any wizard obsessed with bloodlines would go mad upon seeing it.

And now.

Ronan even tried to take it a step further! "Are you full?"

He reached out and gently stroked the trunk of the Saint Blood Tree, whispering, "You've eaten your fill, now it's your turn to shine."

The Saint Blood Tree responded enthusiastically, like a child eager to show off in front of its parents, its leaves rustling and colliding.

Its attitude towards Ronan was the complete opposite of that of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent outside.

Ronan slowly handed over the blood ball in his hand, and countless red tentacles shot out from under the Saint Blood Tree, instantly enveloping the entire blood ball layer by layer.

Immediately after a blood spore formed at the top of the tree, Ronan released his grip and sat cross-legged in the Rune Array that Bennigo had already set up.

Bloodline Transplant preparations are officially underway.

The Saint Blood Tree trembled continuously, emitting wave after wave of red light filled with profound mystery.

Ronan kept his eyes on it, monitoring its condition.

"Thud—"

Suddenly, a leaf fell from the Saint Blood Tree, its color dull, as if it had withered and died after exhausting all its strength.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly as he watched more and more leaves fall. The entire Saint Blood Tree seemed to be suffering from some kind of calamity or severe cold, withering away rustlingly. The tree's color rapidly declined, while the blood spores at the top of the tree grew larger and larger. Ronan's eyes flashed fiercely. He didn't call for a stop, but was thinking of cutting his hand again to provide support to the Saint Blood Tree with his own blood. However, he was stopped by Bennigo beside him.

"Maintaining your own physical condition is also very important."

Bennigo calmly took out the blood of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent that he had reserved earlier and poured it at the base of the Saint Blood Tree. He then took out a large number of bottles and jars filled with unknown liquids from his Storage Waist Pouch, opened them all, and poured them down.

With the support of these nutrients, the Saint Blood Tree's condition improved slightly, and the rate at which its leaves fell began to slow down.

After an unknown amount of time, the Saint Blood Tree suddenly emitted a strong red light, then drooped down completely, and the blood spore at its top cracked with a "crack," spitting out a blood crystal the size of a thumb.

Ronan reached out and grabbed the blood crystal.

After purification, the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent bloodline changed from its original blue-red color to a deep blue-black color. Its surface showed no special features, and it felt hard and slightly cold to the touch.

"Crystallized blood? Then the original method doesn't seem to be working."

Bennigo was standing nearby, watched this scene and frowned slightly.

"The magic array will activate as usual... I'll try directly embedding and absorbing it."

Ronan thought for a moment and replied.

According to the Bloodline Transplant method provided by Soraya, the transplanted blood also needs to be inscribed on the body in the form of runes, and then the power of the magic circle is used to squeeze it into the body, which is similar to the process of "Talent Transplant".

But now that the crystallized blood couldn't be dissolved, Ronan had no choice but to continue using the most direct and brutal method.

Ronan held the dark blue blood crystal in his hand and examined it closely.

Bloodline Transplant technique that no one had ever succeeded in before. The stronger the bloodline, the more difficult it is to tame. One must bear the risk that the body may deform into a monster. One thought after another rolled through his mind. Finally, he raised his right hand and made a deep cut on the left side of his heart. As the flesh rolled back, he quickly stuffed the dark blue Bloodline Crystal in his hand into it.

"Snort--"

A sharp corner of the Bloodline Crystal pierced the fragile membrane outside the heart, and a piercing pain struck. Ronan groaned and his tall, slender body hunched over slightly.

At this moment, the Rune Array began to operate, and invisible forces [Penetration] Ronan's body, like countless ropes, slowly wrapping around Ronan's heart and tightening it little by little. Under the pressure of this force, the heart pumped blood frantically, and the blood in Ronan's entire body began to flow rapidly.

Large amounts of blood washed over the Bloodline Crystal embedded in his heart like a tidal wave. Ronan's face was pale, but his lips moved slightly as he quickly recited incantations.

The power of runes was generated within his body, gently tapping and striking the Bloodline Crystal.

Gradually, the originally [Fortify] dark blue crystal seemed to loosen, and a wisp of dark blue smoke emanated from its surface, penetrating Ronan's mind.

With another pump of blood from the heart, the mysterious bloodline power contained in this wisp of dark blue smoke traveled throughout the body along with the rapidly circulating blood.

In an instant! "Buzz—"

Ronan felt a tremendous roar in his mind, and his heart stopped beating for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the azure color of his eyes turned into an endless, deep dark blue, and even the shape of his pupils subtly changed into a vertical line, just like... the pupil of a snake.

His long, flowing hair billowed behind him, and an indescribable, boundless, ancient, primal, and wild aura emanated from his body.

In an instant, all the sounds of insects chirping and birdsong in the vast valley fell silent.

Bennigo remained rooted to the spot.

Ronan, on the other hand, completely lost consciousness.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The north wind howled across a vast expanse of snow-covered land.

The boy stood there, gazing blankly at the sky and everything around him.

Where am I?

A sense of confusion appeared in the boy's eyes; he didn't know where he was or where he should go.

He even forgot his own name.

He felt as if he had traveled an extremely long journey and finally arrived here.

This ancient and wild land is a boundless and desolate Snow Field.

"Hiss—sizzle—rustle—"

There were low, slippery murmurs, countless sticky, wicked sounds, as if the most filthy and disgusting things in the world were whispering in the boy's ear.

These voices desperately tried to penetrate the boy's head, as if trying to tell him something, but instead brought a nauseating discomfort, like sharp metal scraping back and forth on smooth glass, making him tremble with madness, almost screaming. The boy clutched his head in pain, frantically trying to shake the voices out of his head.

Suddenly.

The sound stopped.

The boy looked up blankly, and then saw two blood-red suns in the snow-covered sky.