Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 478:Mythic Rank

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Randall and the Black Thorns venture into the dangerous frozen wilderness beyond Frostvele to investigate a mysterious danger. Meanwhile, a powerful woman with violet eyes awakens and learns of a live Draconic signature, dispatching a clone to retrieve its heart for her research.
In the meantime, at the Blanks, Ethan finalized his preparations before embarking on the subsequent phase of his training. He summoned Otlo to the chamber before commencing. The blacksmith arrived promptly, hands slick with sweat, a flicker of confusion in his eyes regarding the abrupt summons. Ethan surveyed the forge equipment within, gesturing toward several rune engravings adorning a weapon rack and the mana lamp installations. "These require your attention," Ethan stated with a calm demeanor, his finger tracing the intricate runic patterns. Otlo leaned in for a closer inspection. His eyes widened in surprise. "Lord… these are…" Ethan continued, elaborating, "The mana circulation here is suboptimal. This rune linkage is slightly askew, and the energy conduit is experiencing a mana leak before reaching the central mechanism." Otlo re-examined the structure, then turned to Ethan, his expression one of utter astonishment. "My lord… how were you able to discern that?" Ethan merely offered a shrug. "I recently achieved a breakthrough in my Mage level." Otlo nodded immediately, his gaze filled with admiration. "That certainly clarifies things." Though still astounded, Otlo posed no further questions and began taking rapid notes. After providing several directives on the necessary corrections, Ethan finally permitted him to depart. With Otlo gone, the chamber was enveloped in profound silence once more. Ethan slowly resumed his seated position in the room's center, inhaling deeply to center his mind. The moment had arrived. His focus sharpened on the system interface. "Divine Flame Extract." SWOOOSHHHH! The instant he issued the command, a resplendent golden flame materialized before him. It hovered serenely in the air for a brief interval before surging forward and passing directly through his forehead. In the subsequent moment, Ethan's body became rigid. Then, the agony struck. "AAAAHH!" Ethan cried out in sheer terror. An intense burning sensation erupted within his mind. "Hisss…!" "What the hell!" "Damn… damn!" He gripped his head with both hands, his entire frame convulsing uncontrollably. It felt as though his very brain had been plunged into a fiery inferno. The pain transcended the physical, originating from the deepest recesses of his consciousness. It was akin to a searing conflagration spreading through every fiber of his being as something forcefully infiltrated his soul. A piercing, screeching sensation resonated within his thoughts, like innumerable unseen needles relentlessly stabbing his mind. Sweat beaded on his brow. His breaths grew ragged and labored. Ethan clenched his jaw, striving to endure the torment. The golden flame gradually descended further into his consciousness. Then, abruptly, it reached the very core of his soul. For an instant, an absolute stillness descended. Following that, the flame blossomed. A radiant golden fire ignited within Ethan's soul, yet remarkably, it caused no destruction. Instead, it commenced purifying his soul. Layers of impurities were incinerated, leaving the core of his spirit increasingly lucid and robust. The burning sensation began to transform. No longer agonizing destruction, it now felt like an intense refinement. His soul grew stronger. More steadfast. More resilient. Ethan lost track of time; it seemed to cease existing as the golden flame ceaselessly honed his spiritual core. Eventually, the burning sensation started to subside. The golden flame settled peacefully within his soul. Ethan slowly opened his eyes, his breathing still heavy. "…That was insane," he murmured, wiping the sweat from his face. After regaining a measure of composure, Ethan retrieved the next reward: The Draconic Bloodline Potion. The crimson liquid within the vial emitted a faint shimmer, with traces of dark void energy swirling throughout. Ethan contemplated it for a moment before unhesitatingly downing the entire contents. BOOOOM! The instant the potion entered his body, a formidable surge of power exploded within him. "GRAAAAAHH!" Ethan bellowed, his muscles contracting fiercely as potent heat coursed through his entire being. His veins pulsed with a faint luminescence beneath his skin. Draconic energy began to suffuse his bloodstream, his bones resonating as his body rapidly acclimated to the new bloodline. Flashes of crimson flame erupted from his aura, accompanied by transient wisps of black void energy encircling him. Two distinct draconic forces commenced their amalgamation within his body. Ethan's roar reverberated throughout the chamber, shaking the very stone walls. "POUR THE KNIGHT INSIGHT!" "LET IT BLOOM!" In the subsequent moment, Ethan activated the final reward—the thousand years of Knight Insight. A colossal influx of combat knowledge and power flooded his mind. BOOOOM! The energy surged through his body like a tempestuous storm. His aura intensified, expanding outwards. The chamber quaked, and fissures snaked across the stone floor beneath him. Ethan threw his head back, erupting into a hearty laugh. "HELL YEAHHHH!"

While Ethan was engrossed in his breakthrough within the tranquil, secluded chamber, he had already entrusted another crucial mission to Rina.

Her specific assignment was to gather the exceptionally rare ores and materials needed for the creation of a specialized sword.

Regrettably, this undertaking proved to be anything but straightforward.

Following a detailed discussion with Mareti regarding the intricacies of the forging process, Ethan received a compelling suggestion. Mareti was convinced that by employing a specific confluence of materials, the sword could be elevated to an unprecedented level, potentially transforming into a ‘growth-type artifact’ capable of evolving alongside its wielder.

This intriguing prospect immediately captured Ethan's focus.

For a span of several days, Mareti meticulously studied the forging manual, subsequently adapting the initial design.

Ultimately, he compiled an exhaustive list and presented it to Rina.

The sheer length and complexity of the list induced a sense of fatigue in Rina.

The required core components alone caused Rina to feel a significant headache emerging.

The essential core materials stipulated were:

Star Dust Essence.

Ancient Dragon Heart.

Ancient Dragon Soul.

Beyond these paramount components, a multitude of supplementary materials were also specified, including Mithril, Adamantite, Rudium, Fire Essence Iron, Dystonia Stellium, the Legendary-grade Fire Elemental Gem known as Helbula, and Cosmic Sand.

While the majority of these supplementary materials, though rare, could conceivably be acquired through merchants or specialized trading networks, two particular items on the list appeared to be nearly unattainable.

Star Dust Essence.

And the Dragon Soul.

Rina pressed her forehead, her gaze fixed upon the daunting list.

"Dragon soul…"

she whispered softly.

"From where on this earth are we supposed to procure a dragon soul?"

Real dragons had not been sighted for close to a century.

The sole creature in the vicinity of the fortress that bore even a remote resemblance to a dragon was none other than Rathlos.

At that precise moment, Rathlos was occupied nearby, reviewing some documents. He abruptly ceased his activity when he detected Rina's unusual scrutiny.

He cleared his throat subtly and adjusted his spectacles.

"Milady… I believe a correction is in order," Rathlos stated with composure.

"While I do possess a draconic bloodline at the very end of my ancestral line, I am, fundamentally, still a wyvern."

"One cannot alter their fundamental species."

Rina's lips curved faintly upon hearing his words.

"Did you truly believe we intended to extract your soul?" she inquired directly.

Rathlos elevated an eyebrow.

"Nothing is truly impossible…"

A moment of profound silence descended upon the room.

"…."

Rathlos then erupted into a chuckle.

"Haa… I was merely jesting!"

He repositioned his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a smile gracing his lips.

Naturally, he was aware of the reality. There was absolutely no possibility of them harming him; he was far too valuable.

Rina cleared her throat, steering the conversation back to the primary subject.

"I was merely curious if you might possess any knowledge regarding dragons," she articulated.

Rathlos responded with a slow shake of his head.

"The advent of dragons is an exceedingly infrequent occurrence due to their exceptionally low fertility rates."

"Furthermore, the majority of dragons that existed during my era had already attained the Ascension Realm."

"Post-ascension, numerous among them chose to enter deep seclusion."

He paused briefly before continuing his explanation.

"Whether they left behind any progeny is unknown to me; however, locating such an offspring would present immense difficulty."

He tapped the table lightly with his finger.

"Therefore, setting that aside for the moment, our focus should be directed towards the Star Dust Essence."

"This will at least permit Lord Ethan to commence the sword's forging."

Rina nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. He will have to proceed without the draconic soul for the present time."

Precisely as their discussion progressed, a gentle rapping sound emanated from the door.

"Sister Rina. Sir Rathlos. May I enter?"

Rina promptly rose from her seat, a warm smile blooming on her face.

"Sister Amber, why do you feel the need to ask for permission?" she responded with genuine warmth.

"This domain is as much yours as it is ours."

The door slid open, admitting Amber into the room.

In stark contrast to most individuals, who required several days for recovery following childbirth, Amber had regained her peak physical condition within a mere two days, a feat facilitated by potent medicinal potions and her inherently robust knightly constitution.

Moreover, knights often experienced a peculiar restlessness if separated from their weaponry for extended durations.

"Sister Amber, did you require something?" Rina inquired.

Amber lightly shook her head.

"No… no. I simply received correspondence from my father."

She advanced into the room and carefully placed an envelope upon the table.

"He requested that I deliver this to Ethan."

Rina casually retrieved the envelope and briefly examined its contents.

In the subsequent moment, her eyes widened considerably.

"Oh myyyyy…"

She gazed at the letter once more, a look of utter disbelief gracing her features.

"…Is that truly all of it?"