I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 302 – Chapter 302 Chapter 304 Ultimate Troop

Chapter 302: Chapter 304: Ultimate Troop – Frost Giant Dragon, Controlling the Plane (9200 words) Chapter 302: Chapter 304: Ultimate Troop – Frost Giant Dragon, Controlling the Plane (9200 words) Lide didn't know how long he had been asleep; he only knew that after he had engraved those 120 ancient inscriptions on the Plane Stone, the stone had transmitted to him an enormously vast amount of information.

The span of that information covered millions of years.

Even with his resilient spiritual power, he still couldn't withstand or assimilate it and instantly fell into a deep slumber.

Facing an irresistible threat and falling into coma and sleep was an instinct of living beings.

The information was too overwhelming; if he had tried to absorb it forcefully, it would have burst him open, and even an Extraordinary Mage couldn't withstand such a level of informational impact.

Thus, his body instinctively chose to sleep.

After Lide fell asleep, he began to absorb that lengthy information.

He saw a stone, a stone eternally drifting in chaos and the void.

Aimless, unknowing of time, future, or past.

Who knew how much time had passed when an existence, powerful beyond imagination, discovered that stone in the Chaos Void.

Then that majestic being, with only a skeletal body, used Divine Power with the stone as the core and bones of Divine Monsters as the foundation, to construct an unprecedented Plane–the Bone-Burying Plane.

Because apart from that stone, all the constituents of the entire Plane were mere bones.

After the Bone-Burying Plane was forged, Lide learned the divine name of that indistinct, majestic existence–the God of Bones.

This history was long and ancient.

Subsequently, like watching a fast-forwarded movie, the Bone-Burying Plane was initially very weak, merely encompassing a range of a thousand blades.

But under the countless resources invested by the God of Bones, every day thousands to tens of thousands of corpses were thrown into the Plane, and the bones within the Plane began to pile up crazily.

And as the corpses decayed, the originally thin air began to fill with a thick Power of Death.

When the Power of Death reached a certain extreme, that unimaginably powerful being took action and inscribed a complicated Magic Array on the Bone-Burying Plane using Divine Power.

Just glancing at that Magic Array made Lide feel like his soul was being devoured.

The Magic Array took a hundred years to complete its inscription.

The moment the Magic Array was formed, everything changed.

Merely by throwing weak Undead Life into the Plane, under the influence of the Magic Array, the dense Power of Death would crazily enhance the level of the Undead, quickly cultivating a batch of high-level Undead.

Death Knights, Zombies, Ghost Dragons, Bone Dragons… every day, the Bone-Burying Plane would give birth to thousands of high-level Undead.

Of course, this enhancement wasn't unlimited.

On the contrary, that indescribably leveled God of Bones would bring a massive amount of corpses into the Bone-Burying Plane each day to cultivate the Plane.

Lide could feel the power of the Plane Stone in the Bone-Burying Plane growing stronger, and upon reaching a certain level of energy, the Plane involuntary began to expand.

Endless Plane Power attacked the Chaos Void, and the Bone-Burying Plane grew a bit larger.

Then the Bone-Burying Plane entered a longer period of growth.

Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years…

Until one day, a group exuding the aura of Light entered the now vastly expansive Bone-Burying Plane that could accommodate the descent of the God of Bones.

The great war began.

Endless high-level Undead engulfed the Angel Army; the terrifying tactics of the Undead were almost impossible to resist.

The Angel Army was slaughtered to near extinction.

But just as the Undead were about to claim victory, the situation underwent a shocking reversal.

That twelve-winged Blazing Angel, in a seemingly death-certain situation, used unimaginable Divine Arts to annihilate all the Undead in the Plane.

However, in the end, the powerful twelve-winged Blazing Angel, due to over-exhaustion, lost the power to break through the Plane's spacial barriers.

But the Blazing Angel didn't concede, spending hundreds of years to find the Plane Stone hidden within the planet core.

Then… the Blazing Angel intercepted the power of the Plane Stone, transforming into a feather, hovering above the Plane Stone, relentlessly attacking it with Light Power. It seemed to attempt to purify this place of evil.

Lide could feel the light from the Plane Stone slowly fading.

Centuries, millennia… an uncountable number of years had passed, and then he saw a group of cloaked Undead arriving at the twelve-layer White Bone Altar, where they used some sort of evil spell to locate the Plane Stone that the Blazing Angel had not hidden.

The scenes that followed were all ones he had personally experienced.

It was only now that Lide had barely absorbed that lengthy and ancient memory, understanding the origin of the Bone-Burying Plane and the stories that had once occurred within this plane.

“Such an immense passage of time… This inscription is too bizarre, I was actually able to see the experiences of this Plane Stone…”

Lide slowly opened his eyes, and darkness filled his view.

The gloomy sky captured in his pupils, the black clouds were like mountains bearing down, exerting immense mental pressure.

Rubbing his somewhat bleary eyes, he placed his hands beneath him, feeling a cold touch from his hands, and he sat up with a slight effort.

Only then could he clearly see his surroundings.

This was a shabby structure about 3 three blades high, approximately 10 blades long and 5 blades wide, with drafts coming through from all sides–it could hardly be called a house, as it had no roof and only walls on all sides.

More astonishingly, the surrounding walls were built of white bones, and he even saw a huge dead skull on the opposite wall with its mouth agape, showing teeth, and its hollow gaze was fixed on him.

This place was simply a den of horror.

The scene before him immediately brought Lide back to his senses.

“Looking at this scene, I'm still in the Bone-Burying Plane, just don't know how much time has passed?”

At this moment, Stanley, who was guarding outside the door, heard the noise and immediately showed an expression of hardly concealing his surprise.

He hurried in through the doorway, into the white bone wall.

Seeing Lide already sitting on the bed, Stanley displayed a bright smile.

“Your Highness, you have finally awoken.”

Finally?

Lide's eyebrows raised at those words, “How long have I been asleep?”

“Three months, today is November the 3rd…”

Three months? November 3rd?

Lide let out a slight sigh of relief, glad that it was only three months, not something too exaggerated.

The information encoded in the Plane Stone was overwhelmingly vast, although accelerated thousands or tens of thousands of times like watching a movie, most of the information in these memories were still key points, many details still overlooked.

But the immense volume of information still took him a great deal of time to assimilate.

“Has anything major happened in these past months? How is Dawn City?”

Stanley reported respectfully, “Your Highness, there is no need to worry, everything is developing normally.

The only major event is that Harrison has already dispatched troops to seize populations.”

Lide frowned.

“Seizing populations, the Beastmen haven't retreated yet, have they started looting food towards the direction of Green City?”

“No, Your Highness, the Beastmen have made no moves yet, they still hold the lands they occupied and have not returned them to humans.

However, besides that, they haven't made many moves, it seems they are only fortifying the lands they've occupied.”

“Who planned this year's population seizing? If the Beastman-controlled areas remain unchaotic, the difficulty of our population seizure will inevitably increase significantly. What is their plan?”

“Your Highness, it was a suggestion from the Think Tank.

This year, our main focus of population seizure is the northern region of Green City because the entry of the Undead has caused a large number of refugees homeless.

The north is still a land of dead silence, and up to now, there are still several hundred thousand refugees lingering in the areas near the north.

These refugees are our target this time.”

Hearing this, Lide nodded slightly and did not continue to inquire.

The plan for population seizure this year was something he had roughly arranged earlier; he estimated about 60,000 refugees to be seized. Whether they were from the borders or the north, as long as the population could be seized safely, he would not mind.

“Grotto and Lord Withered Bones, where are they?”

“Castro took Grotto back to Green City; they will return later. Lord Withered Bones is sleeping in the Bone Mountain outside…”

This undead… Lide couldn't help but laugh and cry.

“Alright, let's get ready and head back.”

“Head back?” Stanley paused slightly, then a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

“Your Majesty, have you controlled this plane?”

Lide smiled faintly, waved his hand, and the pitch-black Plane Stone floated in front of him. Then, with a wave of his hand, the space in front of him cracked, creating a space rift five blades high and three blades wide in front of Stanley.

On the other side of the space rift was a small valley with a huge withered tree in the middle, big enough to be embraced by five or six people, its center long rotted and hollow.

Stanley was incredibly excited at this sight, even more thrilled than when he had controlled the plane.

“Your Majesty, this… this…”

Lide laughed heartily.

“No need to overthink, I have indeed mastered this shattered Plane Stone.”

“Your Glory is enough to outshine the bright moon,” Stanley praised loudly with a face full of admiration, “The Evil Demon Tome records that although this method is effective, the success rate is less than 5%. Only the most talented and powerful can truly control a plane…”

Hearing this, Lide's expression stiffened. A success rate of less than 5%?

Why didn't I know about this?? Why didn't you say anything when I started inscribing the runes??

Seeing the change in Lide's expression, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Stanley's face.

“Your Majesty, this was only confirmed after I went back to re-examine that evil spellbook and other ancient books after you had fallen asleep. Moreover, maybe even 5% was high; 3% seems more precise…”

He finished with a suddenly uplifted tone, “This shows you are truly unique, gifted with infinite wisdom and matchless talent by the Creator God, praise be to you, great Majesty.”

Do I need your flattery?

Lide barely resisted the urge to punch the fool as he glared at Stanley.

He also felt a bit fearful; damn, these discarded things really aren't reliable.

The success rate was only 5%, no, 3%!

In the future, we must clarify such things before proceeding.

However, despite this, Lide was still in a good mood; although he had been tricked, the outcome was quite favorable.

“In the future, make sure to clarify such matters before reporting them to me.”

“Yes, Your Majesty…” Even Stanley was somewhat embarrassed, this huge blunder really undermined his usual wisdom.

Lide didn't linger on the matter and stood up, walking out of the temporary bone wall enclosure, and the familiar scenery of the Bone-Burying Plane appeared before him again.

He sighed slightly, his expression somewhat regretful.

“It's a pity, such a large plane cannot be taken entirely.”

Stanley paused, “Can't take it entirely? Your Majesty, after controlling the plane, shouldn't you be able to…”

Lide waved his hand to interrupt him, “No, that applies to regular planes.

Now, the Bone-Burying Plane, after the long passage of time, contains hardly one percent of the Plane Power of a normal plane.

The everywhere-appearing spatial rifts are evidence.”

After a pause, he looked at Stanley, somewhat troubled, “This plane seems intact, but it's actually on the verge of collapse.

In a few decades, even if the Twelve-winged Blazing Angels cease using the Holy Light to cleanse the Plane Stone, this plane will collapse.”

“Are you saying that although we've controlled this plane, due to the lack of Plane Power, we can only control a small part?

And the remaining portion must collapse since there's not enough Plane Power to sustain it?”

Stanley's eyes flickered with thought.

Lide looked at Stanley appreciatively. Although this fellow occasionally messed things up, his intelligence was always on point.

“That's right, just so.”

“Now, the Plane Power contained within the Plane Stone is extremely diluted, incapable of sustaining such a vast plane.

Thus, we can only take away a small part of it; the rest will collapse.”

Although it pained him, Lide had no choice; after being purified by Frey for tens of thousands of years, the Plane Stone had long been severely depleted.

“Your Majesty, what should we do next?”

Lide looked at the pitch-black stone in his hand and shook his head.

“We don't need to do anything, just take the Plane Stone away.

The excess areas will naturally be devoured by the Chaos Void, and what remains will be the plane we truly control.”

Stanley understood, “Do we still need to search the plane? There might still be some good stuff here.”

“No need,” Lide waved his hand, “I have received most of the memories of this plane; the good stuff here has already been taken by others.”

He felt a pain in his heart as he spoke. In the memories transmitted by the Plane Stone, there had once been Divine Artifacts lost in this world.

Later, the angels attacked; everything was destroyed, and those high-level weapons were also purified by the Holy Light.

All that was left for him was a shell.

“What about the Death Flower?”

“The Death Flower only blooms in the most evil of places. Although the Power of Death here is intense, it used to be filled with the Power of Holy Light, preventing the Death Flower from growing in such conditions.”

After hearing Lide's explanation, Stanley nodded and said no more.

Lide seemed to remember something and asked,
“What about those vampires and adventurers?” After he had inscribed the inscriptions, he had immediately fallen into a deep sleep and hadn't time to deal with anything else.

That level 16 vampire he had buried underground was hiding many secrets.

“Your Majesty, you fell into a deep sleep, and we guarded you continuously. By the time we had a chance to investigate, they had already disappeared…”

“Was it those two adventurers?”

“No, it was another group of adventurers, because their corpses had been drained of blood…”

Lide shook his head in resignation; truly, he had brought this upon himself. Those vampires, buried so deeply, were still dug up–why would anyone dig here for no reason?

“Forget about them, wake up Lord Withered Bones. We're leaving this place.

Once I take the Plane Stone out, most of this plane will collapse.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The Plane Power was insufficient to support the scale of this plane, and even if Lide did not take the Plane Stone away, this plane would still collapse soon, so he felt no particular burden on that account.

Stanley directly hurled a fireball into a bone-made hill hundreds of blades away.

Boom~~
Flames splattered everywhere.

“Who dares disturb the great sleep of Lord Withered Bones? The Tusk of Dawn City–the Dragon of Destruction, Withered Bones, will grant you eternal death…Oh, Master, is that you??

Hahaha, your brilliance outshines the stars above, and your grandeur is like the arms of the Creator God, praise you, my master~”
Watching the frenzied Withered Bones wagging its tail, bowing, and ingratiating itself towards him, Lide twitched the corner of his mouth and glared at this chatterbox.

“Enough chatter.

Come, follow me out; this plane is about to collapse.”

Withered Bones paused slightly, turned its head to look around somewhat reluctantly, “This plane is well-suited for the great Lord Withered Bones to slumber. Give me another five hundred years, and perhaps I could evolve into something transcendent…”

Five hundred years… the Human Empire would have changed hands several times by then.

Lide ignored the rambling of the creature and swung his leg over to mount its back.

He then took out the Plane Stone and swung it, creating a sizzle sound.

The space shattered, and a gap large enough for the Withered Bone to pass through appeared in front of them.

“Let's go.”

Without further ado, after Stanley had left, Lide once again communicated with the Plane Stone that had merged with his soul.

He then used the Plane Stone to summon the Plane Power and quickly searched the entire plane.

Unfortunately, besides a few hundred undead around the newly formed spatial rift, there was no trace of any other life or treasures.

Indifferent to those doom-seeking undead, he directed Withered Bone to leave the Bone-Burying Plane.

Once the command was given, Withered Bone unfurled its tattered dragon wings and fiercely flapped them, propelling its massive body out of this divine resting place with a grand and ancient history.

The moment they left the Bone-Burying Plane, Lide felt a void in his heart, as if he had lost something.

Clutching the Plane Stone, he turned his head sharply and peered through the spatial rift back at the Bone-Burying Plane, a wave of inexplicable sorrow rising in his heart.

Booming sounds echoed.

After the Plane Stone left the Plane, lacking the support of its core power, the plane began an unprecedented disaster.

The world collapsed.

In that moment, words could not describe the shock that the scene before Lide conveyed.

With a crackle,
it was like shattered glass, and densely packed cracks appeared in the sky, resembling a massively enlarged spider web, creating a chilling vision.

Black, mysterious energy poured from the rifts like a reverse flood, surging into the plane.

This black energy was highly corrosive, even consuming the Power of Death entirely.

The entire plane collapsed instantly as the black energy invaded.

Booming sounds continued.

The sky tore apart, a boundless darkness engulfed the clouds, resembling the claws of a demon tearing everything apart. The earth was squeezed and burst open, numerous skeletons flew into the sky, seemingly all rules had lost their meaning at that moment.

The earth and sky split, and the Bone-Burying Plane fell into destruction in mere seconds.

The last image left to Lide was–countless bones flying in the air, the sky bursting like a spider, space shattering, and all things ceasing to exist.

This was true world destruction; all words to describe such a calamity were pale and powerless.

But just as the spatial rift was about to close.

Lide's pupils dilated dramatically because he saw an indescribable, immensely huge, black claw descend from the sky, its sharp edges directly splitting the Bone-Burying Plane in two.

Completely dragging the Bone-Burying Plane into the Chaos Void.

With a crackle,
the spatial rift disappeared.

At that moment, Lide felt a chill down his spine.

“What exactly is that giant claw a limb of??”

Immensely long, capable of tearing a plane in half with a single strike… such a creature could possibly overpower even the Twelve-winged Blazing Angels.

Taking a deep breath, Lide slowly calmed himself, reassured by the Main Plane's property of repelling powerful entities, so he did not need to worry about facing such a terrifying creature.

Looking around, this place was right above the small valley where he had first entered the Bone-Burying Plane.

Three months had passed, and it seemed as if nothing had changed.

The surroundings were still deadly silent, gray mist spreading all around, visibility not extending beyond a few feet, and the gray clouds in the sky made one feel oppressed.

The recent plane's destruction seemed to have had no significant impact on this silent place.

He gestured to the Bone Dragon, causing it to land on the ground.

After dismounting in front of the valley, Lide turned his head for another look at the decayed, hollowed-out large tree to ensure there was nothing unusual. Then, with a sense of anticipation, he picked up the Plane Stone and immersed his consciousness within it.

His spiritual power spread instantaneously, allowing him to clearly perceive the entire Plane.

Most of the Bone-Burying Plane had collapsed, leaving only a flat area of white bone in the center.

It formed a huge circle, about a thousand blades in diameter.

In the center, the twelve-layer White Bone Altar that Frey had cleaved with one strike still stood tall. It was an altar established at the creation of the Bone-Burying Plane, initially designed to pay homage to the God of Skeletons, and later used specifically for the transformation of Legendary or higher levels of Undead.

What triggered Lide's curiosity was the edge of the Bone-Burying Plane at the moment, now enveloped in a thick fog that, on passing through, revealed a grayish transparent interlayer–the Space Barrier.

His spiritual power, upon reaching this point, would be immediately obstructed by an invisible force.

When he attempted to penetrate the Space Barrier, he instantly felt a tremendous danger hinting that continuing could lead to unimaginable horrors.

Chaos Void.

Lide sensed it.

Beyond was the Chaos Void.

It was the dwelling place of the indescribable Chaos Giant Beast that they had just encountered.

He immediately dismissed this fatal thought.

His spirit returned to the twelve-layer White Bone Altar. After a thorough inspection, although he found nothing special, Lide knew well the power of the White Bone Altar: with sufficiently intense Power of Death, it could transform ordinary Undead into Legends.

Of course, he lacked such capability now; such a feature was only possible at the peak state of the Bone-Burying Plane.

His spiritual power scanned through and then shifted towards the ground.

With a bit of curiosity, Lide suddenly plunged into the white bone ground.

Skeletons, countless skeletons.

Besides the deep white bones, there were no other superfluous things.

Ten blades, twenty blades… When Lide's spiritual power reached a hundred blades, the black mist and gray transparent interlayer–the Space Barrier–appeared again.

Lide shook his head.

Now, the deepest part of the Bone-Burying Plane was only a hundred blades, a mere shadow compared to its most powerful state in his memories, which had a depth of ten thousand blades.

After exploring alongside the Space Barrier at the bottom of the earth to ensure there were no missed treasures, he returned again to the twelve-layer White Bone Altar and looked up at the dense black clouds, continuing his exploration upward.

Fifty blades, a hundred blades… five hundred blades, the familiar Space Barrier reappeared.

After exploring what could tentatively be called a Plane space, Lide withdrew his spiritual power.

His expression mixed with joy and helplessness.

It was frustrating that such a vast Plane had become so deficient, resembling a two-meter-tall strong man with failing kidneys, having lost 99.9% of its area, leaving only a pitifully small range.

What pleased him, though, was that despite losing most of its area, this was still a complete Plane, one with infinite potential.

At its strongest, the Bone-Burying Plane could accommodate the descent of the God of Skeletons, who could join forces with the God of Tyranny to ambush the Master of Dawn with Powerful Divine Power, which already spoke volumes.

Most crucially, though the Plane had lost much of its territory, its core essence remained.

Evolving and nurturing high-level Undead.

Evolution meant that with enough energy, the Plane in his hands could potentially slowly return to its former peak state.

This was a feature not possessed by many Planes.

Most Planes had their potential fixed at the time of formation, and no matter how they were nurtured, they couldn't grow further.

The growability of a Bone-Burying Plane was extremely Rare, so rare that even Divine beings upon seeing it would take a second glance.

After all, this was once a prized possession of the God of Skeletons.

Lide, having obtained the information recorded in the Plane Stone, naturally knew the significance of the Bone-Burying Plane in the eyes of the God of Skeletons.

It was only later, for the purpose of ambushing the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel, Frey, and her Angel Army, that it was moved to the Main Plane using Divine Arts.

But unexpectedly, the outcome was tragic; Frey was too dominant, exterminating all the undead.

The Divine could not descend to the Main Plane, so although the God of Skeleton knew the Bone-Burying Plane was lost on the Main Plane, he could not come to search for it.

Later on, Frey further used her power to purify the Plane Stone, perfectly erasing the imprint left by the God of Skeleton within the Bone-Burying Plane.

Thus, the Bone-Burying Plane that Lide now controlled was no longer connected to the God of Skeleton; it was a malevolent plane purified by Frey.

The Plane Stone of the Bone-Burying Plane had been marked with his spiritual imprint, and a portion of his soul had also merged into the Plane Stone, so it was now completely his.

Unless the God of Skeleton stood before him, it would be impossible to recognize that the plane he held was the original site of that Divine's demise.

The second functionality was cultivating high-level undead.

The ultimate purpose for which the God of Skeleton had used the Plane Stone to forge the Bone-Burying Plane was to cultivate high-level undead.

This unimaginably powerful Undead Deity had inscribed an Ancient Magic Array within the Bone-Burying Plane for nurturing high-level undead.

According to the information Lide received, this Ancient Magic Array was directly inscribed on the Plane Stone.

This meant no matter how much the plane shrank, as long as the Plane Stone was intact, the Magic Array would continue to function.

And the most formidable aspect of this Ancient Magic Array was that by merely placing undead within the plane, the Power of Death inside the plane, amplified by the Magic Array, would continuously infuse into the undead, bolstering the Soul Fire and enhancing their strength.

This would accelerate the growth of the undead by a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

When the Bone-Burying Plane was at its peak condition, it could elevate a Level 5 Skeleton Warrior to a Transcendent-level King of Skeletons within a week.

This used to be an important breeding ground for the Skeleton King's armies.

But now, all of it belonged to him.

He found this fruit very sweet to pluck.

“Now that it belongs to me, it's time for a new name…”
Lide stroked his chin, suddenly his eyes lit up. He remembered a classic game from Earth–Warcraft – The Frozen Throne.

One of the structures in the game was the ultimate building of the Undead Clan, capable of summoning the most powerful undead troops–the Frost Giant Dragon.

“From now on, you'll be known as the Land of Bone-Burying, and I look forward to the day I can transform a Frost Giant Dragon in this plane.

Land of Bone-Burying, famously producing Frost Giant Dragons, haha, it's garnering more flavor now.”

But what surprised Lide was that after he named it, the system notification sounded today.

“Ding~ Land of Bone-Burying successfully named.

You have acquired a growable primitive plane–Land of Bone-Burying (Ordinary).

You have successfully set the plane's special product as the rare undead life–Frost Giant Dragon. Your plane level will be upgraded to (Rare) level afterwards to enable summoning.”

“Ding, minimum level requirement to control the plane is Level 18–level less than 18 will not be able to handle the spiritual power needed by the plane, and insufficient spiritual power will cause various severe adverse effects.

Your current level is 15, would you choose to spend 50,000 points of Power of Faith to upgrade your level? Upon upgrading, you will reach Level 18; if the Power of Faith is insufficient, the level upgrade will fail, and the plane will be temporarily frozen until after Level 18.”

What the hell?!

Lide was deeply shocked by the sudden system notifications.

This plane had actually gained the system's recognition, and the key was–the casually mentioned Frost Giant Dragon had been set as the plane's special product, ready for him to recruit directly?!

That is the Frost Giant Dragon!

Dragon!

Although it required upgrading the plane level to recruit, wasn't this too exaggerated and heaven-defying?

Lide's smile was beyond concealment.

“Ding~ Please make a choice within 10 seconds, otherwise it will be considered as forfeiting. For your safety, the Land of Bone-Burying will be frozen.”

The prompt from the system immediately brought Lide back to his senses, focusing his attention on the second notification, leveling up.

He was originally Level 15, but during the months of slumber, he unknowingly amassed enough experience to move up to Level 16, now he just needed to click upgrade to ascend to Level 16.

Initially thinking this was the surprise, but now to think that he could directly elevate his level was an unexpected blessing.

“Level 18, huh? The two strongest fighters he commands, Withered Bones and Castro, are only at level 18.

He is about to step into this level himself.

However, the cost of 50,000 Power of Faith still pained him.

He glanced at the attribute panel and saw he had just over 60,000 Power of Faith, which made him breathe a sigh of relief; the development of the Dawn Sect hadn't stalled in these past months.

His followers had now surpassed forty thousand people, each month providing him with nearly twenty thousand Power of Faith.

“Confirm the upgrade.”

Without hesitation, he chose to confirm.

The moment he made his selection, Lide immediately felt the Power of Faith contained within his body rapidly depleting.

The Power of Faith converged in his heart like rivers flowing into the sea, and after a moment, it scattered like a goddess spreading flowers, surging through his veins and coursing through his body.

The abundant Power of Faith, guided by some rule, started to forge his bones, blood, muscles, and even tapped into the potential in his bloodline.

Lide was like a black hole, devouring the surrounding Magic Power, and the speed of his absorption even stirred up a magic storm.

Magic power miles away was whipped up into a tidal wave due to his rapid devouring.

Stanley and Withered Bones, witnessing this scene, immediately stood guard cautiously.

Withered Bones, soaring in the sky, revealed a hint of grievance in his eyes. Although he had absorbed a great amount of Power of Death in the land where the Divine had fallen, it was hard to upgrade in a short time.

He had witnessed firsthand how Lide had upgraded from level 13 to 15 in just over a year…

Seeing this momentum, it was clear there was going to be another new advancement in level.

Thinking of this, Withered Bones was filled with envy, wishing he could level up too…

Perhaps it was the system-directed Power of Faith that was too precise, and Lide only felt as though every inch of his body was being torn apart.

This upgrade was different from the past; it nearly shattered his body before using the Power of Faith to reassemble it, forcibly enhancing his body's tensile strength.

Thus, Lide endured immense pain for a short time.

If the pain of childbirth was an extreme for women, his experience had now surpassed that extreme. Upgrading from level 15 to 18, each level up was an extremely painful process.

And he had just experienced the ultimate pain of birthing three children.

The mentally resilient Lide found his consciousness blurring after the second level upgrade, his jaws clenched, throat emitting a beast-like growl.

The sweat drenched his clothes completely, beads of sweat on his forehead as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

Each upgrade felt like it stretched across a long epoch.

In the waves of excruciating pain that came one after another, Lide's willpower was reaching its limit.

The third time ended.

Whew–
His body suddenly relaxed, the endless pain finally receded at that moment.

Lide's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground without any grace.

Right now, his face was pale, his hands involuntarily trembling, and his lips quivering, his eyes unfocused.

“I would rather level up for a hundred years, even if it takes a billion experience points, I'd rather die here than choose this way of leveling up again!!”

“Ding–You have reached level 18, and the Bloodline Evolution function has been unlocked.”

“Ding–You have reached level 18 and have obtained a new Talent.”

“Ding–You have reached level 18, which opens up the Blood Clan Skill Development function.”

“Ding–You have reached level 18, which activates the Blood Clan Skill Fusion function.”

After hearing the system prompts, Lide looked at the exaggerated skill attributes on his attribute panel and remained silent for a long time.

“This method, it can't be entirely negated either; one must adopt a dialectical approach to problems…”

Chapter end