Imdiately, two humanoid statues erged from the massive gate.
Each was gargantuan, their bodies carved from dark tallic stone and covered in ancient runic patterns. They wielded enormous weapons forged from unknown materials, and the energy radiating from them was overwhelming.
"-Intruder detected-"
"-Destroy-"
The automatons' voices echoed through the underground chamber as the runes across the walls ignited. Instantly, a terrifying gravitational domain descended upon Cain.
The pressure was imnse.
The gravity locked space itself, suppressing movent and draining strength.
Not even a heartbeat later, the automatons moved.
They burst forward with explosive speed, their massive weapons descending like teors, each strike powerful enough to shatter mountains and annihilate a Mid-Level Alpha-Oga Overgod.
Under the crushing gravity and the overwhelming killing force, any ordinary opponent would have been filled with fear.
Cain, however, only smiled.
With a single thought, he summoned the Eternum Fla.
White fire erupted from his body, spreading outward in a silent explosion that flooded the entire chamber.
The weapons that were falling toward him froze mid-descent the mont the flas touched them.
Then the fire spread further.
The automatons themselves were engulfed, their massive forms locking in place as the Quietus Force froze the flow of energy within their cores. At the sa ti, the runic formations embedded throughout the chamber flickered and dimd.
The gravitational domain vanished.
Its power had not been destroyed.
It had simply stopped.
Ti itself no longer flowed through it.
As everything around him froze without him taking even a single step,
a satisfied smile appeared on Cain's face.
His Ancestor Power was truly extraordinary.
Calmly, he walked forward.
The air itself was motionless, suspended in absolute stillness. Even dust particles hung frozen around him like stars trapped in glass.
When he reached the massive gate, Cain placed his hand upon it and pushed.
Normally, the entrance to the Sacred Vault was protected by
countless seals and layered runic locks. However, the Eternum Fla had already neutralized every chanism. With their energy frozen, the defenses were nothing more than lifeless symbols.
The colossal doors opened.
The mont Cain stepped inside, a wide smile filled with thrill and anticipation appeared on his face.
The Sacred Vault of the Aztorus Kingdom was filled with unimaginable wealth.
Countless weapons and armor were arranged in ordered formations, each radiating powerful Ons. There were high-level cultivation treasures, rare materials, bloodline enhancent resources, and ancient relics gathered over countless eras.
Yet none of those drew Cain's attention.
His gaze was fixed on the far end of the vault.
There stood a massive library.
As he approached, the excitent in his heart grew stronger.
The shelves were filled with books crafted from unique materials- tallic pages, crystal tablets, living parchnt, and mory stones. Within them were recorded techniques, inheritance paths, and cultivation thods collected by the Aztorus Royal Family.
The first thing Cain searched for was a body refinent technique focused on speed-one superior to the thod he had obtained from Mirena.
It took ti.
But eventually, he found it.
The book bore a single na:
Savitar.
Even the title carried a powerful essence. The mont Cain sent his consciousness into it, the thrill in his soul intensified.
The Savitar Technique could push his speed-already comparable to a Late Alpha-Oga Overgod-to a level approaching the absolute limit of the Third Realm.
This was far beyond anything he had previously obtained.
Even his Empyrean Natural Inheritance did not reach this tier.
"According to this," Cain thought, "my speed will reach a level where even Late Alpha-Oga Overgods won't be able to follow my
movents with their eyes."
Satisfied, he stored the technique and moved on.
Next, he searched for cultivation thods.
For a Royal Blutlinie, the path of cultivation was simple in theory:
enhance the power and purity of the Ancestor Drop.
However, the thods to achieve that were diverse. The two primary
approaches were:
Devouring other Blutlinie
Mastering powerful Ons
Cain intended to pursue both.
Although Ons were extrely difficult to dominate, his connection
to The Flow and the Power of Chaos gave him a trendous advantage. He could resonate with the cosmic forces of Paradise far more easily than ordinary beings.
While he had inherited control over the Ons of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, they did not align with his future path.
He needed an On that would work in perfect harmony with Null Eternum.
Fortunately, the core On of the Aztorus Kingdom was exactly what
he wanted.
The On of Ti.
It did not take long for Cain to find the technique he needed.
In fact, it was not one book, but three.
Chronos Soul.
As Cain sent his consciousness into the inheritance, his eyes lit up.
The technique was remarkable.
It taught how to comprehend the On of Ti by dividing it into
three aspects:
Past
Present
Future
Once the foundational understanding was achieved, the On could
be transford into a taphysical fla that would reside within
the soul.
By feeding it the souls of other Blutlinie, the Ti On would grow stronger and stronger.
Cain could not help but smile.
"This world truly embodies survival of the fittest. Even its highest
techniques require you to consu others to grow stronger."
But he felt no discomfort.
From the very beginning of his cultivation journey, he had walked the
path of consumption.
After confirming that there were no better inheritances within the vault, Cain waved his hand.
Every treasure disappeared into his storage space. Weapons, armor, materials, techniques-everything. The Sacred Vault was left completely empty. "There's no reason to leave anything behind," he thought coldly.
"Besides, there won't be anyone left to reclaim it."
A chilling light flashed through his eyes.
The next mont, Cain left the vault and reappeared high above the
capital. The massive city stretched beneath him, filled with billions of Blutlinie who continued their brutal lives, unaware of the disaster about to fall upon them.
Cain raised his right hand.
Above his palm, the Eternum Fla began to gather.
More and more white fire condensed, growing larger and denser as it
absorbed power. Soon, it ford a massive sphere that hung above the city like a second moon.
Its silent radiance illuminated the entire capital.
Below, countless Blutlinie looked up.
Their instincts scread.
Danger. Death.
Extinction.
But before any of them could react-
Cain lowered his hand. The moon of white fla descended.
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