Legend to Naseng is like the Immortal to Lin Ke’s previous life.
People may not understand martial arts, Foundation Establishment Golden Core, etc., but when it comes to the highest level Immortal, they all know a bit.
It turns out Lord Ove is going to become a legend!
The crowd erupted with great enthusiasm, widening their eyes and staring hard at the sky, as if they hoped to see something from that dense mass of dark clouds.
And just a few minutes before Ove’s breakthrough, inside the castle, in Fulon’s bedroom.
Fulon pulled down the velvet and golden silk woven curtains, making it completely dark. At the center of her desk was placed a pitch-black shadow orb, surrounded by objects containing fluctuations of Magic Power.
There was a pure white scorpion tail, four large red ant jaws, nine dried butterfly wings, and eighteen dragonfly eyes emitting a strange blue glow.
Fulon adjusted the curtains, sat down at the desk, and unconsciously twisted her dress with her hands, her eyebrows furrowed, clearly troubled by something.
Finally, she glanced at a small box on the bedside table, which contained a pearl that Lin Ke had sent a servant to buy from Parrot City with his first allowance when he was four.
At the time, her Little Lin Ke said, "Garoce never gave anything to mother, so I will."
And so, Fulon had preserved that pearl, disdained as "fake" by Antova, as a treasure.
Seeing the box holding the pearl, Fulon felt the urge to look at the pearl again, but realized she’s already seen it dozens of times.
So she made up her mind, picked up a small dagger from another chair, and lightly cut her finger, biting her lip and tapping it onto the leftmost scorpion tail, leaving a bead of blood.
Then, her finger moved across the table, drawing a line connecting to the red ant jaws beside it, connecting everything on the table little by little, with each item receiving a drop of blood.
The table was made of wood, and some small splinters pricked Fulon’s fingers, causing tears to flow down because of the pain.
But even as tears flowed, Fulon kept biting her lip and drawing in blood on the table, while muttering:
"Zhu Yin Dismasen Akmond Yiksi Ternite..."
As she murmured, the insect organs on the table were gradually activated by an unknown force, with Fulon’s blood wrapping around them to form a bizarre pattern, similar to €.
And at the center of this mass was the pitch-black shadow orb.
As Fulon continued muttering, the insect organs slowly turned gray-white, then into scattered sand, which then became ashes, and finally disappeared.
But what rose from the insect organs was black smoke, which gathered into the shadow orb, permeating into it completely.
And Fulon uttered the final word: "...Felder Innis Davy."
After finishing these words, another drop of blood seeped from Fulon’s fingertip, touching the shadow orb.
In an instant, an unparalleled voice echoed in Fulon’s ears, but this voice didn’t leak a single bit outside.
"I am... the Dominator of the Void! Naseng’s descendant, have you made your decision?"
The shadow orb emitted a strong cyan light, forming a pitch-black crack that looked like a vertical pupil.
"But I don’t want to leave..." Fulon stood up, hands crossed and clenched tightly, her tone conflicted.
"Descendant, powerful blood flows in your veins, your soul is incredibly brilliant... If it weren’t for your self-awareness, I wouldn’t have detected your presence, and perhaps you would be submerged in the long river of time, turning to bones."
The pupil emanating a strong cyan light stared at Fulon, but it didn’t carry the imagined pressure.
"My self-awareness was from that day I thought my husband had died... But he didn’t, and I still have my child. I don’t want to lose them for the sake of power..." Fulon’s eyes still held tears, but her voice was not weak, only conflicted.
"But without power, you cannot protect them, my descendant, this is your last opportunity." The cyan pupil spoke calmly, as if talking about something trivial: "Without becoming a legend, ultimately one is a spirit, only the void encompasses everything."
"Then, what do I need to exchange for power..." Fulon hesitantly asked, then emphasized: "I won’t sell my body or soul."
"Your bloodline is among the purest of my descendants, even having undergone some mutations..." With that, the cyan pupil emitted a cyan light onto Fulon’s body, then retracted it after a few seconds: "Indeed... so it was ... a descendant of the pure white unicorn and Mei Niang Cat People... Hmm, which line was it? The time, the time is too long ago..."
The cyan pupil muttered to itself, and Fulon couldn’t help but ask: "My bloodline is ’pure’, what does that mean? What’s it for?"
The cyan pupil ceased its contemplation, and again focused on Fulon, saying: "This is the only bloodline among all my descendants, and it is an ’outstanding’ level talent in the Andrew system. Your potential is unimaginable..."
Fulon’s heart was filled with joy; her Little Lin Ke was this level! This was an exceptionally good talent!
But then Fulon turned to doubt: "Then if I go with you, how will I protect my child?"
If she followed her bloodline origin and left, only to return hundreds of years later, what if Little Lin Ke... what if...
"No problem, all you need is for your soul to come with me..." As it said this, a hint of scarlet flashed in the cyan eye: "Come, slowly, put your hand on the Shadow Stone, I will guide you..."
Fulon made up her mind and was about to step forward when a succession of strong pressures came from outside the window, breaking the barrier-like structure between Fulon and the table.
"Oh? This human has such astonishing talent, hmm, a legend... then it’s best not to linger... my descendant... contact me again after you’ve thought it through..."
The cyan pupil sensed Ove’s breakthrough momentum, knowing it was not wise to remain; a Starlight level couldn’t discover it, but a legend could.
So the cyan pupil’s image abruptly vanished, the shadow orb emitted wisps of black air, then dissipated entirely.
Fulon maintained her reaching pose, her eyes full of struggle.
And the moment the cyan pupil left, she collapsed to the ground as if exhausted, then looked toward the airtight curtains.
The sound of Lamiel declaring Ove’s breakthrough also reached the room.
Lord Ove... broke through?
And it wasn’t just Fulon.
Having just finished reading some letter, seemingly after a cry, Antova at this moment walked out of her room, came to the balcony, and stood there staring blankly upward.
In her hand, she tightly gripped that letter, her fingernails pierced through the thin plant fiber paper, and into her flesh, blood dripping out, yet she was oblivious.
She had already promised her greedy and brutal father and her brother, who was adept at manipulating hearts.