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Bervant Blood had long been exhausted during the battle against Sundgoth, leaving only the essence and insights of blood. Unfortunately, with Garen's current strength, he was still unable to fully comprehend it, merely watching helplessly as this seemingly reachable cake remained just out of his grasp.
The question was, how could the old man have recognized Bervant Blood?
More importantly, the Sanctuary could only accommodate one person. So who was he? Garen was certain that just moments ago, he had been alone in the Sanctuary.
Seydon Solomon... Garen felt a flicker of familiarity with the name. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly realized.
The Bloodline Sixth Ancestor! Seidonton Solomon!
Hadn't he been dead for nearly two thousand years?!
Under the old man's calm gaze, Garen felt as if all his secrets had been laid bare; the other party seemed to see through him completely.
"It seems you are not Berfant's disciple. Although this drop of blood carries his scent, it is faint, likely extracted later... Does this mean Berfant is already dead?" Seydon Solomon's expression remained unchanged, but his voice carried a hint of melancholy.
According to the customs of the Bloodline, those who reached a certain level of power and met specific requirements would eventually go to the resting place of past Progenitors. Only by gaining the recognition of all Progenitors could one truly become a Progenitor-level figure. As the sixth-generation Progenitor, Berfant had certainly undergone this process, so it was no surprise that Seydon Solomon recognized his aura.
It was only then that Garen noticed the old man's form was translucent, composed of the light projected from the dark golden characters on the four walls. This meant that the old man could not be considered the true Seydon Solomon; rather, he was merely a shadow left behind by Seydon Solomon from years past.
Time had preserved him as he once was.
In other words, this was Seydon Solomon's lingering insight.
However, just this point is enough to provoke deep fear. Time certainly has the ability to cast shadows, and in specific environments, projecting the shadow of a person from the past onto another time node is an incredible feat. What is astonishing is that the "Time Shadow of Seydon Solomon" before me clearly possesses its own consciousness!
There are only two explanations for this. The first is that Seydon Solomon knew two thousand years ago that someone would come here in the distant future carrying Bervant Blood.
The second is that Seydon Solomon's time shadow has developed a self-aware personality.
As for which truth it is, it no longer matters. Whether it is the former or the latter, both imply that this Sixth Ancestor's power is no longer bound by time!
Even Garen, without peak Rune Power, cannot make casual judgments.
"There are many things within your body. Soul Power, Celestial Power, and two types of special Fighting Spirit? No, the composition of this power is far more complex than Fighting Spirit, making me feel quite unfamiliar." Seydon Solomon gazed at Garen, directly hitting the nail on the head.
Garen's expression gradually grew serious; after all, what the elder was saying at this moment could be considered all his secrets. Especially regarding his Fighting Spirit, which was actually transformed from Rune Power. However, the laws of two different realms cannot absolutely align, so there are still some Rune Power components that have not been successfully analyzed, stored within Garen's body. This is also the main reason he can challenge stronger opponents beyond his level.
Such things become increasingly attractive to top-tier powerhouses. Just like Merlin was irresistibly drawn to Rune Fragments, with Seydon Solomon's abilities, he would undoubtedly not overlook any clues.
Even if this Third Ancestor's shadow had no interest in it, this was still the Sanctuary of the Solomon Clan, and Garen possessed human Fighting Spirit within him—a potential point of conflict.
"Are you worried?" Seydon Solomon withdrew his gaze and slowly moved it to Garen's face. "Although your concerns are quite reasonable, I find them rather naive. Power itself does not distinguish; it merely manifests in different ways. You should know that in the realm of magic, there are fire elements, lightning elements, light, darkness, necromancy... and so on."
"The confusion among people arises because they have never encountered power. The confusion among cultivators stems from ignorance; they have never seen what essence truly is."
"When various powers reach their extremes, they actually present the same scenery. Of course, the premise is not to be deceived or dominated by power; compared to the darkness perceived by ordinary people, this is where true terror lies. Utilizing darkness and being utilized by darkness are two different paths; the former has no end while the latter leads to destruction. Thus, no one has ever reached an endpoint."
"What's the difference between climbing a flower on a cliff with bare hands and using Wind Walk to reach it? Both aim to become stronger, both strive to fulfill their ideals. What difference does the so-called Holy darkness make? You don't want to do inhumane things? Oh, naive child, no one is forcing you to lose your humanity. Those who lose themselves are merely unable to control their own power and have strayed from their path. Truly strong individuals never stop because of the method."
The voice of Seydon Solomon was like an ancient chant, causing Garen's Blood Power to surge wildly, boiling within him. He could clearly feel his strength rising.
However, deep down, Garen felt something strange. Yes, it seemed that Seydon Solomon's words were directed at him; after all, it was difficult for a righteous warrior to accept the power of the bloodline. Of course, Garen's sense of justice would never be limited to just the aspect of power, which was also the true reason he accepted the bloodline's strength.
So when he heard those words, he felt no surprise.
But the problem was that those words seemed not to be meant for Garen.
Looking up, Garen saw that Seydon Solomon had already turned away, his deep gaze fixed on another part of the Sanctuary... There stood a girl in a black trench coat—Suddenly!
It was Su Ye!
No, more accurately, it was the shadow left by Su Ye years ago, not her actual self.
Garen's expression turned peculiar; if it weren't for the striking resemblance of her face, he would never believe that this girl could be Su Ye!
The girl’s youthful face was streaked with tears, her clear eyes filled with panic and fear. The black trench coat was torn apart, and a pair of proud black wings spread out from her back, yet their edges were dripping with blood, falling onto the ground. Yes, there were over ten bloody holes in those black wings, evidently pierced by sharp objects.
If the woman in the castle represented indifference, loneliness, disdain, and darkness,
then this young Su Ye before him carried a longing for hope and care, along with confusion, helplessness, loneliness, and sorrow.
Yes, loneliness.
It was the same person, yet at two different ages, she appeared as two completely different individuals. Coincidentally, they both possessed the same kind of aura.
Was it really just a coincidence?
"But Progenitor... I don't want to become that kind of person... It wasn't supposed to be like this..." The little girl bit her lip, desperately trying not to cry out loud, but the tears kept flowing. It was clear she wanted to refuse something.
A look of relief crossed Garen's face; it turned out that Seydon Solomon's earlier words were actually directed at Su Ye.
Of course, in a true sense, those words had been spoken by Seydon Solomon to young Su Ye years ago. Due to the uniqueness of Solomon's Sanctuary, that conversation had been recorded by time. However, Su Ye clearly did not possess the same power as Seydon Solomon, so she could not see Garen.
Seydon Solomon looked at her with pity and shook his head. "If you continue like this, they will kill you. Beryl Mountain has already set its sights on you, hasn't it?"
"You should know that you are different from them."
The little girl's sobs grew louder. "Is it because of this cursed blood? I don't want... I don't want this blood..."
"But it is innate; you cannot refuse it." Seydon Solomon said gently. "If you truly despise it, why not give it to those people? They would love to have your blood."
"Then I would die..." The little girl's eyes filled with panic.
Seydon Solomon nodded and then said seriously, "But if you neither wish to die nor want to resist, you can only continue to suffer."
"Re... rebellion?" The little girl was taken aback.
"Yes, actually, you've always known how to rebel; you just didn't want to do it," Seydon Solomon shrugged, bringing the question back to square one. Indeed, what the little girl had just rejected was this very method of rebellion.
But this time, she remained silent for a long time. "I don't want to die."
Seydon Solomon did not respond immediately but gazed into Su Ye's eyes for a long while before breaking into a hearty laugh.
"That's right."
At that moment, Su Ye's eyes were filled with complex emotions: pain, struggle, determination, anger, sadness, and suffering...
"I can't die until I place Qinlan's gravestone in its eternal resting place..." Su Ye murmured, as if explaining to Seydon Solomon or perhaps reassuring herself.
Meanwhile, Garen, who had always been an observer, couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. If he hadn't come to Sanctuary, he would never have imagined that the woman could have such a hesitant past, one that seemed to be filled with deep sorrow. Although he didn't know who Beryl Mountain and Qinlan were, it was clear that they held special significance for Su Ye.
Garen was curious about what decision Su Ye would make, knowing that the price of becoming stronger was always steep.
Suddenly, a black flame erupted from Su Ye's body, enveloping her in an instant. The dark flames emitted agonizing cries that stirred something deep within.
At the same time, Garen's Blood Power surged explosively, crashing violently against the threshold of Second Rank!
In terms of vampire hierarchy, the Blood Power at Second Rank was known as Blood Dancer. However, due to the peculiar nature of vampire Bloodline, very few could break through this barrier. Of course, Garen, being in Sanctuary, was definitely an exception.
He could clearly perceive that the increase in Blood Power was not sudden, but rather occurred in tandem with the changes in Su Ye's light and shadow.
As Blood Power surged rapidly, Garen's Fighting Spirit was being swiftly diluted, transforming into fine threads that merged into the rushing blood. It was evident that if this continued, Garen's Fighting Spirit would vanish in an instant!
At least for the short term, it would be impossible to recover it!
"The world sees my kind as black bats, unaware that all vampires are merely fresh Blood Slaves."
Seydon Solomon gazed at Su Ye within the Black Flame, his eyes filled with emotion. "Only those bound by blood need to consume it to maintain their power. In the fusion of different bloodlines, willpower weakens, strength becomes muddled, and ultimately one descends into the likes of vampires."
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The dark flames gradually subsided, revealing two heavy objects that fell to the ground—Su Ye's pair of black wings. As the flames extinguished, her delicate face emerged, followed by her eyes...
Cold, disdainful, merciless.
"Only by severing the shackles and discarding the base blood of the mundane can one who honors their own Bloodline truly belong to the blood clan!" Seydon Solomon nodded with satisfaction. To be able to cut the shackles meant that Su Ye was no longer a lowly vampire but was stepping onto the path of the blood clan.
But at that moment, Seydon Solomon's gaze suddenly turned astonished.
He turned around and saw Garen, tormented by the surging Blood Power, struggling painfully with his hands on the ground, his whole body trembling slightly.
However, while confronting the Blood Dancer was certainly challenging, it should not cause such immense suffering. The state that Garen was in could only indicate one thing...
"Desiring to move towards the distance while unwilling to let go of the past." Seydon Solomon squinted his eyes.
Even he thought Garen's actions were quite foolish. Not to mention the enormous risks involved, even if he succeeded, the combination of multiple powers within him would inevitably bring about deadly consequences.
Moreover, none of the powers within Garen were ordinary.
But at that moment, Seydon Solomon's expression suddenly became strange.
"Where on earth does this power come from..."
He saw Garen teetering on the edge of losing control, a layer of crimson bubbles surging around him, with golden and emerald energies swirling on either side. The three forces appeared to coexist peacefully, yet they could collide at any moment.
What was most astonishing was that throughout this process, the two types of Fighting Spirit were almost overwhelming the Blood Power!
The crimson energy let out a reluctant roar, but gradually, it chose to yield and returned to Garen's body.
On either side, the two Fighting Spirits, resembling giant swords, formed two violent whirlwinds that surged into Garen's clenched fists with a thunderous roar.
At the moment when the three powers settled down,
Garen unleashed an unprecedentedly powerful aura!
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