Chapter 232 - 768 - 776

Dragonwhale Successor

*Roar!*

A heavy noise sounded from the bottom of the ocean and that was followed by a terrifying shadow, constantly emitting strong life force undulations.

The pressure from its gigantuan body alone created a tsunami of magnitude 10, causing the ship that Leylin was on to waver violently.

"Float!" Gilbert commanded with a sharp voice.

*Phew! Phew!* Thick streams of air sounded with unbounded energy and propped the entire ship, resulting in it being suspended mid-air.

However, things were not so fortunate for the other marine tribes present. A mass of sharks, turtles and a mishmash of sea creatures were carried away in the waves of this catastrophe, many were even crushed to pulps of flesh, dyeing the surrounding waters red with blood.

The shadow grew exponentially, its size comparable to that of a continent. And in the blink of an eye, a huge mountain blade tore through the surface of the sea like a knife blade, revealing an enormous black back.

"T-This…is the Dragonwhale?!" Emma's jaw dropped.

"The leader amongst them, more accurately. And it could be the totem of the marine tribe!" Leylin's smile faded quickly. "Keep the noise down!"

The boundless sea calmed in tandem to Leylin's order. Two eyes the size of planets roamed in the deep sea, with beams of light projecting out of them.

A phantom appeared, and it showed a middle-aged marine tribe man.

"Ulaz is here to meet my lord!"

"A rank 6 king of the Dragonwhales! His physical size is already equivalent to that of a small continent! Thank god only rank 4 Dragonwhale appeared instead of this one when we were previously moving…" Gilbert's eyes narrowed and he immediately thought that he was hallucinating.

"What? He called Leylin 'My lord'? Aren't they of the same rank? Moreover, a Dragon-whale with such an impressive size

"Are you the one in charge of the Dragonwhale territorial waters, Ulaz?" Leylin readily asked.

"Yes my lord, as well as the neighbouring few islets and the continent's marine tribe!" This soul phantom called Ulaz replied in a cute manner.

Even the lowest ranked Dragonwhale could create great storms and waves in the south coast before, which led to great losses, and even Leylin had heard of it back when he was a Rank 1 or Rank 2 Magi.

Now however, not even the strongest Dragonwhale King was trash worth mentioning in his eyes.

'This form is abundant in bloodline force and if I devour it, the most it will increase my constitution by is 0.003!' Leylin's blue eyes flashed as he instantly got the answer, and the Dragonwhale King suddenly shivered underwater.

'It's too little, and I also still have other uses for it!' Leylin inwardly shook his head and gave up on devouring the Dragonwhale.

"Ulaz, I have something for you to do," a powerful force from Leylin, who possessed power over the creature's life or death, naturally began to speak to it.

"My lord, please command me, your humble servant will not refuse under any circumstances!" For the same reason, after sensing Leylin's unfathomable power and knowing its life was in Leylin's hands, the Dragonwhale King answered with the utmost respect.

"Very good, I am the Ouroboros Clan's elder, and should you see the flag of the Ouroboros Clan hung on any transportation, you are not allowed to attack them, and must even protect them, do you understand?"

"I will follow your command, almighty expert! I will also send my children as escorts for your ships!" Ulaz delightedly agreed.

"Very good," Leylin nodded. After he showed his intent to try to catch him, the enormous Dragonwhale disappeared from the ocean surface, as if it was being chased away by some powerful magic.

'For the south coast, the rank 6 Dragonwhale King is an undefeatable existence…" Leylin stroked his chin and said, "Fortunately, it didn't pay much attention to the south coast in the past, or perhaps it had been dormant, otherwise the entire south coast could not endure its fury…"

Just the gathering of the Dragonwhale's children could isolate the south coast from the outside world, and if the Dragonwhale King itself personally attacked them, looking at its form, it could have easily devastated the entire continent.

After all, although the south coast liked to toot its own horn as a continent, from the view of those Magi from the central continent, it was only a slightly larger island.

"Did you hear that? Move everyone as soon as possible! I trust that there won't be any dangers from now on," Leylin said to the two Kemoyin warlocks after following the Dragonwhale King's departure with his eyes.

"U-Understood!" Gilbert wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Just seeing Ulnaz from earlier made him feel fearful in his heart.

And the person who could send the powerful Dragonwhale bending its knee, what rank had Leylin reached?

"Lord L-Leylin! Would it be possible for you to tell us your current rank?"

Jeffrey, who had been equally terrified, stood at the side. He was more powerful than Gilbert and the others, and was already a rank 5 Radiant Moon warlock. However, because of this, he could understand the Dragonwhale's power even more.

At the same time, he began to perceive Leylin's change.

In any case, even if it was the entire central continent's strongest monarch, could not be on the same level as the rank 6 Dragonwhale King, and this gave Jeffrey an enormous shock.

"Me? I'm still a rank 6 warlock!"

Leylin smiled and hid nothing.

"How could this be?"

"However, I am only half a step away from rank 7," the latter half of Leylin's sentence sent the warlocks on the deck into a sluggish state.

"Seven… Rank 7! The rumoured god, with the existence of laws?" Jeffrey's eyes widened and his mouth gaped wide open, as if he was an enormous toad. He foolishly looked at Leylin as he entered the hold of the ship.

"Duke Gilbert! Duchess Emma! Please could you confirm if I imagined that?"

After a moment of great bafflement, only then did Jeffrey try his best to readjust his expression back into place, and involuntarily ask.

"I'm afraid that you didn't mishear, your royal highness Prince Jeffrey!"

Gilbert and Emma exchanged a glance with a wry smile on their faces and said, "However, we're already quickly getting used to it. Lord Leylin has always been good at creating hopes and miracles!"

Now even Gilbert would not dare to consider himself as Leylin's mentor anymore.

After all, he was an existence that was reaching rank 7!

Rank 7! What could it mean? In the ancient times, it would still be considered the position of a celebrated expert. The conqueror of many worlds, many native tribes could only tremble and weep…

And now, the Ouroboros clan had the strength of this rank?

Gilbert realised that he could only giggle at this thought, and Emma was also leaning towards it.

"Rank 7? Rank 7, ah… Bevis, Offa, your plans will all come to nothing!"

Jeffrey could only react to that after a long time, and suddenly sighed with a lonely expression on his face.

No matter who it was, once they had dealt with Leylin for some time they would feel as if they had been struck a blow. Jeffrey had previously felt this several times, but this time it was an even more powerful blow.

"However, with Leylin, the springtime of our bloodline warlocks has arrived!" After he had sighed, Jeffrey's eyes were filled with hope.

Even if the central continent was currently filled with many Monarch ranked Magi, to a semi-rank 7 they were as insignificant as ants. With just one slap, swathes of them would die. Jeffrey could already see the scene where bloodline warlocks would dominate the central continent.

The enormous benefits that conquering the central continent would represent rendered their earlier schemes and all those things they had previously worked hard to defend seem ridiculous.

"Perhaps this was exactly what that lord wanted?"

Jeffrey looked in the direction of the ship's hold and secrelty clenched his fist, an abnormal red flush appearing on his face.

...

Under Leylin's operation, they had completed the long journey from the south coast to the central continent in the space of the few days.

When Gilbert and the others had made this journey before, they had needed a few months. If it wasn't considered to have been too wasteful, Emma had even wanted to set up an astral gate in the south coast.

Passing through the astral gate and Morning Star realm's hub and establishing a transportation spell formation that could cover the entire central continent was an important trump card to the bloodline warlocks.

However for the relocation of the entire organisation, operating the astral gate might use up a little of their resources, but the numerous times used would all add up to an enormous figure that would make even Gilbert and the others faint. Even their entire family fortune wouldn't be able to afford it, and they could only use this long distance travel to carry out their move.

The astral gate's transportation could only be used to transport several people or several important goods, and wasn't suitable for the work of large-scale relocation.

However, after everything was settled, Leylin was already prepared to construct an astral gate on the south coast. Not just the south coast, even in the Twilight Zone and the subterranean world, he wouldn't leave them out.

Although large-scale transportation wasn't possible, but it would be very convenient for him to transport himself.

Within the Morning Star realm.

Alpha looked even more old and clumsy compared to before, as if his body had decayed. His eyes, however, still had an energy that was difficult to hide.

"Wade, do you think Jeffrey's previous summon was real?" Offa rubbed his hands somewhat excitedly. He and Wade were both waiting at the transfer point, and even Bevis was also there, although his face was already incomparably gloomy.

"Jeffrey, as you both and I know, would not deceive us on this sort of thing! In addition, if that person has really risen to rank 6, we can confirm it once we meet face-to-face!"

Wayde said with a smile. Jeffrey's messages were lagging behind a little, and once these two could truly acknowledge Leylin's strength, perhaps they would be in for a great surprise.

Turbulent Undercurrent

With a buzz, the Morning Star realm's transportation area suddenly flickered with a brilliant light.

"They have arrived!" Offa and Wayde's eyes lit up at the sight, but Bevis' expression became rather probing and had an unyielding look to it.

Several figures wrapped in a gentle ray of light appeared. After the light had dispersed, it revealed the figure of Leylin, Jeffrey and the others.

"Sir Offa, Sir Wayde and Sir Bevis! It's been a long time since we met," Leylin walked in front of the rest and greeted them with a smile.

"Sir Leylin, you- have you broken through?" Offa twisted his hands together, and appeared very excited.

"Yes, I have already reached the realm of rank 6," Leylin smiled, and behind his back, the essence of his sun-like truesoul appeared, its piercing golden flame sweeping across everyone with powerful energy undulations.

"As expected, this is the power of a Breaking Dawn rank!" Offa's eyes were bright and filled with tears, "our organisation's long-cherished wish has finally been realised, Sir Leylin, no, your majesty Leylin! You are the pride of our Bloodline Alliance!"

Offa respectfully bowed, along with Wayde and even a seemingly unwilling Bevis.

"Your highness? Have I been promoted to a new title?" Leylin seemed to find it funny as he raised his hand to support Offa and the others up from their bow.

With this hierarchy, as Leylin had now advanced to a rank 6 warlock and impressively become a Warlock Emperor, so he was now called 'his highness.

'What a funny way to give titles, so when Bevis also advances, wouldn't the Bloodline Alliance have two highnesses?'

Leylin humorously thought of the aftermath of that scene.

"1557 years, it's already fully been 1557 years! Our Bloodline Warlock Monarch has finally appeared, but never had I thought that it would be his majesty, Leylin!" Wayde said, which made Bevis' expression darken.

He was still a rank 5 Warlock, and did not have the strength to act against Leylin. He could only respectfully express his allegiance. No matter how he had schemed before, in front of this absolute strength, it was an insubstantial as a spider's web that could be brushed away without leaving a trace.

"However, I can also reach that rank. In a hundred more years, very quickly…"

At this moment, Leylin's gaze had also gone past Offa and Wayde, and had arrived on Bevis.

"Sire Bevis!"

"Yes!" Bevis put in his greatest effort to make his smile slightly more natural, but he disgracefully failed at doing so. His twisted expression made everyone who looked upon it want to laugh.

"Your fog giant bloodline, when amplified by another set of giant's remains, you still have 87 years left before you break through! Work hard, you still have 65.1% chance of advancing to rank 6," Leylin said with a smile, and he looked as if he had completely seen through Bevis.

'How did he know?' Bevis raised his head with amazement. He had always considered the fog giant's remains that he had obtained from Offa as his final hope and trump card, and never had he thought that Leylin would be able to tell.

'The gap between him and me has grown so big?' Seeing that Leylin had a greater understanding of his bloodline than he himself, and had even calculated the probability of advancement, dealt a devastating strike to Bevis' confidence.

Until now, he realised that his actions before made him look like an absolute clown, and he looked extremely ridiculous.

"Lord Leylin!" After Leylin and the others had welcomed them into the headquarters, Offa and his group saw Leylin sit down. They still stood there ramrod-straight, with solemn and respectful expressions on their face.

"Mm! I've come to the central continent today to relocate the Ouroboros clan, and also take care of some other trifling matters. After that, I might permanently settle there," Leylin said. This surface Magus world was all the same to Leylin, and no matter how concentrated the elemental particles were, it would not be of any use to advancing his strength now.

"Relocate? Settle?! Is it because of the subterranean commerce? I've heard about it, but please let me speak bluntly, your majesty. Although we Warlocks rely on bloodline power, the south coast's weak elemental concentration will definitely still affect us…" Offa and the others had anxious expressions on their faces.

Their long-awaited rank 6 Bloodline Monarch had finally appeared, and they thought they could exact their revenge on the central continent, so how could they let Leylin go so easily? Would they really have to wait another hundred years for Bevis? Seeing Offa's expression, Leylin immediately knew what they were thinking in their heart of hearts. However, he did not expose them.

"Be at ease, I know what you are all concerned about. Before I leave, I'll settle this matter completely!" Leylin indifferently waved his hand, but Offa and his group were still a little dissatisfied. They seemed to want to say something else, but they were all stopped in their tracks by Jeffrey's most severe glare.

After Leylin had left, Jeffrey was surrounded by Offa and the others.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop us?" Offa asked very calmly. They had been comrades for a very long time, so he was very clear about how Jeffrey was as a person and knew that he definitely had his own considerations.

"The earlier situation shocked me a little too much, and the news from the distant continent was rather delayed, so I couldn't tell you all about the latest situation…" Jeffrey said with a wry smile, "Lord Leylin is not an average rank 6 Monarch, he is the person that we must pin all our hopes on…"

...

Afterwards, the shocking news began to spread throughout the entire central continent.

The Bloodline Union's Warlock king, Leylin Farlier, had already stepped across the threshold of Breaking Dawn, and entered the realm of rank 6!

After the Morning Star space had verified this news, they immediately invited other organisations to attend Leylin's celebrations. Many powerful Magi organisations and even some Monarchs had one-by-one expressed their intention to come themselves and meet with Leylin.

In a short while, the entire Phosphorescence Swamp once again became the gathering point of the central continent, and it seemed like all the Magi were discussing this matter, and how it would affect the central continent.

...

Sky City, the Drifting Garden.

"What?" the parchment in Weyer's hands dropped to the floor, "How is this possible? He's already advanced to rank 6, and reached the same status as the Monarch of the Skies? How long has he taken?"

"The Monarch of the Skies has already accepted Leylin's invitation, and will definitely personally attend. This news is very trustworthy. This is reality, you must get used to it and accept it, my child!" A middle-aged Magi that looked rather similar to Weyers helplessly said.

He knew, of course, how great the shock this news would pose to a genius like Weyers. His small achievements were nothing compared to Leylin. That terrifying fellow' speed at advancing made all the central continent's geniuses despair and crumble.

"Being born in the same century as him is your greatest misfortune but also your greatest fortune! I hope you can step out from his shadow," the middle-aged man looked at Weyers with undisguised concern in his eyes.

"I want to go as well, I want to see exactly how far the gap is between me and him!" Weyers gnashed his teeth, with an obstinate expression all over his face.

"Ah, you…" the middle-aged man helplessly sighed.

...

The reconstruction of Düz City had happened, under the Blazing Flame Monarch's direction, many slaves put out their utmost effort and had completely rebuilt from the original ruins in the shortest period of time. The sacred flame had been relit, to represent the Blazing Flame Monarch's strength and might.

Inside the city, within a giant sphere of flames, the golden blaze's boiling hot temperature had the power to melt the surrounding buildings.

This phenomenon continued for nearly a few hours, and afterwards a slender figure emerged from the flames.

The person was wrapped in a red cloak, and had a small crown of flame upon their head. It turned out to be Melinda, who was now the Blazing Flame Monarch.

"Over the years, after consuming so many precious materials and the power of Dreamscape Elven stones, finally I have mended my soul to 80% of its original self…"

The present Melinda had not only regrow a new arm, her aura had also reached the stage of rank 6.

"Leylin Farlier! You really have given me a huge shock!" Melinda's expression was very complicated. She had previously been able to take revenge thanks to Leylin's help. However, he had attacked at the most crucial point and made her suffer enormous losses. Only now had she been able to recover.

"He's already broken through to rank 6? How interesting! Even bloodline shackles and the Snake Dowager couldn't stop him?"

As an old monster who knew of many ancient secrets, Melinda naturally knew what it meant to break through the bloodline shackles– he had the strength to resist the originator of his bloodline!

"It looks as if I can't take my revenge now, and I even need to try to mend our relations," Melinda licked her lips with a rich smile on her face.

"Just as well! That freshly caught little fellow would be a rather good gift!"

With Melinda's thoughts and a loud clap, a fire elf immediately appeared before her.

"Almighty master, please bestow your orders upon me!"

The elf knelt on the floor with a respectful and humble attitude.

"That freshly captured witch, I think she's called Natasha, command the others to erase her attitude and make her compliant! Put her as one of our guards!"

"Your orders will be put into effect!" The elf spread it's blazing wings on its back and flew out from the door.

"I really am looking forward to the ceremony!" Melinda laughed brightly, and the fire in the rear hall suddenly grew several times more intense, as if it wanted to scorch the entire sky.

In just a moment, the entire central continent was full of hidden undercurrents as everyone turned their gazes towards the Phosphorescence Swamp.

Beginning The Ceremony

In the Phosphorescence Swamp.

Due to the withdrawal of numerous Warlocks of the Ouroboros Clan, the space had become empty. They were replenished with Warlocks that had been urgently dispatched from the Warlock Union, which was why everything seemed to be in order.

After long talks with Jeffrey, Offa and the rest were now completely subservient to Leylin.

A huge palace constructed to last for eternity, a building which could hold ten thousand people, was now urgently in construction. Large amounts of precious resources were used without fear of the expenses.

"You did well!"

Leylin's arms were behind his back as he gazed at the high mountains in the distance while speaking to Offa and the rest behind him.

"It is our honour to be able to toil for Your Majesty!" Offa and the other answered respectfully, the gratitude in their eyes genuine.

Their true bodies had already arrived at the Phosphorescence Swamp, rather than staying in the Morning Star Area.

The Warlock Union in the past was far too weak, and could only protect itself by having the rank 5 Warlocks banding together, coupled with the battle might of the fort. For this reason, the true bodies of these rank 5 Warlocks could not leave, and they could only move about using clones. This was the greatest humiliation to the Warlock Union!

Now, with Leylin around, they had the confidence to exhibit their true bodies under the sun and not having to sneak around like mice in the Morning Star Area. The feelings of gratitude they now had were true.

"By the way, your highness, are you really going to develop here? There may be benefits of the underground trade here, but the central continent is so much more vast!"

Offa spoke slightly hesitantly, but with obvious hope in his expression.

"Though the resources on the central continent are exceptionally plentiful, they've long since been taken by the many other organisations."

Leylin watched Offa with a half-smile on his face, as if he had completely seen through Offa's thoughts.

"Of course, our organisation can eliminate all those in our way and even launch a Magi hunting campaign and burn them all at stake… And then?"

"And then?" Offa's face flushed red, evidently being stirred up by Leylin's words.

"After I disappear, what's going to happen to you all?"

Leylin's voice was icy cold, and left every Warlock's first deathly pale as if they had fallen into a world of ice.

"Why? Your Highness, you've already entered the realm of laws. What is there on the continent that can be a threat to you?"

Jeffrey and the others could not comprehend.

In answer, Leylin merely chuckled, "In the Magus World itself, I'm not a match for those rank 8 existences who survived the ancient final war. The astral plane is so vast and there are countless worlds out there. Besides, I haven't reached the realm of immortality yet, and who out there can say that they are everlasting or immortal?"

Watching Offa and the rest leave, Leylin's eyes flashed with ridicule.

What he'd mentioned was only part of the reason. More importantly, the benefits in the south coast were already enough for the Ouroboros Clan to survive and develop. No matter how amazing the resources in the central continent were, they were useless to him.

In order to conquer the framework of profits in the central continent that had been formed over a long time, it would expend some time and effort on his part as well as make enemies with Monarchs just for something that was useless to him.

If this was for Freya, Celine, or Gilbert and Emma from the Ouroboros Clan, Leylin might perhaps make the effort.

However, who was Offa? An ally from a scattered Warlock Union. This status was not enough for Leylin to be moved.

Anyway, once he showed his strength and completely terrorized the Magi Monarchs, they would definitely yield some profits to win him over and express their goodwill.

After allocating all the resources to the Warlock Union, Leylin believed he had repaid them for all that they had done for him.

On top of that, with him as a deterrence, the Warlock Union's future in the central continent would be shining.

At the very least, those so-called Anti-Warlock Campaigns would no longer appear out in the open.

With these, Leylin felt he'd done enough for the Warlock Union.

While Leylin had thoughts of things like conquering the central continent and constructing sa Warlock empire or something like that, he gave up later.

After all, for he as he was now, no matter how large an empire and organisation he could make, all there was for him was pursuing eternity after becoming a rank 7 Magus. That was the number one goal of the existences of laws.

The realm of laws, existing together with these laws was an eternal glory. Eternity was no longer but an excessive hope, but there was now a chance!

For this little chance, these existences of laws were willing to give up everything, and Leylin was no different!

"Once this ceremony's over, I'll meet those existences of laws in the Magus World, sign the agreement, and then settle down…"

Leylin's eyes were profound. He had advanced be leaps and bounds and had even made contact with the wide-ranging and deep power of laws. The various mysteries held within as well as his long life span gave him the urge to seclude himself for thousands of years and concentrate on researching, regardless of everything.

With a higher status and more power, at a point where everything was easily obtained, all worldly things in the world did not seem as important to Leylin.

It must be the same for those other laws of existences…

...

"A giant airship has been discovered! The symbol says that it's from Sky City, an organisation with a first class invitation!"

The sun shone brightly in the cloudless azure sky. All of a sudden, a large airship appeared in the air, the smooth surface of the warship as nimble and sharp as a swordfish, the metallic luster dazzling and flickering with light.

The people at the interim command centre on the ground were immediately flustered.

"Issue the guiding signal!" "Issue the guiding signal!" "

"This is the centre ground of the Ouroboros Clan. Airship that belongs to the esteemed Sky City, please follow our guide and park at lot 23!"

Important information was relayed thrice, before there came an answer, "Alright!"

*Rumble!* The giant airship landed on the ground. Compared to the surrounding airships, it appeared manifestly superior and majestic.

The cabin door opened. The first person to exit was a winged person with three pairs of wings, the pure white wings making him seem like an angel descending, full of a holy feeling.

"It's the Monarch of the Skies's true body!"

The surrounding stream of Magi all went silent, and many bowed to show their respect.

"Esteemed Monarch, please come with me! His Highness, Leylin, has come all the way to greet you!" At this moment, a female snake Warlock went forward and bowed reverently, showing the Monarch of the Skies the way as he descended from the exit.

From time to time, some conscients whispered privately.

"The true body of a Monarch! Even in the central continent, Breaking Dawn powers rarely show themselves!"

"Don't you know what this is for? With the rise of a Monarch, there needs to be a true body with a similar status coming forward to congratulate him, which would otherwise be impolite. We might see the arrival of all the Monarchs in the central continent here. This is a ceremony of the Monarchs!"

Behind the Monarch of the Skies were many Magi from Sky City, all having scholarly auras.

As an organisation with the most ample intellectual resources, scholarly Magi existed in hordes in Sky City.

"Everything has changed!"

Weyers followed the crowd with a low profile, occasionally observing the surroundings,

Besides the organisation in Sky City, all the other high-ranked Magi in the central continent had practically gathered here, creating a huge stream of people.

With the Morning Star strength that Weyers was proud of, it wasn't that common but also not that conspicuous.

It was only at the arrival of rank 5 Radiant Moon Magi that there were gasps from the crowd, and with the appearance of a Monarch, there was a large-scaled commotion.

"Leylin! Leylin Farlier! So you've already left me so far behind and reached the apex of the central continent?"

Weyers lamented inside. Everything, meaning the ceremony and all the glory, belonged to the young man, who he could not even begin to envy.

Though they were all geniuses of the same generation, they had practically snatched all the glory that belonged to this generation!"

"Even in ancient times, his talent must be that of a monster, right?"

Weyers laughed bitterly. He no longer had any thoughts in his head. When the disparity between them was so vast that it was incomparable, all resentment and insanity was pointless. Weyers knew this very well.

"Nice to meet you for the first time, or rather, we meet again, Sire Monarch of the Sky!"

The procession suddenly stopped, and Weyers lifted his head, seeing a young men wearing black Magus robes standing in front, a gentle smile on his face.

He was young! No, rather than that, he was extremely young. At this age, one would be lucky just to be at rank 2 or 3 at this age.

"We're not on the same level anymore!"

Seeing his appearance, not one person in the procession dared move and bowed as they retreated, giving up the area to the two Monarchs. Weyers might be unwilling to do so, but he had no choice but to follow the card.

"It's great to see you, Sire Leylin! I must say that you truly gave me a surprise!"

The Monarch of the Skies spoke up, voice gentle and full of a magnetic force, "My name is Zabofel. You can just call me Zabofel!"

"Alright, Zabofel! Please come with me! The Blazing Flame Monarch and others of the continent have all arrived!"

Leylin led the way.

"So fast!?" Shock was evident in his eyes. He'd thought he had come rather quickly, but to his surprise, there were others ahead of him.

It seemed like the shock and interest from everyone towards this newly advanced Monarch was terrifying.

While they were conversing, Leylin was observing Zabofel's true body.

He'd seen Zabofel twice before, once in Sky City and during the besiege of the Blazing Flame Monarch. All he'd seen were clones.

In a sense, this was the first time they were truly meeting.

Fame

The magnificent ceremony held in Phosphorescence Swamp was a very successful and influential meeting. Leylin had not done much in preparation, and instead left everything to Offa and the others, at most just showing his face when greeting guests and accepting gifts. He also displayed his Breaking Dawn abilities.

This whole process meant that the time that Leylin had showed himself was meagre, causing many high-ranked Magi to grit their teeth in frustration. However, Offa and the rest were very experienced and made sure the ceremony was very lively, and even held several auctions and private trade meetings amongst many others.

It had to be said that due to the vastness of the central continent, it was inconvenient for Magi from various regions to make connections. They could interact and exchange services through this ceremony, which was definitely a nice surprise for them. Even centuries later, there were still Magi who still constantly recalled this ceremony.

Of course, the higher-ups in large organisations were focused on something else. While Leylin had not shown himself often, the rank 6 Breaking Dawn strength that he showed, the soldified soul flames, were definitely not fake.

This meant that the prophecy that had been circulating for a long time regarding the most powerful bloodline Monarch amongst Warlocks had been realised! Many Magi had complicated feelings towards the rise of Warlock organisations, and there were plenty who were dissatisfied.

However, before they could join forces or plot something, Leylin did something unthinkable, Under the fervent stares of the audience, Leylin requested a battle with the Breaking Dawn Monarchs!

This wasn't just a one-on-one match. He was going to go up against all the Monarchs by himself!

When Leylin first suggested this, practically everyone thought that he had gone insane.

Even as a Warlock with a boost from his bloodline, how could a rank 6 Warlock who had recently advanced be a match for the many Breaking Dawn Monarchs?

There were even many Magi who believed that the Monarchs wouldn't accept Leylin's proposal and felt that this was an insult.

However, the way things progressed shocked them. For some reason, the Breaking Dawn Magi actually agreed.

Due to the site and the destructive force, they did not choose to have the battle in the main world but in a spatial crack.

This prevented many low-ranked Magi from looking in, and the bare minimum to enter was raised to rank 4, Morning Star Magi.

The battle ended quickly, and practically the moment the rank 2 and 3 Magi began to get anxious in their wait, numerous high-ranked Magi returned from the spatial crack.

However, they all looked extremely pale, and some even began to mutter under their breaths, as if they were under shock.

The few Radiant Moon and even Monarchs had the same expression, followed by Leylin, who looked carefree. The results were obvious.

The shock this gave to all the Magi was terrifying beyond relief.

Leylin had confronted all of the Monarchs alone and actually achieved victory, and in such a short time at that, and with such ease! Numerous Magi exchanged gazes, having a feeling that there would soon be a drastic change to the central continent.

After this, while many Morning Star Magi did not dare breathe even a word of this, there were quite a number who had watched the battle and had close friends or family they shared this with. The details of the battle gradually leaked.

From what they had said, Lord Leylin had displayed extraordinary strength from the very beginning. Whether Morning Star, Radiant Moon or even Breaking Dawn Monarchs could only quiver before his energy undulations.

The moment they fought, the Monarchs all lost at one go and even received injuries of varying degrees.

No! Perhaps before they had even fought, they had already been defeated.

Such an unimaginable and outrageous matter immediately caused much suspicion, but when rumours spread but nobody going against the rumours, the central continent descended into a deathly silence.

The only change was that even in private discussions, those Magi did not dare even mention Leylin's name and instead replaced it with the 'Bloodline Monarch'.

Leylin's fame thus spread at a startling speed, and the Bloodline Warlock Union took advantage of this, thus developing largely. Of course, that is what happened in the future.

...

For Leylin, the ceremony was extremely boring.

The precious gifts the organisations offered to him to show their goodwill were nothing to him. For the battle against the Monarchs, he had merely emitted less than 1% of the aura of his main body, but these Monarchs could not even withstand it.

All of this caused Leylin's interest to wane.

After the hasty ending, he surprisingly got enough time to do as he pleased.

Within the extravagant palace, Leylin was now making some coffee. Whether it was the grinding of the coffee beans or the later procedures, everything happened smoothly and there was a certain beauty to his actions. There was even a unique charm and order to everything that lingered in one's memories.

"Hehe… Weyers seems to be rather shocked."

Melinda was clad in a fox-skin coat, a fox tail around her neck while she sized Leylin up and down with interest.

"That little guy?" Leylin chuckled, and then shook his head.

Now, any talents or the like were nothing to him.

Melinda sipped at the coffee and then put the cup down, looking serious. Though she had already overestimated Leylin, the terrifying strength he exhibited still exceeded her expectations. Even what he had shown could very well be the tip of the iceberg!

Melinda straightened her back slightly, looking glum, "Lord Leylin, you… have you already touched upon the realm of laws?"

"Yes!" Leylin nodded, hearing Melinda's sharp intake shortly after.

As an old freak that had lived for a long time, Melinda was definitely aware of the terror of laws. Leylin was definitely not one of those who liked to brag, yet were inexperienced and narrow-minded. Instead, he had probably entered a deeper realm, which had resulted in such a terrifying change.

"No wonder…" Melinda forced out a laugh, "No wonder it was effortless for you to deal with us…"

Leylin glanced at her.

In his opinion, Melinda was also a crafty person with origins even more mysterious than the other Monarchs, and seemed to know many ancient secrets. She had not expended much effort this time either, and even any backlashes or injuries might be all for show.

"Well then, what are you future plans? Are you going to unify the central continent?" She asked nervously.

She had already made her mind up anyway. If Leylin had a wish, she would be the first to show her sincerity.

The terror that were the existences of laws were impossible to be stopped by a rank 6 Magus like her who had only made slight progress on the flame law. With his will, the whole central continent could only tremble in fear and obey. Melinda was sure of that.

"No, I've never considered that."

Leylin first stared at Melinda, and only when she began to squirm in unease that he chuckled in answer.

"I've no interest in the central continent. Just as you've seen, the Ouroboros Clan is now moving to the south coast. Only one branch of the clan will be left as a link to the central continent."

After hearing Leylin's guarantee, Melinda heaved a sigh of relief inside. She knew that there was no need for him to fool her.

"Then I'll thank you on behalf of the Magi of the central continent! Thank you for exempting them from the fate of a bloodbath!"

Melinda spoke and bowed to Leylin solemnly, and Leylin accepted this all apathetically.

"Oh, I've also prepared a small present for you. I hope you like it!"

Belinda smirked like a little fox and clapped her hands.

"Lord Leylin!" A female Magus dressed in black walked out from the corner, kneeling to the ground.

"It's Tanasha!" Leylin nodded. He no longer paid any mind to a rank 3 like her. After she had accepted his present, she had walked the path of revenge.

"This girl relied on the power you gifted her, and had already gotten her revenge against Harper. Somehow, she managed to mysteriously offend a few organisations and became stranded in my territory…"

Melinda giggled, "Of course, I've already helped to take care of those tiny issues!"

"Mm," Leylin answered, "Tanasha, you're right in time. We're planning to move. Look for Mistress Freya. She'll settle you in…"

Surprisingly, Leylin felt nothing as he watched Tanasha leave deferentially.

With just a thought, there were large numbers of rank 4, 5 or even 6 who would hastily come over to run errands for him. This rank 3 subordinate was now hardly enough.

Of course, she was one of his people, and he would naturally give her a way out.

"Thank you for the matter with Tanasha. I'm rather interested in the soul splitting technique you mentioned before, and I've had some other thoughts regarding it. I hope to discuss it with you…"

After chatting for a while longer, Leylin shifted the conversation to more proper matters.

This was the real reason he was meeting Melinda.

"Methods to split the soul into two? If my lord is interested in such a dangerous technique, I will naturally present everything I know!"

While Melinda was astonished, she still agreed easily.

Soul Splitting Experiment

[Beep! Database on soul splitting methods completed. Renamed as Truesoul Splitting Technique.]

Watching Melinda leave after giving him what he'd wanted, Leylin heard the A.I. Chip's response and touched his chin. He had taken advantage of Melinda and obtained her soul splitting techniques. This time, with an in-depth discussion to fill up the gaps, he had made much progress.

This technique was extremely important for Leylin, to the point that it would affect with how he would grow in the future.

Having taken care of the issue of the technique, Leylin was in a great mood and took care of the hidden damage to Melinda's soul, much to her gratitude.

'The procedures to splitting the truesoul have been completely deduced. It has a very high success rate, so next is how to control the other half of the truesoul…' Leylin touched his chin, sinking into deep thought.

While the soul splitting technique that Melinda had provided was very feasible, there was also a huge issue— the inability to control the clone's truesoul! Even the Blazing Flame Monarch herself had ruined herself with this, and was later destroyed by Melinda, who was later formed and took over by force.

Leylin had no wish to be met with a situation like a soul betraying him, and hence had to nip this issue in the bud.

At this moment, Gilbert and the rest had walked in, accompanied by Offa and others who had complicated expressions on their faces. "Your Majesty, the preparations for the tidying up and moving of the Ouroboros Clan are complete!"

While Leylin had shown immense strength and supported them, the fact that they would leave the central continent and develop in the south coast was something they were uncomfortable with. However, Leylin's fame was more than enough for the Warlock Union to take care of itself. Hence, it couldn't be helped that they had complicated feelings regarding this.

"Alright then, let's move as soon as we can!" Leylin was very calm, and he even seemed rather relieved. The reason he had taken the time to do something so senseless was because of the favours and debts he owed. Once everything was done, he would be able to focus entirely on the search for eternity.

...

Soon enough, another bomb was dropped on the central continent. The most powerful Monarch, the Monarch of Blood who had suppressed many other Monarchs single handedly, had moved the Ouroboros Clan far away from the central continent, to a desolate place lacking in Magi. Leylin Farlier had moved to the south coast.

While the Warlock Union had done all it could to conceal this fact at the beginning, in this situation where the entire organisation was moving it could not really be hidden. The bloodline Warlocks who were only just making themselves known could only howl in grief, and temporarily reign in their arrogance.

Meanwhile, with the development of the Warlock Union the safety of the many Bloodline Warlocks was not an issue. They even expanded their reach in the central continent. In the end, it would develop into the largest organisation in the central continent, one that would continue for a long time.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Leylin. Even if he found out about it, he would think nothing of it. After settling the Ouroboros Clan in the south coast and hosting an underground trade, Leylin completely released his hold over everything. Other than accompanying Freya and tending to Syre, most of his time was spent in the laboratories.

The Ouroboros Clan's strength was more than enough to suppress the south coast. With the added development of the underground trade, they got back on track and expanded their power quickly. After going through with all this, Leylin could finally be at ease. He turned his attention back to his interests…

Deep underground, in a laboratory with an unknown location.

"Begin test number 2419!" Leylin's voice sounded, and the A.I. Chip's robotic prompt showed. [Beep! Beginning experiment. Recording data.]

From behind a huge glass wall, Leylin was now watching the two bodies he had nurtured. Both had the unique characteristics of the subterranean race, and what was more shocking was their illusory faces, which made them look like they were wearing translucent masks.

Electric current constantly surged through them under Leylin's orders, and on the back of the guinea pigs were numerous transparent tubes that wiggled about, pouring a myriad of unknown fluids in different colours into them.

"Ugh…" "Keke…" The two experimental bodies both displayed different behaviour. Their flesh was twitching as if tiny rats were burrowing under their skin, and meaty tumours kept rolling and turning on their bodies. They looked disgusting and terrifying.

What attracted the most attention was their faces, where that layer of an illusory soul mask had become even more dazzling, and their expressions grew even more complex.

[Targets are operating well. No signs of rejection] the A.I. Chip loyally intoned, [Initiating attempt to remotely control targets.] Strands of translucent threads drooped down, attached to the phantom figure of a six-legged golden spider at the very end.

The translucent threads first spread over the face of an experimental body, the many legs probing its face and causing it to writhe in intense pain before it moved on to the next.

"Gulu!" "Gulu!" After the translucent threads connected with the other experimental body, its body suddenly began to twitch vigorously.

[Beginning soul resonance. Experimental body number 2 is convulsing. Soul waves are fluctuating violently.]

"Continue. Adjust the ratio of the second potion mixture and the third life strengthening essence such that they're five units fewer than before," Leylin looked grave.

[Initiating adjustment. Target's waves are now trending towards stability.]

"Have I succeeded?" Watching the interior of the lab that had become quiet, a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

However, his expression soon changed.

Along with yells and an intense explosion, the two experimental bodies self-detonated, sending blood and filth spraying onto the glass walls.

[Targets have died. Souls have been extinguished. Experiment failed.] The cold voice caused Leylin to sigh.

"I failed again! Is it an issue with the Vitri Spider? Perhaps I should use a better adhesive next time." After his experiment failed, Leylin readjusted his mood and began to record the results of his experiments.

"Hm?" Immediately after, with the raise of his eyebrow, he put down the pen in his hands.

"It's been ten years?" He muttered to himself, suddenly disappearing from a laboratory and arriving at another space.

"Lord Ignox, long time no see! Has the agreement been prepared?" Leylin smiled as he greeted the Magus in front of him, a being of laws.

Ignox smiled and nodded. "Yes, Lord Leylin! As well, a lot of our comrades are extremely excited after learning about your existence, They couldn't suppress their desire to meet you!"

"Then let's go! I only hold deep admiration for those ancient and powerful beings!" A hint of intelligence shone in Leylin's eyes, and the two of them turned into light and vanished.

While on the way, Leylin transmitted a message, "Also, Lord Ignox, about the trade with the underground world…" After all, he had to let the protector of the first few levels of the subterranean world know about it.

"That? It's not an issue. If you like, I can even gift you the first level!" Surprisingly, Ignox did not seem to mind. For existences of laws like them, the benefits of trade that only affected the first level were pointless and such a thing would not offend them at all.

"Then I'm relieved. Also…" Making use of this opportunity, Leylin began to chat again. After all, since Ignox was his senior, he possessed a lot of knowledge that Leylin currently needed. The discussion went delightfully on the way. Ignox was rather amazed at how multi-talented and erudite he was. After all, as an existence of laws who had recently advanced, Leylin's expansive and profound knowledge far surpassed his peers.

As they conversed, they kept going deeper and deeper into the subterranean world. They ended up breaking through the seventh level, and entered a dark and unknown space.

'Based on what I know from my previous world, we should already have reached the core. This…' Leylin sized up his surroundings. The void and darkness were like the unknown layers within the universe, holding the mysterious World Will within them.

The closer he got, the more Leylin could sense the existence of the World Will. While it was weak and slumbering, just the natural power it emitted startled him.

"Welcome to the deepest region of the underground, as well as where the higher-ups of the Magus World reside!" Ignox had completely lost his human form and transformed into an unknown existence.

"Laws…" Leylin shut his eyes. Here, he could clearly sense the existence of a multitude of laws, and some were even explicitly conspicuous. The environment here was much better than the surface of the Magus World.

[Beep! Traces of destroyed spacetime pathways discovered. World origin force is being dispersed.] The A.I. Chip prompted at this moment.

'Is this shattered world core left behind from the ancient Final War?' Leylin now knew why all the rank 8 existences stayed here. With laws being exposed and the origin power of the world emanating from it, the attraction it held for all these existences was incomparable to anything else.

If it were him, he would definitely stay here all the time as well…

Path

"Welcome, newly advanced comrade!" A streak of boiling hot light suddenly rose from the darkness, and Leylin seemed to see flames from the core of the earth.

"This is the Mother Core, the strongest amongst us!" Ignox introduced at the side. A few other powerful conscients descended as his voice sounded.

"This is the Death Sovereign King!" "This is the Abyss Master!" Many rank 8s, some who were said to only exist in ancient legends or myths and some Leylin had yet to even hear of began to show themselves.

"Hello, everyone!" Leylin greeted them. A huge phantom Targaryen appeared from behind him, and the power of devouring twined around it.

"What an interesting fellow! He actually grasps the power of devouring!"

"This path is very difficult. Do you still remember that bubbly teapot 320,000 years ago? He seemed to have walked the same path then…"

"You're a descendant of the Snake Dowager yet broke through your shackles? Congratulations!"

The many existences began to discuss amongst themselves or expressed their goodwill. Just the transmissions from their minds was enough for those Breaking Dawns from before to explode and die.

"Silence!" With the voice of the Mother Core, the many conscients quietened down.

"First, let us welcome Leylin Farlier, our newest comrade!" It was evident that the Mother Core was the most powerful here, and many existences of law let her take the lead.

"The agreement has been prepared. You can take a look!" An ordinary board of soil flew out from the core and landed in front of Leylin, an agreement written out using the words of laws.

Leylin took a look. The conditions were broad, stating that as a member of the Magus World he had to take initiative to safeguard the Magus World and prevent foreigners from invading. In return, he would be able to comprehend a few years' worth of the power of laws here every century, and even have the chance to absorb some of the world origin force.

"There's a limit to the world's origin force. Even existences of laws can't absorb it from the world without any limits, or else everything would be ruined… Even if it's us, we can't draw the power of the world without reservations. There has to be a limit." The Mother Core explained to Leylin.

"It's fine by me!" Leylin naturally knew the reasoning behind this. He nodded, and a black Targaryen seal appeared at the end of the soil board. The soil board crumbled in an instant, and seemed to draw the attention of the World Will, sending threads of mysterious force pouring in.

"With the great Magus World Will as a witness, I hereby announce the signing of the contract!" The Mother Core's voice was grim, and the rest of the other existences roared and yelled.

"Welcome, kid!" "Ever since the ancient battle, we haven't had new blood in a long time!" It was obvious that after signing the agreement, these guys now truly treated him as one of their own.

After conversing with them, Leylin first comprehended some of the world laws that the Mother Core had exhibited, and also absorbed a portion of the origin force before leaving the area guided by Ignox.

"Please rest assured, my friend!" Right as they were leaving, Ignox seemed friendly and gentle, "I'll find a way for you to solve the issue of controlling a split truesoul!"

"Thanks a ton, I'll leave it to you!" Leylin nodded gratefully. This sort of high-ranked soul technique would require a lot of time even with research and help from the A.I. Chip. His only other choice was to employ the help of other existences of laws.

"Actually, regular clones should already be enough for us. Why are you trying to do something as dangerous as split your truesoul?" Ignox bit his lip and began to advise him.

"I know… Clones are very useful, but the connection with the host body cannot be broken off. There's also a huge issue…" Leylin answered.

Leylin could naturally make clones like that of the Trial's Eye or the Nefarious Filthbird right now. Perhaps those could not even be called clones, just a projection of his strength.

And as an existence of laws, Leylin knew very clearly the weakness of such projections. "Once the connection is broken, the projection is useless and can't be controlled again…"

"Alright! I'll take care of this. With the Wisdom Library passed down in the family through generations, I believe I should get a result in the next three centuries!" Ignox stared at Leylin meaningfully, his astute gaze almost piercing through Leylin's mind and seeing through his plans.

"Well then, I'll be off, my Lord!" Leylin bowed slightly, turning into a streak of black light and disappearing. He left Ignox standing in place, looking deep in thought.

'Truesoul splitting? Perhaps even the Mother Core would not dare attempt something like this. Interesting…' Ignox mumbled to himself, a mysterious smile quirking about his lips. He turned into a bundle of mist and, as if he had merged with the world, completely disappeared.

The speed of an existence of laws was unimaginable. With just a bit of time, Leylin was back in his laboratory. Half-reclining on his sofa, he halted his research, instead rubbing his temples.

"A.I. Chip, show me my current stats!"

[Leylin Farlier, rank 6 Warlock. Bloodline: Targaryen (rank 6). Strength: 173.21, Agility : 126.07, Vitality: 255.37, Spiritual force: 450.12. State of soul: Peak Breaking Dawn. Comprehension of laws, Devouring: 99%.] The A.I. Chip loyally intoned. It resulted in a look of satisfaction in Leylin's eyes.

"Just taking in a bit of the world origin force allowed my vitality to grow so much!" Advancing a full unit was extremely troublesome at the level of an existence of laws. All the energy Leylin had devoured from his massacres couldn't raise his vitality by such a degree, but all his stats had now grown.

"World origin force is truly the best supplement for existences of laws!" Leylin stroked his chin. He thought back to the Magus World before the ancient war. Numerous higher ups of the Magus World were enthusiastic about invading other worlds and seizing their world origins. This fact probably had something to do with those actions.

"It's a pity… For the me as I am now, regular world origin force has little effect for me… Only enormous worlds like the Purgatory World or those of higher ranks would be useful for me…" Leylin's eyes were glazed over. He knew a few powerful worlds like Purgatory: the most powerful Magus World, the World of Gods, Dreamscape, the Icy World, the Shadow World and a few others.

"It's no wonder that those ancient Magi didn't giving up on invading the World of Gods and that resulted in a tragedy. With the only origin force comparable to the Magus World for existences of laws, this is a deadly poison…" Having signed the agreement, he was now one of them. They might not have told him everything, but they still imparted a lot of general knowledge to Leylin.

Amongst this was the realm after rank 7 and paths to power. With his comprehension of laws and the simulations and analysis of the A.I. Chip, Leylin could confirm the truth of this information.

"Rank 6 to rank 7 is the refining of laws and the beginning of a qualitative change, as well as an evolution!" Leylin thought back to the information he had obtained.

"Rank 6 Magi have solidified souls and have already reached the limits of their paths, the peak. The only thing they can break through in is laws!"

"After completely grasping the power of laws, a Magus will enter the realm of rank 7, and there will be a qualitative change in all aspects. In primordial times, these existences are worshipped like gods or totems."

"The path of rank 7 is completely grasping a certain law. Rank 8 involves grasping multiple laws and finding one's own path, using a medium to smelt all of them together into one's own…" Leylin immediately thought of the Snake Dowager.

"The Snake Dowager, for instance, definitely grasps more than one law, and the medium she used to smelt them should be the power of shadows, which is the origin of the Shadow World!" With shadeforce as the carrier, completely smelting the power of laws would probably allow the Snake Dowager to rise to peak rank 8 and even begin to look into the realm of rank 9! Hence, she had a huge desire to completely control the Shadow World and did not even mind causing a war to seize it. That was understandable.

Of course, to Leylin's knowledge, her efforts had come to naught in disgrace, and had even forced her to run with her tail between her legs, bringing her whole community and hiding in the Purgatory World.

In the ancient Magus World, there were many who had smelted numerous laws and found their own paths! Leylin was even beginning to think that the Mother Core had been one of those existences.

And they could sense that the way to break through to rank 9 lay in the World of Gods!

"Based on the thoughts of these existences, seizing the gods' laws and origin force of their world, as well as the origin force of the Magus World, and fusing the two powers would be enough for them to break through the threshold into rank 9, reaching eternity!"

Leylin's eyes showed his admiration and fear, "What crazy logic! This…"

Lunatics were not scary, but powerful lunatics were enough to destroy the world. Whatever happened next turned into the ancient Final War.

Neither the Magus World nor the World of Gods received benefits, and both suffered devastating defeats. Many existences of laws died, resulting in the fall of both sides, only able to struggle on at death's door now.

"In order to seize a world's origin force, it's necessary to eliminate the other side's existences of laws, which refers to the gods, and then destroy the World Will…" Just the thought of it gave him chills.

Secrets of the Gods

"Lunatics! They're all lunatics!" Leylin was fearful, "Such insane methods definitely resulted in a frantic counter-attack from the entire World of Gods, which finally developed into a hatred between the two that could not be resolved… Perhaps even the World Will of the Magus World would not agree to this…"

Those crazed rank 8s must have fought to their limits and fallen in the ancient Final War. Of course, there was a possibility of them surviving, hiding in the darkness and silently licking their wounds, perhaps even waiting for the next opportunity to fight again.

After all, once one reached rank 7, their life force and adaptability would be boosted to an incredible degree.

Things like creating tens of thousands of clones, rebirth using a droplet of blood was no issue for these beings who had reached the limits of power.

"Perhaps… Out of all the existences I've seen, there might be some people who are still ambitious and wish to invade it…"

Leylin stroked his chin, his lips quirking in a smile, "but I like it!"

"The advancement after reaching rank 7 is much too slow. It can't be compared to the speed of plundering to achieve more power."

The Mother Core had even told Leylin an important piece of information that had to do with the gods of the World of Gods.

Though they were also rank 7 Magi who had comprehended rules, their paths differed from Magi like these, with theirs being called the path of faith!

By gathering the emotions and even dissipated soul force from intellectual lifeforms, they would then be fused with their own laws and then burn with divine flames, thus beginning to tread down the path of a god.

As each world was different, their strength systems differed. Some worlds did not even have this, this was something that Leylin had a deep understanding of already.

Though the path of faith was similar to the path of offerings, it was essentially different.

Of course, Leylin didn't focus on this, but on another piece of important information that Mother Core had divulged. The power of laws that the gods possessed were easily seized by Magi!

During the ancient war, many Magi had killed gods and seized the power of laws, thus advancing quickly!

On top of that, there were rumours that the gods could do the same, but had to pay a huge price.

"Power to seize laws?"

Leylin chuckled. He'd known this long ago and even put this into practice!

Yes. The Sovereign King of Gluttony, Beelzebub, was a god from the World of Gods!

Of course, it was more suitable to call him a demon. Anyway, there seemed to be camps split up into good and evil, and the beings that maintained order were called gods, while the opposite were called demons, devils or the like.

No matter how the names changed, it was undeniable that they possessed immense strength that other intellectual life forms could only worship them in fear.

"As existences who have both grasped laws, it's impossible for me to seize Ignox's laws. Perhaps I'd gain that ability once I reach rank 8, but I'd have to pay a huge price and put in much effort, and that's even after I completely grasp the law of Devour. But Beelzebub's different. In my previous advancement, the process seemed much too easy even with the aid of the Purgatory World Will and my previous plans…"

He came from the World of Gods, and the fact that his power of laws was so easily seized was one of the reasons why Leylin had targeted him.

If not, Leylin could focus on just the Snake Dowager, but striping her of her laws would be an impossible task. It would undoubtedly have give rise to enormous variables that could have affected his previous advancement.

"Based on what Mother Core said, the existences of laws in the World of Gods have a certain characteristic. Their strength comes from the combination of a theocracy, divine fire and the power of faith. If a correct method is found, it's much easier to seize the power of laws from them as compared to other worlds. This is the reason why many Magi of the ancient Magus World agreed to declare war on them. Powerful beings could then seize the World of Gods' origin source, while the other existences of laws would hunt down gods and obtain all sorts of laws, thus advancing quickly…"

"Of course, there were other variables."

Leylin pondered over this. If things were just that simple, the World of Gods would have been destroyed long ago.

"These gods might typically be weaker when battling outside the crystal walls, but if they fought on the land of the World of Gods, they would gain huge boosts and even surpass the strength of similarly ranked Magi!"

"Perhaps, from the demi-plane domains that they create, these boosts might reach an unimaginable realm that would allow them to fight those above their rank…"

The allied forces of the Magus World were not just limited to the Magus World. It was an era where the ancient Magi were at their most brilliant and splendid. From the worlds they had conquered, a surge of powerful Magi arrived and joined the war.

The final results, however, was that the World of Gods had been able to resist against the many powerful worlds. The fight had ended with both sides defeated and grievously wounded.

Such a terrifying result caused many Magi to turn pale after hearing about the gods.

"It is the strength system of the most powerful world after all. The path of faith definitely has its merits!"

Leylin's eyes glinted.

The more powerful a god was, the more terrifying the path of faith was, which only served to increase his curiosity.

"Perhaps the ancient existences did not get it wrong. Only by fusing gods and Magi can one achieve strength that surpasses eternity…"

Leylin's eyes burned with fervour within, "Ancient existences, I shall take over your unfinished work!"

In order to transcend the material world and achieve eternity, Leylin did not mind conquering the World of Gods.

All obstacles that were in his way would be crushed without hesitation!

"Also… when it comes to conquering the World of Gods, I have an incomparable advantage!"

Leylin's mouth quirked in a smile, rays that were like the stars flickering into existence in his hands.

This was the coordinates of a world, giving off a unique aura and held within the feeling of a great history.

"The coordinates of the World of Gods exists in Beelzebub's memories! That saves me the effort of exchanging for it from other existences of laws…"

Leylin preferred hiding his motives. While those who had participated in the ancient Final War definitely knew the location of the World of Gods, Leylin did not wish to trade for it from them.

Announcing his plans to the public was not a wise choice.

Furthermore, from the failure of the Magus World the last time, it was evident that breaking in forcefully would not work. A more covert method must be used instead.

"The coordinates is merely the entrance. There's still a huge issue to truly enter the World of Gods…"

Leylin couldn't help but recall the introduction to the World of Gods.

Compared to other large worlds, the structure of the World of Gods was extremely unique. On the material dimension, there were many other dimensions that were as packed as a beehive.

Outside the many dimensions was a crystal wall layer that was so sturdy that it was terrifying. Leylin was used to calling it the barrier of the world.

This crystal wall had once prevented existences of other worlds from peeping in.

After the ancient war, the World of Gods had even consciously reinforced the crystal wall, the resulting isolating power making it such that even if the ancient Magi were to reappear, they would still be unable to penetrate it.

Of course, once the crystal wall was attacked, there would be a backlash and hostility from the World of Gods.

Leylin did not think that it would be difficult for those remaining or newly advanced gods to take care of him. No matter how powerful he might be, he was still incomparable to those gods who had survived the ancient war.

Of course, this referred to his current situation. Things might change in the future.

"In short, the coordinates of the World of Gods is not an issue. The problem is how to break through the defensive crystal wall… And when it comes to this, I have a great teacher!"

Leylin chuckled.

A way to cleverly break through the crystal wall must be something the other existences of laws were working on fervently. However, until now, nothing had borne fruit or else the ancient war would have erupted once again.

The crystal wall was like a city under siege. People might want to enter from the outside, while the people within wanted to leave.

Evidently, the Sovereign King of Gluttony, Mister Beelzebub, had succeeded.

He had obviously grasped the loopholes of the crystal wall and bypassed the power of isolation, arriving outside. He'd gone through a series of activities, including some investments and disseminating faith.

He had been in hiding and, while he had been extinguished a few times while entering other worlds, no Magi had realised his true identity and only took him for an existence from another world.

However, no matter how carefully Beelzebub had hidden his identity, Leylin had him on the palm of his hand and turned his plans into a tragedy.

Not only did he turn into a stepping stone for Leylin to advance, most of the power of his laws had been seized, causing his main body to be either grievously wounded or in a deep sleep. Even the way in and out of the World of Gods was now known by Leylin, becoming an accomplice to his own fall. Evidently, if Leylin could successfully enter the World of Gods, the first thing he would do was kill Beelzebub and seize all his strength, allowing himself to completely enter the realm of rank 7.

"Next up is to perform many astral experiments. While solidifying my strength, I'll find ways to get behind the crystal wall…"

Leylin had clear plans on what he wanted to do in the future.

What Beelzebub possessed was the way out from inside, and because he was a native of the World of Gods, it was easier for him than it would be for Leylin.

What Leylin needed to do now was to do more in-depth research on the path Beelzebub had used, until he was able to completely assume a false identity and enter that world.

Year 0

Time passed in the blink of an eye. The world continued to turn and change. For someone like Leylin, he often would not feel the passing of time once he wholeheartedly devoted his heart and soul to something. While he was at work, hundreds of years could slip by stealthily.

Of course, to beings of laws who had life spans that were easily ten thousands of years long, such a tiny amount of time was perhaps considered just a nap. But to average humans, this meant more than ten generations of cycles of life and death.

This was a relatively long period of time even for Magi. A few low-ranking Magi perhaps didn't even possess such a long life expectancy. Only the almighty high-ranking beings would pay no attention to the passing of time like that.

For the average Magus in the south coast or even the subterranean world, the news of the outside world that left the deepest impression on them in this long period of time, was probably the sudden rise of the Ouroboros Clan to power.

The present-day Ouroboros Clan had long broken away from the embarrassing phase of having only two or three small fry. Instead, it had grown to become an influential power that spanned across the entire Magus World. Its formidable influence even extended to the subterranean world.

The Farlier family that led the Ouroboros Clan was even acclaimed as the "first bloodline family"!

The powerful bloodline that had been passed down generations overshadowed every other Warlock family in the central continent. Their extraordinary military capabilities were quickly revealed.

Among Leylin's direct descendants, this sort of prowess was made even more obvious. Even the bloodline energy of collateral relatives with many generations between them was enough to make other Kemoyin families benefit greatly.

Freya's and Maggie's families were evidently the ones receiving such benefits. They followed the Farlier family closely, taking up the role of their subordinates. They had also greatly purified their own bloodlines through marriages and other methods, increasing their proportion of high-ranking Warlocks higher and higher until they seemed to emerge like an endless stream.

This new generation of Warlocks possessed extraordinary bloodline energy, and zealously believed in Leylin as their bloodline originator. They became the foundation of the Ouroboros Clan's rule.

Leylin, who was gradually seen as a divine being, had already become a part of the legends. He did not appear in public for decades at a time, and was surrounded by an air of mystery.

Syre and the other Warlocks, the sons of his second generation, slowly took control over the authority in the Ouroboros Clan.

A team of Warlocks clothed with garments with the Ouroboros motif was travelling through the subterranean world unhurriedly.

Behind them were many captives and supplies that had obviously been plundered.

"Chief Lucca! The headcount has been checked. Nothing has been left behind. I can confirm that their clan has been completely destroyed!" An average-looking blond Warlock reported, with a worshipful look in his eyes.

"Very well! Imprison them in chains. Prepare to sell them as highly-ranked slaves!" Lucca said without the slightest hint of hesitation. The Warlocks under him received his order as per normal, and carried everything out methodically, as though they were already very accustomed to all this.

"The subterranean world! Such a gloomy sky is rather hard to get used to indeed. Perhaps after this mission has been accomplished, I should apply to rest on the surface for some time…"

Lucca gazed at the dark rocky sky, and couldn't help but to sigh to himself.

As an elder of the Ouroboros Clan, he was already more than 500 years old, and had experienced all the major events from the initial attack to the glory that followed. His youthful appearance was already unable to conceal the continuous exhaustion of his body.

"Indeed… Recalling all of this, it truly seems as though I am in a dream."

Lucca couldn't help but murmur as he glanced at the numerous captives and the troop that was moving forth once again.

Everything all began from when the lord had entered the Ouroboros Clan. It was as though he was born to be a strong contender. The speed at which he was promoted was so fast that it practically exceeded the limits of Lucca's imagination.

"These damn lowly beings. How dare they disobey the Ouroboros Clan's orders! They are simply digging their own grave! Of course, it's only with Chief Lucca that we could have easily destroyed them!"

The blonde team member came to his side and said, trying to curry favor with him.

"Me?! Haha… In the past, perhaps I was still worth noticing with the strength of a rank 3 Warlock, but now… Don't make fun of your Uncle Lucca!"

Lucca gazed at this Warlock as a doting look flashed across his eyes.

"In comparison to the true bloodline nobilities, the blood serpent clans and the Maggie family, my tiny achievements don't count for anything, much less when compared to the Farlier family. After all, they directly inherited the lord's bloodline."

Lucca's voice became extremely respectful. A look of admiration also spread across the young Warlock's face.

"A rank 6 bloodline! He didn't even need to work especially hard to enter the realm of Morning Star, and even Radiant Moon …"

The young man's face was full of envy and self-disappointment, "If only I could also…"

"Lukard! Stop those unrealistic fantasies of yours! Lord Leylin didn't have an outstanding bloodline in his early days, yet he made it to his current level all the same."

Lucca's tone turned rather stern, "Now, what you need to do is to look after the order!"

"Yes Chief!" Seeing how Lucca spoke so harshly and with a serious expression, the young Warlock immediately saluted him and ran to the back of the troop.

"This chap is really…"

Lucca shook his head, with a helpless expression in his eyes.

The rise of the Farlier family and the families of their subordinates was definitely a huge blow to the original bloodline nobilities.

Of course, under the crushing suppression of absolute strength, these bloodline nobilities didn't even dare to let out a fart. They accepted the Farlier's family unconditional authority with complete sincerity.

Something else that had risen into popularity at the same time was the abnormal worshipping of the 'Emperor bloodline'. Of course, having such a mentality was perfectly normal to Warlocks.

It was a pity that the Farlier family's control over their bloodlines had always been very strict. There were few cases of the bloodline outflowing to other families.

To date, only a scarce number of the original bloodline nobilities managed to obtain that special privilege.

A great many of the older nobilities had already predicted that the rising Emperor bloodline would shuffle the cards on the table. They were willing to pay any price in order to obtain the new and powerful bloodline.

Of course, they didn't entirely dare to actually plot to seize the bloodline. Currying favour with the Farlier family and even the other subordinate families at all costs was their fundamental policy.

At the same time, anyone who tried to illegally covet for the Farlier family's bloodline was bound to face a bloody death in their hands..

"Sigh… Although Lukard's bloodline is considered rich, it's nothing compared to the Emperor bloodline. Besides, with our family's status, having the bloodline spread to us would only happen far away in the indefinite future…"

The slight thought of those noble descendents who followed like flies behind the ladies of the Farlier family all day long made Lucca's scalp prickle with pins and needles.

He hadn't had the heart to tell his junior this cruel reality, afraid that he would become discouraged.

"Sigh… Hopefully Lady Luck will smile upon that silly boy, and let him be favoured by one of the young ladies of the Farlier family. Even if he's marrying into her family, it's still acceptable…"

Lucca couldn't help but begin to let his imagination run wild. He then laughed involunarily.

"Forget it, I think it would be more realistic to think about my earnings that the captures this round will bring me…"

Those in power in the Farlier family certainly were informed about this contradictory situation. However, the proliferation of a bloodline was originally a highly serious matter, and it would take time.

Thus, the only thing they could do now was to constantly develop new ways to gain benefits and challenge that contradiction.

Although deep in his heart, Lucca was not satisfied with his family not obtaining the new bloodline, he was clearly attracted to the profits he was about to gain.

Once it was confirmed that his profits from this round was enough for him to accumulate a certain value of contribution points, he would be able to even exchange them for precious materials for his dash towards the crystal phase. Lucca's face was wreathed in smiles.

"This is the advantage of having control over the transaction channel! Who would have thought that I, Lucca, would actually have the opportunity to advance to rank 3 crystal phase…"

The profits that the Ouroboros Clan gained from the bilateral trade were considerably high. The result of this was the plentiful resources for training and cultivation. This alleviated the contradiction to a certain extent.

"Take note, we're about to reach the City of Alabaster!"

Lucca's voice made the entire troop turn restless. Even he himself couldn't help but look forward to it.

The channel of the City of Alabaster was of great importance, and was practically the lifeline of the entire trade industry. Thus, the level of security was at its highest, and it was also the most bustling part of the city.

Although the exchanges between the subterranean world and at the surface had penetrated their society, both parties have never found a channel more convenient and faster than this one. Therefore, it further highlighted the importance of the location of the City of Alabaster.

While the astral gate could resolve the problem of only being able to transport important supplies and people within a smaller distance range, it would definitely suffer losses if huge amounts of trading content was involved.

Until now, the entire subterranean world had already came to a common understanding: whoever seized control of the City of Alabaster would reap enormous profits.

Under the temptation of such great benefits, perhaps the other underground powers who originally conducted the trading processes and were infringed on had never given up on lusting after the City of Alabaster.

Although they absolutely did not dare to launch a direct attack, they carried out many other little tricks.

The City of Alabaster loathed such powers who were like rats in the dark gutters. The moment they were discovered, they were sentenced to the firmest form of repression and annihilation.

But as long as the Ouroboros Clan continued to exploit the subterranean world, one would imagine that such resistance would not be lacking.

This time, Lucca was precisely acting under orders to eliminate one of the smaller powers by force.

Those superior overlords and the profiteers were not in the least bit afraid of these insignificant little pests. Their stance was unusually unanimous, which was a resolute decision to destroy them!

In the face of such overwhelming strength, no matter how determined and solemn the defending party was, their final outcome was death.

Lucca glanced at the line of captives behind him, the corners of his mouth twisting into a look of utter disdain.

Ouroboros

The fight for profits and the crushing repression that came with it was bloody and merciless. Lucca didn't seem to sympathize with these captives even in the slightest bit.

Perhaps those Warlocks of the new generation would have their doubts. However, having experienced the turmoil in the central continent, the hostility of the Magus World and the glory afterwards, Lucca definitely wouldn't entertain such a mentality.

"When we've arrived at the City of Alabaster and delivered our task, everyone can have a good rest!" Lucca yelled loudly, leading to his men joyously echoing his words. It was interjected by cries of fear from the captives. This scene was rather amusing.

"Also, everyone knows the rules, right? You don't need me to say anything."

Lucca then shot a fierce look across the people behind him. There was an exceptionally distinct hint of warning in his eyes.

The other Warlocks instantly turned sluggish. Lukard, on the other hand, forced a smile, "Please rest assured! Everyone absolutely will not show disrespect to the three madams of the City of Alabaster…"

"Very well!" Lucca was clear of the situation at hand. Although he knew that many of the Warlocks were reluctant to comply, his facial expression turned gentle.

While the City of Alabaster was under the control of Lord Leylin's subordinates, it was obvious that freedom was maintained to a certain extent. Not only was there no mutual interference between the Ouroboros Clan and the the City of Alabaster, Lord Leylin also had his own staff that only took orders from the Lord himself. They had a firm control over the other end of the bilateral trade.

If not for the newly formed organization which didn't have much manpower, Lucca and the rest wouldn't be doing such missions like exterminating people.

Even so, before entering the subterranean world, these Warlocks had been ordered repeatedly that it was necessary for them to comply to the commands from the City of Alabaster. They were not allowed to violate them.

As for the fellows who daringly attempted to go against these instructions, their bones had already been turned to ashes. Only their soul was left behind in the Endless Prison in the City of Alabaster, full of remorse…

Of course, there seemed to be some secret rumor going around that this situation had an some unclear connection to Lord Leylin and those three madams.

Although he was already quite convinced of it deep in his heart, it was evident that Lucca would not publicly announce it even till his death.

The vast cityscape of the City of Alabaster gradually started to appear ahead of the troop. The everlasting radiance at the top of the structures was exceptionally gorgeous and dazzling, and had an extremely special feel to it.

"Rumor has it that the City of Alabaster was established in an instant when the Lord fully put his powerful Magus abilities to use. It received blessings from the Lord himself, and now has an everlasting quality."

As he watched streams of people enter, as well as the envious and stunned expression on the face of the young lads in the troop, Lucca felt a sense of pride that couldn't be put into words.

"No matter how many times I've seen it, it's really so hard to believe!"

Lukard came to Lucca's side, his eyes filled with admiration. The ability to move mountains and suppress the seas was something that he could only look up to. Just touching the boundary of that sort of strength in his remaining years was hardly even possible.

"The city of underground commerce: Alabaster!" Lucca's voice had a rare hint of agitation in it. "When we've delivered our task, we'll be able to go home!"

"Go home! Go home!" The many youngsters cheered together.

"Bah!" At this moment, the sound of a frivolous spit could be heard amongst the cheers, and was exceptionally ear-piercing.

"Hm?!" Lucca glanced over to see where the sound came from. It was from a young Magus with a distinct aura of someone highborn. Only noble Magi or had such a special feel to them.

"I remember you! You're the first wife's son of the family we destroyed this time. You're rumoured to possess a noble bloodline, and you're the most highly-ranked slave here!"

"You bunch of damned invaders! The mighty underground Magus Alliance will not let you off!" Although there were wounds on the young Magus' face, and his body was bound by forbidden magic chains, he still raised his head stubbornly.

"The underground Magus Alliance? That disordered resistance organization?" Lucca felt like laughing, "I'm sorry, your wishes won't come true…"

"Everything is witnessed by the almighty Mother of the Abyss," The youngster was evidently very resolute. The look on his face made Lucca furrow his brows.

This sort of firm resolution was not because he was rooted to his beliefs, but stemmed from a confidence in some kind of trump card.

"Then… Can you tell me what makes you so confident in that?" Lucca asked inquisitively.

In such a circumstance, he was simply unable to see any possibility in the tables turning.

This fellow was about to sold as a slave, and would just be adopted as a boy toy at best by some highly-ranked Magus who took a fancy to his appearance and bloodline. However, Lucca didn't mind chatting with him for a while more.

"You'll see!"

The young man shot a fierce look at Lucca before looking away.

"You damned swine. Who do you think you are now? What position are you in to actually try to rebel against the reign of the Ouroboros Clan?!" Lukard shouted harshly, itching to lash him with the whip in his hand.

"Forget it, Lukard." Lucca grabbed Lukard's hand, and his voice turned gentle, which was a rare sight. He felt that he was still capable of showing mercy and compassion when dealing with this loser.

"Hmph! When we arrive at the slave market, I'll be sure to 'take good care' of you. You can spend the rest of your life rolling around in mud and becoming a lowly experimental subject and filthy animal…" Lukard gave the slave a menacing scare, making his face turn rather pale. His fist was clenched so tightly that his finger joints had turned white, yet he did not lower his head and continued to hold it high.

"This is the capital of commerce: the City of Alabaster! Remember to show your identification credentials and observe order, or you'll meet with expulsion or even be arrested!"

A few of the Magi from the City of Alabaster were on patrol around the city gate. They shouted this with the help of sound amplification spells, allowing their voices to travel far.

The many merchants and Magi roaming about seemed to be very familiar with this. They lined themselves up in a composed manner, and everything appeared neat and orderly.

"Ahem! I have some contribution points from exterminating the enemy powers, as well as these highly-ranked slaves. How much are these worth altogether?"

At this point, even the other Warlocks in the team couldn't help but beam with joy after calculating their profits.

However, strange distortions suddenly appeared in the sky in the distance. An enormous black stormcloud suddenly moved quickly across, and it had many strange skeleton runes at its centre.

"Let go of Vick!"

The angry bellow of an aged person could be clearly heard from the dark clouds, causing the area around the city gate to become chaotic. Lucca's legs also started to turn wobbly, even though his strength was at rank 3.

"This… This feeling… Rank 5 ! No! A being that's rank 6 or above! Wasn't he just from a small family? Why would they be involved with this power?"

At this moment, the young slave had gotten a pleasant surprise, and was full of smiles.

" Lord of the subsidiary clan! I'm here!" A crimson radiance emerged from the young man's body, which was evidently some sort of indication of his location.

"A subsidiary clan? Is this a conspiracy? Or a coincidence?" Lucca's thoughts were a mess.

King Arthur certainly wasn't the only Breaking Dawn contender in the first layer of the subterranean world. However, the majority of the other monsters lived in seclusion, and spent their days cooped up in their laboratories. The City of Alabaster obviously wouldn't offend them just for such insignificant benefits. Thus, both sides appeared to show restraint.

But now, a monster was clearly being dragged into the situation.

"How daring of you! You actually had the nerve to attack my affiliated clan!" Anger could clearly be felt radiating from within the black cloud.

The overbearing pressure of a solidified truesoul made all the Magi and Warlocks crouch on the ground. Only the slaves were left standing, their faces glowing with happiness.

"Haha… Haha… You lowly bloodline bastards. How dare you offend the noble young master, Vick! I will execute every single one of you! No! Before execution, I'll let you enjoy all the torturous punishments the subterranean world has to offer!" The young man laughed maniacally.

"We're done for! Unless Lord Leylin or King Arthur happens to be here, even the chief of the Lyas family cannot match up to a rank 6 being…"

Lucca's pupils shone with desperation as he watched the white arm bone reach out from the dark cloud.

"We cannot tolerate anyone violating the interests of our bloodline Warlocks!"

At this very moment, a booming voice suddenly sounded from within the City of Alabaster.

The voice was accompanied by a wave of terrifying bloodline strength. A scarlet radiance washed across the entire sky, as though it was inexhaustible and everlasting, pushing the dark cloud to a side.

"What bloodline is this? It definitely isn't the Giant Kemoyin Serpent!" A furious voice boomed from within the cloud, and there was even a hint of fear in it.

"It is I, Ouroboros! The limitless and everlasting snake: Ouroboros!" Lucca then saw the frighteningly enormous phantom of a giant snake burst out from the heart of the City of Alabaster, with a body that seemed to extend across the entire horizon.

Whether it was the gigantic body of the snake or the bizarre scales on it, it had a completely different appearance from a Giant Kemoyin Serpent. Yet, it made Lucca feel like bowing in worship.

"Is this… Is this the legendary Emperor bloodline?"

Even as a veteran Warlock of the Ouroboros Clan, it was his first time witnessing the Emperor bloodline explode firsthand.

But the familiar feeling from the bloodline and the orders originating from within his genes made Lucca bow down right away, his eyes involuntarily brimming with tears.

Having inherited Leylin's bloodline directly, the Emperor bloodline was also conferred the ability to grant these Kemoyin descendants life or death.

It was only now, after coming face to face with the might of the Emperor bloodline, did Lucca thoroughly understand the actions of the other bloodline clans.

Such an astounding bloodline was indeed worth sacrificing everything for.