Huo Ling withdrew his gaze from Bai Mu.
For such a distant descendant to have achieved what he had today was already remarkably fortunate.
Yet through him, Huo Ling had also seen a hidden danger.
Because of Huo Ling's blessing, anyone with even a trace of the bloodline had been strengthened and granted pure blood.
But whether due to their nature or Huo Ling's own teachings, relying on the Hellflame Dragons to breed solely among themselves was not reliable.
Their bloodline would therefore inevitably continue to dilute.
If he wanted to preserve the bloodline, he would still need to find another solution.
The first thing Huo Ling thought of was bloodline purification, a method used by kobolds and certain evil dragons.
Kobolds could gain dragon blood by using dragon scales, accumulating more and more dragon blood within their bodies through radiation.
Some evil dragons devoured their own kind, even dragon eggs, to strengthen their bloodline.
But neither method was suitable for Hellflame Dragons.
Huo Ling began researching secret arts in earnest. He needed to find the most suitable method.
Though dragon gods like Tiamat and Bahamut were powerful and valued their dragonkind,
they were equally arrogant and would never regard draconic creatures as their descendants.
Not to mention dragon gods like them—even ordinary true dragons looked down on draconic creatures.
Since they looked down on them, why would they think of caring for those draconic creatures? Why would they seek a way to purify their bloodlines?
But Huo Ling was different. At his core, he was not a dragon. He was human.
The Hellflame Dragons were the same. At their core, they too were human. That remained true whether in their past education or their future bloodline inheritance.
To Huo Ling and his descendants, the Hellflame Dragon bloodline was no