Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 947

Chapter 947: Part 1: Star University Chapter 947: Part 1: Star University From MC’s Perspective: As the Essence Transformation drew to a close, I felt a surge of power ripple through my body.

The process had been intense, but now, with it complete, I turned my focus to the Blood Element Method.

With each breath, I guided the blood energies into my veins, feeling them flow like a river of molten heat.

As the energy circulated, I continued running the method, carefully manipulating it through the intricate channels of my body.

A strange sensation settled into my bones, an undeniable sign that they were becoming stronger.

It wasn’t just a physical change; something far more profound was happening.

Small runes began to etch themselves onto my crimson skeleton, one by one, as if being inscribed by some ancient force.

The runes pulsated with an eerie rhythm, each pulse sending a wave of energy through my body.

It was as though they were in tune with my very heartbeat, but the sensation was unsettling, like a constant thrum of danger just beneath the surface.

I could feel that the threshold of a breakthrough was close.

Every cell in my body hummed with energy.

If I continued this intense practice for just a few more days, I might finally break through to the SSS-Elite Rank.

The power of my blood cultivation was nearing its peak, but my lightning essence cultivation wasn’t far behind.

It was almost as if the two elements were racing each other, pushing me toward evolution.

While I was absorbed in my practice, I could faintly hear Clinton and Sally discussing the other warriors.

They were keeping a close watch on everyone, monitoring how the warriors were adapting to the intense environment.

I opened my eyes briefly to take in the scene.

Most of them were struggling but enduring.

Some, the quicker ones, had managed to adjust without incident.

But others were not so fortunate.

A few had misjudged the process and now coughed up blood, their faces pale with the strain.

Clinton’s face tightened with displeasure as he observed the weaker ones.

His sharp eyes scanned the group before he shook his head, his tone grim.

“I don’t know if these warriors have the potential to become the next generation of strongmen,” he said.

His voice held a mix of frustration and resolve.

The weight of their world’s danger was on his shoulders.

He knew the Top Powerhouses of the Tier-4 Region were watching closely, and it was their responsibility to keep producing stronger warriors.

This time, however, they were forced to select warriors from the inner post region, far from the elite ranks of their regions.

Clinton understood that this would be a monumental challenge, not only for the warriors but for the future of their world.

Beside him, Sally sighed, worry etched across her face.

Her concerns mirrored Clinton’s, though her eyes held a deeper fear for the future.

But as her gaze shifted across the group, her eyes caught on me, and something changed.

Suddenly, her expression lit up with surprise.

“Zack…” she whispered to herself, clearly intrigued by what she saw.

She tried to inspect him more closely, and she was probing him.

Her eyes narrowed as they fell on the purple lightning essence within him.

It was dense and strong, the kind of essence that was far beyond the ordinary.

She could see its distinct color a dark purple, the characteristic of the rarest and most powerful lightning essence found in this region.

But what really caught her attention was my blood-red skeleton, now glowing with a deeper shade, as more ancient runes etched themselves across it.

The Blood Element Method he was cultivating was not a common one.

It had roots in something far older and more mysterious than the techniques most people knew.

Clinton noticed Sally’s gaze lingering on me and followed her line of sight.

When his eyes landed on me, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

His typically stoic expression softened for a moment, replaced with a look of acknowledgment.

“Do you think they’ll let him accept the inheritance?” Clinton asked quietly, his tone suddenly more serious.

Sally’s eyes widened in shock.

She knew Clinton had high hopes for Zack, but the idea of me receiving the inheritance was startling.

Inheritance wasn’t something handed out to just any genius; it was reserved for the absolute cream of the crop.

The most talented among the talented.

“I’m optimistic about his future as well,” Sally replied, regaining her composure.

“But don’t you think that’s too far off for him?

He still has a long way to go before he even reaches the Black Mark Warrior Rank.” Clinton’s lips curled into a knowing smile, one that suggested he saw something beyond what others could see.

“Our university is not lacking in resources, Sally.” His voice was filled with quiet confidence.

“If he becomes a personal disciple of one of the elders, he’ll have everything he needs to grow.

With that kind of support, it’ll only be a matter of time before he touches the Black Mark Warrior Rank.” Clinton’s gaze flickered briefly, as if thinking of what might come after.

“But reaching Black Mark is only the beginning.

The real difficulties await him after that,” he said cryptically.

Sally didn’t respond immediately, her eyes drifting back to Zack.

Whatever Clinton saw, she couldn’t deny that my progress was unlike the others.

But inheritance or not, the path ahead would be filled with trials, and she wasn’t sure what awaited him at the end of it.

Meanwhile, For now, I focused on my cultivation, knowing that each day brought me closer to a power I was only beginning to understand.

About two hours later, the final pulses of transformation subsided.

My body, along with the other 300 warriors, had undergone a fundamental change.

I could feel it in my bones, muscles, and even my blood the essence that had entered me was now a part of my very being.

As we rose to our feet, there was a collective sense of both relief and newfound power, though the intensity of the process still lingered in the air.

Each warrior’s expression reflected a different story: some appeared invigorated, while others looked like they had barely survived.

We moved in unison, making our way back to the space ship that had brought us here.

Its sleek, metallic hull gleamed under the soft artificiality of the training area, reflecting the energy from the surroundings.

As the last of us boarded, the ship’s doors slid shut with a quiet hiss.

Swoosh!

The faint hum of the engines soon became a steady, powerful roar as the ship lifted off the ground and soared into the sky.

Through the large windows, I could see the vast landscape below shrink rapidly as we ascended into the air.

The green terrain was quickly replaced by an expanse of stars and clouds, but my mind was elsewhere processing the changes that had just occurred inside me.

The runes, the lightning, the blood energy, all of it felt more intense, more alive, like a reservoir of power waiting to be unleashed.

One hour later, we entered the airspace of Star University, and the view from the ship took my breath away.

The university was unlike anything I had ever seen.

It stretched across a massive expanse of land, covering thousands of miles.

Towering sky-rise buildings dotted the landscape, each a marvel of architecture, their sleek, futuristic designs gleaming in the sunlight.

Between the buildings, I spotted vast gardens filled with lush greenery, trees, and vibrant flowers that seemed to glow with an ethereal light.

The beauty was almost overwhelming, and it contrasted sharply with the harsh, grueling training we had just endured.

Scattered throughout the university were numerous lakes, their waters crystal-clear, reflecting the sky like enormous mirrors.

The serene beauty of these lakes was a stark contrast to the power coursing through my veins.

It felt strange to be in a place so tranquil after what we had just experienced.

There was a sacred aura that seemed to hang over the entire campus, almost as if the air itself was imbued with the accumulated wisdom and power of generations of warriors.

The aura wasn’t just something you felt, it was something you breathed in, a calming force that reminded you that this was no ordinary place.

Star University was a bastion of knowledge and strength, a place where only the most talented and determined could thrive.

From the outside, the university looked peaceful, almost idyllic, but I knew that beneath this calm exterior lay a place of incredible challenge and competition.

Those who lived here were not just students, they were warriors, and geniuses, all vying for power, status, and survival.

This was a place where strength was not just encouraged, it was demanded.

As the ship slowly descended, I felt a mixture of excitement and unease.

Star University was beautiful, yes, but it was also a place where only the strongest would rise to the top.

There would be no room for weakness here.

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