Chapter 165: Metamorphosis

As Adis touched the ancient and deep tree, miraculous changes began to unfold.

A faint light of divinity began to illuminate, carrying a trace of divine might.

This was a part of Adis's true essence, which now began to manifest as the Tree of Nature was stimulated.

Amidst the shimmering glow, the massive amount of divine power accumulated over this period emerged, pouring directly into Adis's physical body.

Adis's body began to emit light, merging entirely with the ancient tree as they resonated continuously.

As this resonance took place, the auras of the two synchronized, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

The power of bloodline surged upward, and upon a certain seed of bloodline, a phantom of bloodline appeared, dancing gracefully within it.

This was a manifestation of an extremely powerful bloodline. When bloodline secret arts were cultivated to a profound degree, the deepest bloodline of a living being would begin to undergo a transformation, evolving into an even stronger bloodline power.

A bloodline seed was, in essence, a seed that unlocked the shackles of the bloodline. Regardless of what kind of bloodline one possessed in the past, as long as the bloodline seed was condensed, a gradual transformation would occur. Once the phantom atop the bloodline seed coalesced into shape, it would signify the maturity of the bloodline, elevating it to another height.

If Adis could perfect this bloodline scripture and use it to ascend to the sixth tier, he could even forge an extraordinary race comparable to mighty life forms such as dragons, capable of passing down their heritage across the multiverse.

At this moment, external divine power gradually condensed, shifting from illusory light into liquid divine power that slowly poured into the depths of the bloodline.

Feeling this process, Adis felt neither sorrow nor joy in his heart. He simply circulated the bloodline scripture within him, while a bloodline seed flashing with crimson light slowly underwent a transition. The bloodline phantom within it roared frantically, growing ever stronger.

Roar! ! !

A deep roar echoed, representing the shattering of certain shackles.

A tall phantom abruptly materialized behind Adis, roaring as it absorbed all the divine power.

Outside, wisps of light began to intertwine continuously, gradually covering Adis's physical form.

The sound of a heartbeat began to echo, and then complete silence fell. Yet, a formidable vitality continued to radiate, expanding at a shocking rate as if incubating a god or a demon.

"Is this... the blessing of the divine tree?"

In the distance, Elder Etada wore a look of shock, gazing at Adis wrapped in the radiance of the ancient tree, and could not help but exclaim in wonder.

***

On the other side, Alan stared blankly at Adis. As the life reactions across from him grew increasingly powerful, his own body began to grow warm, and an inexplicable sensation rose within his heart.

This was the awakening of the ancient dragon bloodline. Sensing the bloodline transformation ahead, as if perceiving a threat, it instinctively desired to awaken.

All around, the people had already knelt in crowds. Countless clansmen knelt in submission under this divine miracle, chanting praises to the great God of Nature and contributing their own strength.

Specks of pure white faith power continuously rose, guided by the ancient tree to surge toward Adis. Within it, the sound of the massive heartbeat seemed to grow even louder as a result.

This transformation continued for several months. Months later, some unexpected visitors from the outside world shattered the tranquility.

On the rugged path, a handsome youth walked forward, a smile crossing his face as he looked at the footprints along the road ahead.

"Finally, I've found you..." He raised his head, revealing a sinister smile.

"Lord Othloris, do you need me to send men over?" Behind him, a tall, powerfully built four-armed demon asked respectfully.

"No need," Othloris smiled, gazing at the path ahead. "Let us go."

With those words, he lifted his gaze, his pupils gradually suffused with a crimson hue.

In the distance, beneath the ancient tree, Alan, who had been training on the flat ground, suddenly raised his head, a flash of doubt crossing his eyes.

By now, he was five years old. Following over half a year of training under Adis, combined with his own bloodline heritage, he appeared much larger than ordinary children of his age. Moreover, with the awakening of the ancient dragon bloodline, the dragon might about him had grown increasingly profound. Standing there now, he possessed a faint majesty that dared not be underestimated.

"What is this premonition of danger about?" He frowned, turning to look in a distant direction with a hint of perplexity.

As he muttered to himself, the world's origin power above his head boiled up almost instantly, as if sensing a crisis and beginning to react with instinctive resistance.

Under his gaze, the youth-like Othloris came into view in the distance.

Instantly, Alan's pupils contracted, his gaze locking fiercely onto the four-armed demon beside the youth, filled with a strong sense of hostility.

He had been an orphan since childhood; his parents and clansmen had all perished at the hands of demons, and he himself had once been captured by them, nearly sent away as sacrificial blood-meat.

Such experiences, combined with a unique instinct akin to facing a natural predator, caused him to harbor intense hostility toward the demons.

"Oh? This tribe..." In the distance, Othloris paused, looking at the tribe before him with a flash of shock crossing his eyes.

***

Following Adis's repeated absorption and governance, this once barren region had gradually begun to flourish.

All around, vast tracts of healthy crops were growing vigorously, and clansmen moved back and forth among them, toiling diligently at farming.

This serene scene instantly shocked Othloris and the other demons, after which a wave of greed surged up within them.

"So much blood-meat..." Behind him, the four-armed demon muttered involuntarily, looking at the clansmen ahead who exuded powerful vital energy, a strong appetite gleaming in its eyes.

"Even for a king, possessing this much blood-meat would be an immense fortune."

Othloris thought with narrowed eyes, then, sensing that he was being watched, he cast his gaze toward Alan on the side.

Instantly, he emitted another trace of surprised hesitation, looking at Alan in the distance with a faint glint of astonishment in his eyes.

"This aura, and the powerful bloodline force... Who is he?"

Othloris was astonished inwardly, vaguely sensing a powerful bloodline force gradually awakening.

This was terrifying. The four-armed demons, as an extraordinary race, possessed extremely potent bloodlines. Among them, Othloris belonged to a special individual whose bloodline potential was hardly inferior even to a king's—he was truly terrifying.

Yet even with such a terrifying bloodline of his own, he felt a sense of might from the boy; this was certainly not something an ordinary bloodline could compare to.

A spark of interest appeared in his eyes as he looked at Alan standing in the distance, a thought stirring in his heart.

At that moment, a rumble resounded, waking the entire tribe. Some clansmen spotted the arrival of the demons and sounded the alarm.

"Oh my, it seems we've been discovered." Othloris sneered, appearing completely unconcerned.

His gaze remained fixed on Alan ahead as he took a step forward, slowly walking closer.

Instantly, a tremendously strong premonition of danger welled up in Alan's heart, as if he had been locked onto by some primeval ferocious beast.