My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 424: Preparation of original races
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The throng of people divided before Ethan, parting as dramatically as the legendary Red Sea. He advanced directly to Rose and her sibling. His presence had shifted from ferocity to a soothing calm, reminiscent of a light wind.
"I'm heading out now," Ethan declared, his words flowing evenly without the icy edge he'd unleashed on the dragons.
He gazed at Rose, a tender yet puzzling grin curving his mouth.
"Lady Zara, come to my tower tomorrow. I've got a unique gift waiting for you."
Without pausing for an answer, he offered a courteous dip of his head to the group and then faded away in a faint ripple of the atmosphere.
Ethan understood that revealing the Bloodline Refining Technique was like hurling a rock into still waters.
Those waves were destined to swell into a massive surge.
The upcoming auction would draw far more than just regional rulers. It would summon the Source Authority powerhouses, the ancient terrors of existence who had endured from the universe's beginning.
He had to get back to his tower.
To confront such entities, relying on simple deceptions wouldn't suffice.
He required something utterly unbeatable.
Even should the Source Authorities skip this event, he'd craft rewards of such mythic allure that they'd be forced to beg at his gates for the following one.
Once Ethan departed, the stifling standoff shattered at last.
Zara was the initial one to draw in a sharp breath, her cheeks glowing with thrill.
"Isn't he just the coolest?" she inquired, glancing toward her relatives.
Erina bobbed her head vigorously, like a pecking bird.
"Yeah, yeah! He's the most awesome guy I've ever laid eyes on. Remember how he stayed unflinching even as that dragon burst apart?"
Yet Anna and Elina stayed quiet.
Their eyes fixed on the place where Ethan had disappeared.
A peculiar, persistent feeling stirred within their hearts, blending reverence, dread, and an indefinable emotion deeper still.
It resembled a maternal urge, though they couldn't pinpoint why it gripped them so.
Rose remained still, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the area on her waist where Zara had nudged her.
"Zara, make sure to head to the tower tomorrow," Rose whispered, her tone hushed.
"Arrive on time. I'm certain you'll receive an invaluable treasure simply from his proximity."
"Sis, you're really sold on him, huh?" Zara teased, her gaze sparkling with playful intent.
"Got a crush? Is our frosty Saintess at last smitten by a devilish figure?"
"Quit spouting rubbish, you imp," Rose rebuked.
Even as a faint quiver in her words revealed more.
She pivoted to exit the gathering hall, her thoughts swirling with the far-reaching effects of the announced auction.
Before reaching the doorway, the Lightning Dragon elders obstructed her way.
Arrogance had vanished from their expressions.
Instead, urgent avarice hid behind a veneer of civility.
"Congratulations to Lady Rose on ascending as the Leading Saintess," one Eternal Sovereign stated, beaming broadly.
"Yet the realm holds many perils. Care to join our Lightning Dragon lineage?"
"We'd grant you the position of Line Empress. Every asset we possess would be at your command."
Ere Rose could respond, Melida surged ahead, shielding her like a vigilant guardian.
Her frosty energy surged outward.
"Are you aiming to ignite war with our Ice Dragon clan?" Melida snarled.
"If so, let's have it. We're ready to battle if you attempt to lure away our Saintess."
"She's spot on," a resonant voice thundered across the chamber.
"We'll unleash war upon you if you utter such provocations once more."
A mature man bearing cascading silver locks and gaze like iced gems materialized next to Melida.
This was Mr. Harrow, a formidable senior from the Ice Dragon lineage.
"Oh, come now, Mr. Harrow," the Lightning Dragon elder chuckled.
Unfazed by the warning.
"Planning to hoard all the gains solo? Everyone noticed Mr. Hunt's interest in her."
"Hahaha, we're fortunate for that attention," Mr. Harrow bellowed with mirth.
His tone brimming with arrogance.
"What if we arrange unions among our youths?" the Lightning elder proposed.
"It could bolster ties between our clans."
Mr. Harrow composed himself and weighed the suggestion.
"Why entertain that? It'd plainly harm our side."
"These alliances often yield tainted lineages."
"Data indicates just a 0.1% likelihood of birthing a twin-pure bloodline from such pairings."
"We don't rely on your aid."
The Lightning elder bent closer, his whisper urgent.
"Accept, and we'll unlock the Lightning Valley for Ice Dragon elites to train within."
Mr. Harrow's gaze sharpened at once.
The Lightning Valley stood as a fabled domain harboring seven varieties of Primordial Lightning.
It formed the core of the Lightning Dragons' famed resilience.
"You mean it?" Mr. Harrow questioned gravely.
"Absolutely," the elder affirmed with a nod.
"Fine, I'll confer with the rest," Harrow replied.
He faced Rose next, offering a respectful bow—a honor typically saved for the Emperor alone.
"Saintess, the Emperor's decree arrived. Feel free to draw on all imperial assets for your kin."
"Starting now, I'll serve as your dedicated protector, together with Melida."
He grasped the reality.
Rose served as the vital link to Ethan Hunt.
And that connection outweighed the worth of the whole dominion.
The tidings of Ethan Hunt extended beyond the Dragon World.
They ripped across the cosmos itself.
In the Origin Demon World:
A majestic assembly convened inside an obsidian cathedral.
Five Source Authority Progenitors occupied lofty seats.
"This demon Ethan Hunt... suspicions point to him being an Origin Demon," one Progenitor growled deeply.
"To which lineage does he tie?"
"Lord," an Eternal Sovereign demon answered, quaking.
"We've scoured all noble houses. No trace of him in our archives."
"Just 'that' prohibited zone stays unexplored."
"Entry to the Land of the Ancients is barred to us."
"It's feasible," the Progenitor pondered.
"Lucifer ventured to the dragon realm for details but remains silent."
"Solely that bloodline could forge god-tier serums."
"Amass our fortunes. We'll enter the auction."
"His identity must be unveiled."
In the World of the Genesis Vampires:
The air hung heavy with chill.
"Sire, our coffers are set. When shall we depart?" the emperor queried.
The Vampire Progenitor lounged in shadows, quaffing a scarlet elixir.
"At dawn."
"Secure another 5 trillion."
"Ensure that refining method lands squarely in our grasp."
"Transforming thralls to pure-blooded kin would secure eternal dominion over the darkness."
In the Primordial Phoenix World:
A vision of splendor, a woman, positioned amid a blaze that never dimmed.
"Your Majesty, we've collected sufficient Nirvana Fluid and currency for the purchase."
"Excellent," the Phoenix Progenitor responded.
A cryptic grin adorned her features.
"We set off immediately."
"I yearn to encounter this 'enigmatic demon' bold enough to reshape blood's edicts."
"He's either a madman, or the era's rising overlord."
Nearly fifty primal races bordering the Dragon World caught wind of the imminent auction.
A pivotal epoch was on the verge of unfolding, and each craved to etch their legacy by claiming that coveted technique.
However, not every faction planned fair contest.
Certain ones already honed their blades in secrecy, poised to ambush from the dark.
Payment held no appeal for them.
They sought to plunder the method, seize destiny's reins, and ascend as unchallenged rulers of tomorrow—all for free.