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Chapter 1093 Transformation

For a people whose entire existence had been one of slavery for nearly a million years, this feeling inside of them soothed the ache that had kept them bound for all these years, and they no longer called themselves Blood Bound, but Blood Blessed.

Within their bloodline was not a curse but a blessing. One that was powerful enough to break the chains that the Ascendants had placed over them.

This became more clear when news about what happened underground reached the surface, and the changes within the bodies of the vanguards who fought against the serpent Calamities were shown.

This caused a great surge of emotion to run across the Blood Bounds and many surged underground for the chance to battle and grow strong but It did not take long for them to discover that the undergrounds were empty.

All the caverns that led into the earth usually filled with serpent Calamities were gone and newer calamities were being born but these were the normal sort of monsters that could be found in any random continent.

Any other time, this would have been met with celebration, but now the Blood Blessed craved power, and it was painful for them to have lost an easy method of gaining power, but soon this pain was pushed aside when they discovered that killing normal Calamities also helped in refining the Blessed Blood in their veins, although not as efficiently as the vanguard claimed them gained from killing serpent Calamities.

This was still good news, and a strange scene swept through the continent where Calamities became scarce. The Blood Blessed hardly uses Aura in battle, and with the awakening of their Blood that consumes any sort of Aura generated in their bodies, it was hard for Calamities to be born in the Continent and only those spawned in the darkness underground were available.

A new rationing system was created just for this reason alone so that the hunt for Calamities could be distributed among the population. It was a good thing that the Blood Blessed had a great ruling system among themselves as the Elders came together to quickly make these new laws to guide their budding society.


The organization of the Blood Slaves was taken apart, hidden resources, weapons, tools and so many riches they had acquired after so many years were collected, and the Elders came together and began the first formation of a hidden army.

Food for the first time in millennia became available to all because they now had the time and energy to create massive farms underneath the earth, plus with their impressive constitution, they never needed much sustenance to survive.

The goal of the Elders was to bring back all the Blood Blessed spread across the land back to their continent, and using the connection of the Blood Slaves, they began to slowly return their people to their homes.

After three months, the powers of the majority of the Blood Blessed had reached a ceiling, even their children.

Using the Deific Rank as a baseline, every Blood Blessed had reached that level, their blood was continually refined by the Calamity Auras from the beasts they slaughtered and the passive growth of their power daily ensured that even the weakest among them would get stronger just by living their day to day life.

Rowan would have recognized the first Blood Blessed that discovered the method of growing stronger, it was Young Po, the boy who brought him bread and whose shape he had once taken to reach underground.

The young child always had a sensitive spirit, greater than most mortals Rowan had come across, and so it was he who first discovered the seven-pointed star in his heart and began cultivating the power of his bloodline.

Like all Blood Blessed his body seemed to have reached a limit to how much power it could hold, his new powerful blood had been refined countless times, and when he touched the seven-pointed star in his heart, a new world awakened inside him.

It was said that the roar of Young Po was heard for miles as a child of eight years old, not more than four feet tall, transformed into a golden giant.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om



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