Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 913

Chapter 913: Touching the physique barrier Chapter 913: Touching the physique barrier From MC’s Perspective: The following day arrived, bringing with it the familiar rhythm of my daily cultivation.

As always, I began by entering the Essence Chamber.

The cool, sterile air greeted me as I stepped through the threshold, the door behind me closing with a soft hiss of finality.

I approached the console, fingers moving with practiced precision as I activated the chamber.

A deep hum vibrated through the room as the chamber powered up, and soon, the soft glow of white world energy began to fill the space around me, swirling like a living mist.

I took my place in the center of the platform, the cold metal beneath me grounding my thoughts.

Sitting cross-legged, I removed the storage ring from my finger, feeling the weight of the new pills inside.

Slowly, I began withdrawing the boxes, placing each one in front of me with reverence.

Among them, a small red pill caught my eye-rare and expensive, a luxury even for seasoned cultivators.

Without hesitation, I picked up the pill, its surface gleaming under the chamber’s light, and swallowed it in one swift motion.

Almost immediately, I felt the pill dissolve within me, releasing a surge of energy unlike anything I’d felt before.

The blood element method stirred within me, and I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to its flow.

Suddenly, the familiar runes of my blood element flickered into life, pulsing in chaotic patterns.

The red energy from the pill coursed through my veins, hot and fierce.

I could feel the energy, potent and raw, being absorbed by my cells, as if every fiber of my being was greedily drinking in its power.

The richness of the pill’s essence-crafted from rare herbs and fruits-poured through me, enhancing my flesh, blood, and tendons at a staggering pace.

My body buzzed with vitality as each part of me grew stronger.

At the same time, the ambient blood energy in the chamber began to seep into my body, merging with the red energy from the pill.

The sensation was overwhelming-like a river of molten life-force flowing into my bloodstream.

Above my blood vessels, a radiant red glow began to form, gradually converting the foreign blood energy into something even more mysterious: pure, white energy.

The transformation was awe-inspiring.

The white energy, though subtle, carried with it an undeniable power.

I could feel it sinking deep into my bones, fortifying my very skeleton.

My entire exoskeleton was now bathed in red light, but the white energy coursed beneath the surface, silently reinforcing my bones.

Although there was no visible change, I knew, instinctively, that my bones had grown impervious to damage.

Only someone of a vastly higher power could hope to break them now.

The pain that accompanied this transformation was excruciating, a deep, burning ache that seemed to radiate from my very marrow.

But the excitement bubbling within me overshadowed the agony.

I was growing stronger-so much stronger.

With each passing second, I could feel the shift in my body, the evolution of my power.

Time became irrelevant as I continued to cultivate, lost in the flow of energy, oblivious to the world outside.

There was nothing but the hum of the chamber, the thrum of power coursing through me, and the steady pulse of my blood element technique pushing me toward new heights.

The pain was a distant whisper now, drowned out by the sheer exhilaration of my transformation.

A few hours later, a subtle shift in the energy coursing through me made me pause.

There it was-the barrier.

It was faint but undeniable, like a solid wall just beyond my reach.

A wave of relief surged through me, sweeping away the exhaustion that had built up over hours of cultivation.

After such a long and grueling effort, I had finally touched the barrier for body strength.

The culmination of my patience, focus, and those rare, expensive body-strengthening pills had begun to bear fruit.

I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction, my body still buzzing with energy, though the effects were beginning to ebb.

The white world energy swirling around me was thinning, signaling that the peak of my cultivation session was past.

Glancing toward the ceiling, I guessed it was nearing nightfall.

I could feel the pull of rest tugging at me, but excitement overshadowed it.

Now that I had touched the barrier, breaking through it would only be a matter of time.

With a little more focus, a little more refinement, it would shatter, and my body would ascend to new levels of strength.

Exhaling deeply, I slowly opened my eyes, the soft glow of the chamber’s light casting a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled in my vision during cultivation.

The first thing I saw was the array of empty pill boxes scattered before me.

Their contents, once so precious, were now coursing through my blood, their power woven into the very fabric of my body.

A few boxes still remained, though-the ones that held rare fruits and herbs.

My gaze lingered on them, uncertainty creeping into my mind.

Should I consume them directly, or would they require preparation?

Their potent aura suggested they held immense power, but I wasn’t yet sure how best to tap into it.

Pushing aside those thoughts for now, I slowly stood up.

My muscles, though filled with energy, felt sore from the strain of the intense cultivation session.

I stretched briefly, feeling the subtle but profound changes in my body-a new density to my bones, a tautness in my muscles that hadn’t been there before.

I walked over to the console, the soft hum of the Essence Chamber still thrumming in the air.

My fingers moved across the control panel, and with a final press, the chamber began to power down.

The swirling white energy dissipated, retreating back into the ether, leaving the room in stillness.

As the machinery shut off, I felt the calm settle over me.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but I was ready.

The barrier was within reach now, and soon, it would be nothing but a shattered memory.

…

Meanwhile, the tense atmosphere surrounding the Grage Family Estate began to ease, returning to a semblance of normalcy.

However, the change was marked by a noticeable shift in their behavior-they had stopped receiving any guests.

Word of this spread quickly, fueling curiosity and concern among the neighboring families.

Whispers circulated about what could have transpired to cause such isolation.

The once open doors of the Grage Family had now been firmly shut, leaving visitors to return home disappointed and without answers.

Inside the estate, Alnod, the family head, remained withdrawn, his pride wounded and his hands tied.

How could he face the other families after what had occurred?

He knew the weight of his family’s actions and the consequences they had triggered.

To open the doors would mean confronting uncomfortable questions, questions that Alnod was not ready to answer.

As a result, the Grage Family became an enigma, a house cloaked in silence.

But the silence itself was an answer.

The other families began piecing together rumors, sensing that something much larger was at play.

It was no secret that the Grage Family had somehow drawn the ire of the Federation Head, a figure of immense power and influence.

This knowledge alone was enough to send a ripple of fear through the local aristocracy.

Those who had once played their petty political games, attempting to undermine or outmaneuver the Grage Family, now thought better of it.

They quickly withdrew their small schemes, biding their time in the hopes that the storm would pass.

No one wanted to risk provoking the same wrath.

…

Lowell Castle: Inside the stately walls of Lowell Castle, the air was much different.

Lowell, seated in his opulent study, received a steady stream of reports.

Each one detailed the ongoing fallout from the Grage Family’s predicament.

Standing before him was Jonathan, his most trusted advisor, a sly smile on his face as he delivered the latest news.

“Master,” Jonathan began, his voice carrying a note of amusement, “the Grage Family has stopped accepting guests.” Lowell’s gaze didn’t waver from the document he was reviewing, but a cold, satisfied snort escaped him.

“Harumph,” he grunted, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled in thought.

He allowed himself a moment of silence before speaking again.

“Others may be curious, eager to uncover the details of what transpired.

The fact that they’re being met with closed doors, unanswered questions-this will only deepen their unease.

And rightfully so.” His voice was low, but there was a palpable amusement in it, as if he were savoring the discomfort of his rivals.

Lowell’s lips curled into a slight smile, the expression far from warm.

“The news must have sent chills down their spines,” he continued, his tone now laced with satisfaction.

“This is a good thing.

It will stop others from entertaining foolish ideas-at least for the time being.” He pondered Zack Lockwood, envisioning his student diligently cultivating right now.

Thinking about it, he smiled.

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