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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Three Hundred Fifteen:
Three months later.
At Lakefront Manor in Crimson Plain.
Outside White Manor, several tall brown trees have been planted, densely surrounding the area and blocking out the sun.
The forest is filled with green Thorny Vines, layered upon each other, leaving almost no space to step.
The broad branches and leaves of the trees nearly cover the entire estate, obscuring what lies within.
Only a narrow yellow path leads to the Red Gate of the manor.
The entire estate resembles a house in a Fairy Tale, shrouded in an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
The lakeside nearby is also overgrown with various vegetation, with thick roots resembling ghostly Tentacles sinking into the deep lake.
The dark lake water occasionally ripples, faintly revealing the tangled aquatic plants beneath.
At some point, a conical Soil Island has appeared in the center of the lake.
The island is about the size of a pavilion, completely bare on top, smooth enough to reflect a faint glow under the sunlight.
In the afternoon, the gloomy sky gradually becomes oppressive as dark rain clouds begin to gather rapidly.
Occasionally, one or two Blazing White Lightning bolts flash through the thick clouds, accompanied by a low rumble.
The wind rustles through the surrounding giant trees, creating a whispering sound.
The black rain clouds make the earth seem as if it has entered nightfall prematurely.
Half an hour later, large raindrops begin to fall heavily.
Fine yellow dust splashed up from the ground, quickly transforming into a stream of yellow mud flowing toward the lake.
"Boom!"
A muffled thunder mixed with Blazing White lightning instantly turned the surroundings as bright as day.
The calm surface of the lake seemed to stir due to the heavy rain.
Freya, clad in a White Robe, slowly walked out from the manor. Above her head was a translucent shield that blocked the rain.
Her black boots pressed into the wet, soft ground, leaving clear footprints.
Reaching the lakeshore, she calmly gazed at Conical Island in the distance. With her keen eyesight, she could see that beneath the island, the lake was riddled with numerous caves.
Dark serpentine shadows continuously slithered in and out from within, seemingly celebrating the falling rain.
"It's almost time."
She glanced down at the slender amber-colored White Phosphorus in her hand, then stepped onto the lake's surface.
The churning lake acted like a solid ground beneath Freya's body, allowing her to walk step by step toward the island in the lake.
"Snap!"
Her foot landed on solid ground as Freya nimbly jumped onto the island and took out a piece of Red Crystal from her waist pouch.
The crystal emitted a strong scent of blood, wrapping around Freya's hand with an almost rebellious energy.
At the center of this Red Crystal, a curled-up Crimson-Eyed Lizard could be clearly seen.
After playing with the Red Crystal for a moment, she directly tossed it into the lake.
"Splosh!"
Like ice water dropping into a hot oil pot, as Freya tossed the crystal into the lake, the entire surface of the lake instantly boiled.
Thick black serpentine shadows rolled and stirred in the water, intertwining with each other as if competing for something.
Before long, the originally dark lake water turned a shade of red, and a faint smell of blood wafted from the surface.
Watching the boiling scene in the lake quietly, Freya gently snapped her fingers.
A yellow High-Back Chair quickly rose up from the ground behind her.
"The essence of Bloodline accumulated over two months should be enough to Collapse three. Now all that's left is to wait."
Muttering to herself, she sat down and watched for a while longer before closing her eyes to enter a meditative state.
Three is neither long nor short. For a wizard, it is merely the duration of a routine experiment.
For Freya, who had entered Second-Level Wizard status, waiting for three without food or drink had no effect whatsoever.
After three.
The torrential rain showed no signs of stopping, and the water level of the lake had risen to a point where it was almost reaching the island's surface.
Only the boiling lake had returned to calm. The red lake water also regained its original color.
Freya gradually opened her eyes from meditation, and a green light flashed in her azure blue eyes.
Standing up from the chair, she looked at the many black Mud Pythons that had grown in the lake. She nodded in satisfaction.
"They've grown just as expected. Let's give it a try."
Pausing for a moment, Freya took out several black-and-white translucent Spheres from her waist pouch and tossed them around the island's perimeter.
Then she slightly spread her arms, and azure runes slowly rotated in her bright blue eyes. Large segments of incantations flowed from her mouth.
A translucent giant white Rune Array rapidly spread out from her center, causing the previously calm surface of the lake to ripple gently.
A crisp sound echoed across the lake, as if summoned, and thick black Mud Pythons surged out from the countless caves on the islands, quickly intertwining with one another.
In the haze, a vague hymn slowly drifted over the lake's surface, as a layer of white mist rose from the White Rune.
Within this rising White Mist, a massive Python Ball quietly formed.
Watching the enormous black sphere at the bottom of the lake and sensing its aura, Freya gradually revealed a contemplative expression.
The evolution of life has never been peaceful; survival, combat, and reproduction are constant struggles. Even higher forms of life merely adopt different methods; their essence remains unchanged. When environmental changes impact a species' survival, they either adapt submissively or strive to overcome it.
Unlike the artificial self-evolution of wizards, the evolution of Ancient Beasts is incredibly arduous.
In that era, although every creature continuously mutated to adapt for survival, whenever environmental changes greatly exceeded biological evolution, one or two species would emerge to ensure their survival and continuation.
While Freya was unaware of the ancient environment at that time, she did not hinder herself from simulating this process with her knowledge.
"This is the nurturing of life."
Through her mental connection with her Magical Pet, Freya gradually sensed that within the Python Ball, a new and distinct life was quietly blossoming.
This life was fragile, yet its essence was remarkably strong—like a beam of light piercing through darkness.
As this life was born, the surrounding dark Python Ball began to solidify into gray matter, slowly enveloping it.
It gradually sank to the bottom of the lake.
As time passed, the Mud Python connected to Freya mentally also began to weaken.
"Snap."
A faint sound echoed from her palm.
Gently opening her hand, her own mark cracked open, transforming into several shards of light that dissipated into the air.
It felt as if her vision suddenly dimmed. Freya frowned, clearly sensing a part of her body being drawn away and rapidly absorbed.
This sensation was quite strange and made her very uncomfortable.
"Is it dead?"
After a brief moment of contemplation, she retracted her hand and pointed a finger in the air. A green light slowly fell onto the surface of the lake, entering the gradually petrifying Python Ball.
The surrounding green vegetation quickly turned grayish-white, then disintegrated into powder in the rain.
Amidst the vanishing plants, clusters of green light points gathered and flew towards the Python Ball.
Like fireflies, the light points scattered across the entire lake surface, while Freya remained standing on the muddy island, her expression calm and serene.
"This should be enough."
As all the light points merged into the Mud Python, its life force immediately expanded a bit more.
However, the nurturing of life was not completed in an instant. After finishing these tasks, Freya sat back down in her chair.
Half a month later.
The azure sky had no clouds in sight.
The mirror-like lake reflected everything around it.
Freya sat on the island. Beside her was a square table made of compacted earth, adorned with some delicious desserts.
A thick black-covered book was held in her hands as she quietly observed.
Suddenly, a large bubble emerged from the surface of the lake.
With a pop, Freya closed the book and stared intently at the lake's surface.
"Is it coming out?"
A green streak suddenly flashed through her eyes, creating a ripple across the water.
Looking at the green figure, Freya's serious expression revealed a hint of joy.
She walked to the edge of the island, extended her arm, and opened her palm. A circle of azure slime shed from her body, gradually forming an azure humanoid figure identical to her.
Watching the elemental clone emerge, Freya pointed at the green figure darting around in the lake.
"Catch it for me!"
The clone nodded lightly and then transformed back into a large mass of Azure Liquid, sinking into the water.
Bang, bang, bang.
Large white waves occasionally erupted from the lake's surface.
The clone, formed from wind elements, maintained its speed even underwater.
After waiting for two minutes, with a splash, the elemental clone flew up from the lake's surface.
In its chest, a green snake no thicker than a finger curled up weakly, seemingly trembling in fear.
The snake was half a meter long, with rare deep blue eyes filled with fear, and a layer of translucent membrane clung to its body.
"The Colbera King Snake has finally succeeded!"
Seeing the snake's appearance and feeling a faint resonance with the legacy, Freya felt an indescribable excitement within her.
However, just as she was about to touch the snake, she suddenly frowned slightly.
"Wait, without mental energy, does it not have its own thoughts?"
Previously, many Mud Pythons she had cultivated possessed a small amount of mental energy shortly after birth; this was an instinctive gift of Ancient Beasts, a survival skill.
But this mutated King Cobra had nothing at all.
"It seems like it relies solely on instinct like a wild beast. Is this the price of artificial catalysis?"
She gently shook her head. Although it lacked mental energy, the mutated Bloodline of the King Cobra was indeed real.
"I was originally planning to let it go and just absorb it."
After a pause, she opened her palm towards her clone, and the small green light in her palm slowly formed into a similar Green Serpent that delved into the clone's body.
The Green Serpent quickly coiled around and then forcefully pulled toward Freya's palm.
"Hiss"
The physical Green Serpent slowly entered Freya's body, and then Freya began to absorb the Royal Serpent Bloodline according to the methods outlined in the Ancient Inheritance.
Streams of green blood were injected into her body, causing her deep blue eyes to gradually be veiled by a layer of green light.
Freya instinctively raised her head as intense pain surged from within her.
This was the initial transformation of the Bloodline upon herself; the unavoidable pain spread throughout her body.
Freya felt her physical condition rapidly deteriorating, the powerful strength she had gained from the King Cobra absorption technique was being absorbed back into her own blood.
As the blood absorbed, a mark resembling a coiled Green Serpent appeared on her right palm.
In Freya's mind, scenes of inherited memories were once again triggered.
Azure Sea, Gray Swamp, the earth was tearing apart, and suddenly a pitch-black rift appeared in the sky, with bizarre and powerful creatures crashing into this world.
The entire world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of purple haze, as numerous beings not belonging to this world ravaged and slaughtered.
Then one massive Native Creature after another fought back against them.
The once fertile land was thrown into disarray by such intense battles, even the sea was stirred, and the continents crumbled.
But these creatures were also cast into the enormous rift in the void.
"Void Darkness will once again descend upon this beautiful world!" echoed countless overlapping evil voices throughout the realm.
"Seek the meaning of survival, guard the mission of Inheritance Swamp."
Her gaze swept far away, passing through vast forests, towering mountains, and wide rivers, traversing everything.
Then her entire body was placed high in the air, where a lush green wetland appeared before Freya at the boundary with the ocean.
Within it, a gigantic Green Serpent coiled in the wetland, gazing at her with a tranquil and peaceful expression.
'Whoosh!'
The sensation of weightlessness enveloped her, and her vision immediately fell into darkness.
After an unknown period of time, Freya awoke from the darkness, opening her eyes.
The glaring sunlight shone down on her, causing her to instinctively raise her hand to shield herself.
But when the Green Serpent mark appeared before her eyes, Freya was momentarily stunned.
"Is this the Bloodline of the King Cobra?"
A flood of memories surged back into her mind, making it hard for Freya to believe for a moment.
"Those things are not illusions?"
The shattered scenes of the beast war and the enormous wetland that was larger than the entire Cloud City were vividly imprinted in her mind.
"Legacy of the Mission"
Her gaze swept around; the lake gently rippled in the breeze, and in the distance, she could vaguely see her white estate among the dense trees.
Freya instinctively touched the King Cobra Mark on her palm.
"Those fragments of memory belong to the King Cobra."
She vaguely felt that while accepting this legacy, she seemed to have also taken on the will of the King Cobra.
In a daze, she thought of the Storm Leviathan in Sky City. According to Shirley, it was a king that had lost its meaning. (To be continued...)
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