That was a crimson radiance unlike any power of the Fallen.
Profound, pure, mysterious, vast.
In the instant it burst forth, the Blood Demon Priest among others in the Divine Descent ritual felt an ancient, timeless will slowly descend.
A crushing pressure from the Bloodline Power rose, and the Blood Demon Priest felt as if his very being was locked onto by an indescribable terror, his entire Bloodline Power suddenly erupted into unprecedented turmoil, as if controlled by something even more terrifying.
It felt as though his transcendent power was no longer his own...
"This... this power is...! No! This cannot be!"
Seemingly perceiving something, the Blood Demon Priest suddenly changed his expression, his face showing horror as he looked at the crimson radiance.
He tried to turn and flee, but to his horror, he found the Bloodline Power within him seemed to have suddenly betrayed him, no longer obeying his commands.
His brain told his body to flee quickly, yet the Bloodline Power prevented his flesh from doing so.
He wanted to activate the Demon Eye mark within his soul, he wanted to seek help from the Blood Demon Duke, but after sensing his own power, he discovered in terror that his connection with the Blood Demon Duke had been entirely blocked.
No, it was not merely blocked, but obstructed and severed from a higher position!
Meanwhile, a pressure as though a subject seeing their monarch surged from his bloodline, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
Trembling, he felt a sense of awe and submission instinctively spreading from the depths of his soul...
The Blood Demon Priest’s expression grew even more horrified.
He felt that under that crimson glow, he was rapidly losing control of his body.
It was not just a loss of physical control in the sense of weakness, but also a control on the level of the soul.
He could clearly feel that, under the illumination of that light, he was rapidly losing himself!
It wasn’t merely losing oneself.
Looking at his body becoming transparent under the crimson glow, watching it disintegrate like shattered photons, and rapidly being absorbed by the Bloodline Power attracted by the crimson light, a flicker of realization flashed across the terrified pupils of the Bloodline Priest.
"This is... the power... of Devouring..."
He opened his mouth to say something else, but his entire body suddenly disintegrated quietly like broken clouds in an instant.
Meanwhile, the crimson radiance became even brighter.
"Ancestor! It is the power of the Ancestor!"
Feeling the boiling of his Bloodline Power, Yulster suddenly widened his eyes.
He watched incredulously as the Black Cat in the midst of the crimson radiance appeared increasingly mysterious.
It was just a Black Cat, but in his eyes, it was as though he had crossed through time and space, seeing a beautiful figure seated in the Blood Divine Palace.
That beautiful figure seemed to sense him, glancing lightly in his direction with a slight smile.
In that moment, Yulster felt his consciousness blur, his entire spiritual world seemed to slow down.
And when his will cleared again, much of the crimson radiance had already subsided, and the world had returned to normal.
The figure of the Blood Demon Priest had disappeared along with the fading of the crimson light.
And the Divine Descent ritual that had not been successfully executed also vanished.
On the other side, the terrifyingly powerful Black Dragon trapped in a crimson Light Cage showed relentless struggle and roared continuously, but was helpless under the brilliance.
All the Bloodline around knelt towards the center, including Yulster himself, though he wasn’t even aware when he had knelt down.
Their object of worship was the talking Black Cat.
Only now, the demeanor of the Black Cat had completely changed.
It had regained its freedom, and not only that, its amber pupils had changed from their usual color to a magnificent crimson, completely different from before.
Yulster almost instantly felt a mysterious connection with the other, and his Bloodline Power throbbed at the sight of the other.
Taking a deep breath, he was about to bow to the Black Cat, but someone else was quicker.
"Praise you, my great Master! May your crimson radiance scatter across the land!"
Sebastian stepped forward, skillfully bowing with standard posture, respectful movements, reverential gaze, and devout expression.
The fluid movement, unlike that of a haughty Elf, was more like an experienced sycophant.
Pah! A servile fellow! What good timing!
Cursing inwardly, he too bowed deeply, in the most ancient, standard, and respectful manner known to the Bloodline, to the Black Cat:
"Praise you, source of the Bloodline, Monarch of Eternal Night, Master of Darkness, supreme Ancestor..."
"Your humble progeny, Yulster, offers you the highest respect..."
Having said that, Yulster also bowed again, respectfully saying,
"Great Ancestor, please forgive Yulster’s poor eyesight for not recognizing your identity at first..."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Sebastian, unable to hold back, give a snicker.
Yulster frowned and looked over, seeing the Elf, also endowed with the Favored’s power, looking at him with a peculiar gaze and chuckling: