Cain allowed himself a small smile as he watched Martin die.
Among the Royal Blutlinie, there existed countless strange and insidious abilities. The chances that soone possessed a technique capable of identifying a killer were far from small. Cain could not afford to openly antagonize the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom-not yet. Therefore, when it ca to Martin's death, the culprit would be Almor, a warrior of the Eternal Soul Kingdom.
It was a simple lie, easy to sell.
After all, if Cain had not intervened, that was exactly what would have happened.
He calmly observed the corpse for a few seconds longer, ensuring Martin's life force had completely faded and that no karmic thread had ford between them. Only when he was certain did he move.
With a flick of his hand, he retrieved the heart from Almor's grasp. Scarlet flas surged over it as he refined the Ancestor Drop contained within. At the sa ti, he devoured every remaining trace of vitality and spirit force from Martin's corpse, stripping it down to its most fundantal essence. That stolen energy flowed through Cain's body, tempering his flesh and accelerating the forging of the second Hollow Star within his brain.
A faint smile deepened on his lips as he felt his cultivation surge forward.
Yet he did not allow himself to beco distracted.
The mont he completed his purpose with Martin, Cain placed his hand over Almor's head. His eyes glowed as he carved through the shattered remains of the Royal Blutlinie's mind, extracting every scrap of knowledge and insight that still lingered within. He took everything -mories of techniques, battle experience, strategic knowledge.
Most important of all was the information regarding the Limit Alpha Oga Overgods of the Eternal Soul Kingdom-and Shakra himself. Sooner or later, Cain would have to clash with the King of the Eternal Soul Kingdom. Understanding his enemies in advance was not caution. It was a necessity.
Cain analyzed the flood of information with cold precision. After a mont, he gave a small nod.
Then, without hesitation or rcy, he ripped out Almor's heart and began refining the Ancestor Drop within it.
Unlike Martin, he had no concern about others discovering that he had killed Almor. In fact, if word spread, it would only serve his larger plan.
As before, Cain devoured every remaining trace of vitality and spirit force from Almor's body, sending it toward his Hollow Star.
When he had taken everything, nothing remained of the two Royal Blutlinie but drifting ash.
Cain hovered in the air, holding the two purified Ancestor Drops. Without hesitation, he pressed them into his chest.
They sank into his Perfect Ancestor Drop.
"BOOM!"
The instant they fused, Cain's body trembled violently. A massive surge of energy erupted from within him, his aura growing denser, purer, and vastly more powerful. The pressure intensified until it could no longer be contained.
Scarlet and white flas burst outward, forming a colossal pillar of fire that shot into the heavens.
Cain threw his head back and laughed.
"Hahaha... finally. I have evolved!"
Since his birth, he had devoured and refined the Ancestor Drops of
more than a dozen Royal Blutlinie Alpha Oga Overgods, along with thousands upon thousands of Prima Deity and ArchDeity Blutlinie. Each one had pushed him closer to the threshold.
Now, with the addition of these two, he had finally broken through into the Middle Alpha Oga Overgod Realm.
Cain clenched his fists, feeling the explosive strength coursing through his body.
"Even though I have yet to fully awaken the Wings of Chaos, there is no doubt this body is the strongest of the three," he muttered. "It
even surpasses my body in the Crimson World."
He continued to laugh as he allowed his power to run wild. There was no trace of fear in his heart. The red mask filtered away doubt and hesitation, leaving only clarity and absolute confidence. He felt as though he could control everything.
The pillar of scarlet and white flas rose higher and higher, crashing against the very ceiling of the realm before spreading across the firmant like a blazing scar.
It was an impossible phenonon to miss.
Far away, atop a vast volcanic mountain range where rivers of magma flowed freely-hot enough to lt the bodies of ArchDeities-stood a massive stronghold. Its walls were sturdy enough to withstand the strikes of King-Level powerhouses, and its formations could incinerate anything below the Alpha Oga Overgod rank in an
instant.
This was the primary stronghold of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom in the Eighth Realm.
Deep within its lowest chamber stood a young man.
Unlike most Royal Blutlinie, his hair was not entirely white. Fiery crimson streaks ran through it, as though flas had fused into his very being. That was not the only thing that set him apart. From his back extended a pair of imnse, blazing wings-wings that
shimred with a fire carrying the power of rebirth itself.
He was the son of the Immortal Nirvana King.
The Nirvana Crown Prince.
The one figure capable of keeping the Eternal Soul King at bay.
His eyes slowly opened. They did not resemble human eyes but those of a divine bird-sharp, luminous, and filled with ancient authority. He gazed toward the distant pillar of white and scarlet flas piercing the sky.
"He is not one of mine," he murmured calmly. "But according to our intelligence, there is no one within the Eternal Soul Kingdom who
wields such power!"
His lips curved slightly.
"A new player?"
Intrigue flickered in his gaze as he began to consider his next move.
He was not the only leader who had noticed the phenonon. In the capital of the Eternal Soul Kingdom, Shakra rose from his
throne. His presence alone caused the heavens above the city to darken. Unlike the Nirvana Crown Prince, there was no smile on his
face.
The Eternal Soul King clenched his fists.
That aura did not belong to any of his forces.
Whether the source belonged to the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom or
not was irrelevant. It was an anomaly-an invader.
And in a battlefield already drenched in blood, the arrival of a new
Alpha Oga Overgod-one powerful enough to shake the firmant. -ant only one thing.
The war had just beco even more dangerous.
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