A flash of light, and Leilin's figure vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he had already arrived inside the Ganges Secret Realm.
"Hmm! Let me think..."
Leilin's expression at this moment was rather peculiar. "The Dark Pole Domain, the Central Continent, the South Coast — and now I'll have to add the Underground World to the list. It seems my consorts are multiplying..."
"Could this be what they call the realm of scattering one's seed across the world, with countless illegitimate children?"
Leilin thought with some exasperation.
"However, from a Mutationology perspective, the larger the base sample, the greater the likelihood of a bloodline mutation. And the Devil White Phosphorus Serpent and Three-headed Python bloodlines that
Having adapted to local customs, Leilin had already embraced the concepts of the
"Still, compared to gathering them all together to build some grand harem, this dispersed arrangement is probably easier for them to accept..."
Leilin rubbed his chin, feeling a slight headache, then decided to stop thinking about it.
His materialized soul power spread along the omnipresent rules, allowing Leilin to instantly grasp everything within the area.
Then, his mouth opened slightly, letting out a soft sound of surprise.
"I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly!"
With a mere thought, several figures materialized in the great hall.
First was Frey, carrying an infant. She now carried the air of a mature young woman, her eyes seemingly holding nothing but Leilin.
At the back of the crowd stood two more figures: the leaders of the local black and white wizard factions, Nononov and Dark Flame. At this moment, both wore bitter smiles.
"Lei — Leilin! You're back!"
Tears glistened in Frey's eyes as she approached Leilin.
"That's right! I'm back!" Leilin smiled at her and picked up Ciri.
His child, now several years old, gazed at this familiar stranger with wide, curious eyes.
The sight instantly brought Leilin's thoughts to his eldest son still in the Dark Pole Domain — Daniel! Raised by Xiling, he must be about Ciri's age by now.
"Ever since we received your transmission and learned there was a Teleportation Array here, we immediately relocated the elite of the Ouroboros Ring to this place!"
"Mm-hm! We took the opportunity to seize full control of the secret realm. Every entrance and exit is now guarded by our Comoin Sorcerers!"
Emma smiled as she watched Leilin and Frey, explaining the reason for their arrival, a peculiar gleam in her eyes.
Behind them, Nononov and Dark Flame exchanged glances. Seeing how nonchalant everyone else seemed, their hearts filled with bitterness.
By now, they knew full well that Leilin had deceived them before — that he had even harbored thoughts of monopolizing this place entirely.
But... now that they knew, what could they possibly do?
With the strength of the Ouroboros Ring, while they might not be anything remarkable on the Central Continent, they were an absolute colossus on the South Coast. The so-called black and white wizard factions stood no chance — the Ouroboros Ring had simply swept in and taken over the entire Ganges Secret Realm.
Moreover, with Gilbert and Emma alone as Fourth-level Sorcerers, all the local wizards were forced to submit. Especially once they learned that Leilin was actually a Fifth-level Radiant Moon Sorcerer — a top-tier powerhouse across the entire Central Continent — they didn't even dare voice a single complaint, meekly surrendering all their interests.
Leilin had anticipated all of this, of course, but he was still somewhat surprised by the speed of their arrival — and that the Bloodline Alliance had been drawn in as well.
"L-Lord Leilin! That transmission earlier... was it true..."
At this moment, Gilbert bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with eager anticipation.
Beside him, Geoffrey — who had remained silent until now — clenched his fists nervously.
"So that's what this is about! You all heard my declaration when I advanced to the Sixth Level?" Leilin smiled.
"Th-That means... you've broken through the bloodline shackles and entered the Dawn realm???"
Geoffrey swallowed with difficulty, his voice hoarse as he asked.
"Yes! I have completely broken free from the bloodline shackles! And advanced to the Dawn Throne!" Leilin nodded. There was nothing to deny.
At the same time, the aura he had been suppressing released just a fraction.
"Hsss..." Like mountains howling and the earth splitting apart — a terrifying bloodline power, carrying the lustre of materialized soul energy, swept across the hall.
A golden soul phantom resembling the sun materialized in midair, and torrents of radiant flame descended.
An overwhelming pressure immediately bore down on everyone present. Only Frey and Ciri, at Leilin's side, seemed completely unaffected.
Ciri even widened his eyes and reached out with his chubby little hands, grabbing at the golden soul flames. Of course, under Leilin's control, the terrifying spiritual fire was as gentle and delicate as a spring rain, causing the boy no harm whatsoever.
"The Throne! A Bloodline Throne for the sorcerers! A Throne for our Comoin Sorcerers!"
Gilbert and Emma sank to their knees with tears streaming down their faces. From Leilin, they felt a majesty even more terrifying than that of the previous Comoin Snake Emperor.
It was a feeling as though Leilin was everything to them — the very wellspring of their bloodline.
"My earlier vision was real — you've become our new bloodline progenitor?" Frey clutched her husband's hand nervously, as though afraid he might slip away at any moment.
"Yes! From this day forward, our Comoin Sorcerers are completely free from the grip of the Mother of Ten Thousand Serpents!"
Leilin nodded and patted Ciri on the head.
"The long-cherished wish! Our Ouroboros Ring — the lifelong dream of all our Comoin Sorcerers — finally realized..." Emma was already choking with sobs.
The tears and blood shed under the crushing weight of the bloodline shackles had soaked the Ouroboros Ring to its core. Now, at last, seeing someone break the curse, the surge of elation and hope was beyond compare.
At this point, Leilin could issue the most outrageous orders imaginable, and the entire Ouroboros Ring would embrace them without hesitation.
"A Sixth-level Sorcerer! The power of a Bloodline Throne! No wonder I had absolutely no power to resist when you teleported us here before!"
Geoffrey murmured, though he had drawn the wrong conclusion entirely.
An ordinary Bloodline Throne, even one capable of easily slaying a Fifth-level Sorcerer, could never instantaneously teleport them without any resistance.
Only beings above the Rule level could accomplish such a feat. But with his limited perspective and lack of exposure to greater bloodline powers, Geoffrey naturally made this erroneous assumption — and Leilin couldn't be bothered to correct him.
After all, for people like them, whether it was a Sixth-level Bloodline Sorcerer or a Seventh-level Rule-level being, both were equally unattainable and irresistible.
"The legendary prophecy — the strongest Bloodline Throne! It's finally appeared! I just never imagined it would be you, and not Beavis!"
Geoffrey said, his expression complex.
"So you came here specifically to verify things after hearing the bloodline declaration relayed by Gilbert and the others?"
Leilin rubbed his chin, appearing perfectly composed.
In the current Central Continent, there was no longer any force that could threaten his power. Naturally, he was immovable as a mountain — not a trace of worry crossing his mind.
"Yes! At first, when we heard the declaration, we all found it incredible. If Elder Ofa hadn't used hypnosis on multiple Comoin bloodline holders and obtained the same result each time, we might have thought it was some kind of hoax you'd cooked up..."
Geoffrey's expression was deeply conflicted. The Bloodline Alliance had placed all their hopes on Beavis, paying only cursory attention to other bloodline prodigies like Leilin.
After all, in the understanding of sorcerers, the impossibility of breaking bloodline shackles had become established common knowledge — an unshakeable certainty.
Therefore, compared to sorcerers with only Fifth-level potential, it was only natural that they placed the bulk of their hopes on Beavis, who carried a Sixth-level bloodline.
But now, Leilin had not only directly advanced to a Sixth-level Bloodline Sorcerer, but had also shattered the bloodline shackles — the very curse that loomed over every sorcerer. How could Geoffrey not be stunned?
"I'm afraid that once the news spreads back, the entire Bloodline Alliance — no! The entire Central Continent — will be thrown into utter chaos. And Beavis... sigh..."
Geoffrey shook his head.
"Mm! Once I've finished handling matters on the South Coast, I'll naturally bring you back!"
Leilin nodded. "For now, I'd ask that you give our family some time. I'd like to fulfill my duties as a husband and father..."
Seeing Leilin so bluntly dismiss them, Geoffrey and the others dared not refuse. They bowed respectfully and filed out of the great hall.
As for the chaos that would erupt outside once the news spread — that was no longer Leilin's concern.
Because at this moment, Frey had already seized his hand tightly, and was sobbing uncontrollably...
Leilin gently patted the back of Frey's hand while soothinging little Ciri beside them.
By the time everything settled, night had already fallen.
"So during all that time, you not only journeyed to the Underground World, but traveled all the way to the Infernal Realm, and even met the Mother of Ten Thousand Serpents, the Eye of Judgment, and those other legendary beings?"
The Farell family sat together around a lavish dinner table, Leilin recounting fragments of his experiences — an abridged version, naturally, concealing many of his secrets. But even so, it was thrilling enough.