From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 66 The Authority of Thought, Dimensional Lords, Dangerous World

If the first mark was still related to the physical body, then from the second mark onwards, the marks gradually became more abstract.

It must be connected to the soul or to authority.

These are often abstract concepts; their specific meaning depends on the individual.

Some people use scars to convey concepts, while others use the light within their skulls to symbolize wisdom; these can all be marks.

Modiben was struggling with how to condense the second mark when Tupa unexpectedly gave him a great gift.

authority.

After devouring it, the Mind Seed in its Gluttony form extracted the authority it had mentioned.

It symbolizes the authority to interfere with thought.

"By the way, why would an artificially created mind monster possess something called authority?"

He closed his dragon eyes, carefully sensing the spiritual realm that enveloped the town.

Could its authority derive from the spiritual realm?

The spiritual world was discovered unintentionally by the Bridge Builders Association; it exists only on a spiritual level.

Neither they nor Tupa knew much about it.

After Tupa descended into the material world, it transformed this spiritual world into its domain.

Perhaps that's true; the spirit encompasses a wide range of aspects, including the soul and thought.

With Tupa dead, the territory he left behind became ownerless.

"No, how can you say it's unclaimed?" Modi slapped his forehead, excitedly saying, "Isn't this the legacy Brother Tu left me?"

Because he wields power, he has the highest authority in the spiritual realm.

How can someone like him not be a legitimate owner of the spiritual realm?

More importantly, this spiritual realm can be used to solidify the second imprint.

"Wait, did I forget something?"

Opening its eyes, the ice dragon crouched on the ground, its wings folded, its thick, long tail swinging casually, slapping against the frozen ground.

The icy fog that had enveloped Orlando had dissipated, and the layers upon layers of corpses had vanished.

They are mind monsters by nature, and they will soon disappear after they die.

"Oh, right, David, and my car too."

He flapped his wings and flew out of town.

It took some time to find David, and then he drove back to town.

"Was this place hit by a blizzard?"

David had finally come to accept the fact that he could turn into a dragon, but now, seeing the ruins of Orlando, his heart was in his throat again.

"More or less."

Modi recounted what had just happened to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'll be staying here for a while longer, so find yourself somewhere warm to stay."

After saying that, he left David alone.

Standing at his own front door, David suddenly felt a sense of loss and change.

In just a few hours, Orlando was reduced to ruins.

Thinking back on the happy times I had here... uh, it seems like that didn't happen.

He could only think of Orlando's xenophobia and the townspeople throwing garbage and wastewater at him, and then suddenly it seemed like there was nothing to regret.

Town centre.

Modi sat cross-legged, the lingering cold wind brushing against his face, which only made him feel more energetic.

He is using his spiritual sense, this all-purpose tool, to analyze the authority he received from Tupa.

He dared not use it casually before he had figured it out.

He feared that he would become a kind of deity or god of worship.

"The bad news is that this authority is tied to the spiritual realm, not the authority of the ancient gods. The good news is that I plan to take the spiritual realm with me as well."

He was not surprised by this.

"Authority is the gateway to the spiritual realm, through which my consciousness can intervene in the spiritual realm."

The concept of spiritual awareness brought him immense convenience.

Ordinary people with extraordinary abilities cannot project their spirit outwards, let alone interfere with a spiritual world.

The spirit permeates the authority, reaching the very core of the spiritual realm.

In an instant, a flood of information overwhelmed his mind.

His breath caught in his throat for a moment, and the next instant, he severed his connection with the spiritual realm.

"The core of the spiritual realm is too complex and vast. I need some special methods to condense it into a second imprint."

He thought of a type of being called a "Dimensional Lord".

Each of these beings controls at least one independent dimension. They are often knowledgeable and powerful... Of course, there are also relatively weak ones.

Most importantly, they exist as beings from another dimension and can be summoned by rituals in the Book of Demons.

Dimensional lords are mostly happy to accept the summons, as it brings them new knowledge.

He happened to know what the runes of some dimensional lords looked like; these things were like their phone numbers, and magic circles were like phone numbers.

"Good-tempered, not too strong, and very knowledgeable. I happen to know someone like that... even if it's just in a game."

With a plan in mind, Mordi immediately began preparing everything needed for the summoning.

First, draw a magic circle according to the records in the Book of Demons.

The material used for the drawing is the blood of a demon from another dimension, whose blood is highly compatible with the ritual.

The original soup is used to digest the original food.

"Finally, there is the seal, the seal symbolizing the Azure Lord 'Virant'."

Azure Lord Vilant is an easy-going and trustworthy dimensional lord with extensive knowledge, but compared to other dimensional lords, his strength is not particularly great.

He is at a crucial stage in the formation of the seventh mark, and is an immortal being in the process of forming.

Once the talisman was completed, Modi began chanting incantations loudly.

He used the language of dragons, a language naturally imbued with extraordinary power, making it perfect for performing rituals.

Of course, there is one premise.

The target of the summon cannot be someone who hates dragons, otherwise it will have the opposite effect.

The magic circle began to glow, and a cobalt blue light shone on Modi's face.

A powerful consciousness established a connection with him.

The summoning was successful.

"Dragon language... I never expected that the one who summoned me would be a dragon descendant."

A figure appeared in the center of the magic circle. He was wearing a blue mage's robe and a large wizard's hat. His cobalt blue eyes were fixed on the summoner.

With just one glance, he could determine the summoner's class.

"Hello, fellow dragonblood mage who has also embarked on the path of mages. My name is Vilant, and I'm sure you've already heard of me."

"Of course, Your Excellency Azure Lord, Your name is known throughout the realms, and you are the object of my learning and admiration... By the way, my name is Mormontis."

Modi bowed slightly, performing the ritual of a mage from the continent of Itniti.

"This courtesy... Are you from the Eternal Continent?"

Lord Vilant widened his eyes slightly, and his tone became much more friendly.

The Eternal Continent is actually another name for the continent of Eternity.

"It seems we come from the same world, perhaps we're even from the same hometown."

He returned the same greeting as the monk, without any intention of pressing the matter further.

Everyone has their own secrets, and asking too many questions will only make people feel annoyed.

Of course, the main reason is that he has a good personality and is kind to others.

"Alright, tell me your purpose. Why did you summon me?" he asked bluntly.

"I'd like to ask you a question: how does one condense a miniature spiritual dimension into their own imprint?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Virant's brow twitched, and he raised the face hidden under the wizard's hat to give him a serious look.

Modi felt as if he had been seen through.

"Hmm, no wonder you're so bold, it turns out you've also minored in a type of spiritual martial arts... Alright, make your bid, you should know the rules."

He crossed his arms and waited for the summoner to make a bid.

"How about this one?"

Modi forced out a drop of crystal-clear blue blood, waiting for Vilant to speak.

The Azure Lord took a closer look and immediately realized the extraordinary nature of the drop of blood. He then examined it more closely.

"This is... the magical legacy of the Frostbite Giant Spider?"

"Only a part of it."

"I see, that explains why it was incomplete."

Vilan nodded and waved his hand to collect the drop of blood.

"Although I don't know how you obtained these inheritances, I agree to your offer."

Even if it's just a fragmented inheritance of magic, it's still the legacy of a legendary race.

Its value probably surpasses even the method he was about to provide.

"I have three methods. The first is to abandon the physical body and I will help you enter the spiritual plane with your soul, turning it into an imprint, and at the same time, become a plane lord."

But the cost is also obvious: you will be limited by the potential of that plane and trapped within it.

Modi shook his head; he didn't want to do that.

This body possesses ancient blood, which is far more valuable than a mere spiritual realm.

"The second method is for me to personally insert a spiritual dimension into your body and help you condense it into a mark."

Modi remained silent, clearly waiting for what would follow.

"The third method is to teach you a spell so that you can condense this plane into a mark yourself, but you need to reach the core of the plane to do this."

I bet ten astral crystals you'd choose this one.

"I'll choose the third option," Modi said without hesitation.

After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said and looked at Vilant, who had a strange expression on his face.

"Looks like I guessed right. Alright, I'll teach you the spell now."

Virant suddenly had a staff in his hand, which he lightly tapped on the ground.

The magical knowledge called "Purple Mansion Concentration Talisman" appeared in Mo Di's mind.

It also includes helpful notes from Vilant.

Exactly, the name doesn't match its art style.

"Is its prototype a kind of immortal magic?" Modi asked.

"That's right, I traded this to another dimensional lord. Oh, he claims to be the lord of some blessed land."

After the deal was completed, Virant's tone became much lighter.

"I modified it to better suit the mage class... By the way, is there anything else you need?"

Modi thought for a moment, then casually asked, "Do you have any information about this world?"

"This world? Oh, let me see... This world looks like it's been gnawed by insects?"

He looked pained, organized his thoughts, and then said:

"For the sake of your inherited blood, I will not charge extra for the following content."

Listen, young dragonblood mage, this world is dangerous. Its surface is riddled with holes, as if eaten away by insects.

Many malevolent dimensions are clinging to the surface of this world, trying to blend in. I suggest you leave as soon as possible.

Is this world really that dangerous?

Modi was also startled, and said gratefully, "Thank you for reminding me."

"You're welcome. The bloodline you provided is worth this price. If there are any further transactions in the future, feel free to contact me again."

With a wave of his hand, Vilant's figure blurred and he left this world.

The cobalt blue light disappeared, and the magic circle stopped operating.

Only Modi remained standing in the cold wind, digesting the new knowledge he had acquired.