SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 720 Breakthrough?

As Damon pushed forward against the mounting pressure, his mind grew increasingly sharp. Problems that had previously left him baffled suddenly appeared straightforward.

He nearly halted to meditate, emboldened by a series of breakthroughs regarding the toxins affecting his blood avatars. Effortlessly, he disentangled the necessary poisonous properties from the chaos, eager to launch his next round of trials.

In this heightened state, his Cultivation of poisons could advance by leaps and bounds within mere minutes. He might even achieve the impossible: synthesizing a toxin capable of strengthening his very soul.

Damon’s eyes sparkled as he deliberated on these possibilities, forcing himself to stride ahead with renewed determination.

While his research into toxins and soul-strengthening was vital, he remained far from reaching a definitive result. He refused to exhaust his limited time on this alone, as another vital path required his attention.

His blood extraction skill.

Preparing for such an eventuality, Damon reached into his robes while continuing his walk and produced a vial of blood. Despite its compact size, the flask could hold several liters.

Damon drained the contents in one go. Instantly, a flurry of system notifications flooded his view, yet he ignored them entirely, focusing instead on the internal workings of his physical form.

Previously, this process only yielded a sudden surge of power, as his bloodline greedily consumed the absorbed liquid. Beyond that, the process remained a complete mystery to him; once the absorption finished, the notifications simply appeared.

Today, however, Damon sensed something new, something deeper. He felt thin threads of blood, derived from the wolf-type beast he had just consumed, merging into his own circulation.

He concentrated intensely, tracing these strands as they snaked through his veins. These were clearly condensed blood essence, holding the elusive keys to his further evolution.

His blood extraction skill appeared to be working overtime, isolating these strands. To confirm his theory, Damon retrieved another vial of blood. Without consuming it, he extended his perception into the liquid to search for the same threads.

As he suspected, he detected nothing. His bloodline acted as the catalyst, kick-starting the isolation process. The encouraging news was that once the catalyst activated, he could clearly identify this potent, concentrated essence.

Sweat poured off Damon’s brow. This revelation meant he could potentially isolate and preserve this essence in an external container, perhaps for future use or to offer to others.

Damon licked his lips in anticipation. While he could not consult Blood Reign to verify this intuition, he wasn't worried. He could discuss it after the trial. If he followed his own instincts now, he had nothing to lose.

At most, he would waste a few stats—a minor loss compared to the potential gain. He immediately attempted to intercept these special strands, preventing his system from absorbing them.

His first attempt proved futile, yet Damon refused to yield. He had never been this close to such a monumental breakthrough. Maintaining his pace, he persisted, repeatedly attempting to harvest these strands of power.

Time slipped away unnoticed. When Damon finally gauged the passing hours, five full segments of time had vanished. He barely registered this, however, as he was buried in his work, nearly succeeding when he felt a sudden transformation.

A cascade of golden light bathed his surroundings.

He had mastered it. He had truly done it.

Damon now stood before a golden door. A few paces to his side would allow him to reach out and pull it open. His heart hammered in his chest, drawn to the radiant splendor of the entrance. He felt a fierce temptation to grasp the handle, but he suppressed the urge.

It was far too early to settle for this door. He knew he possessed the potential to climb higher.

Damon pressed on, reclaiming his focus on the blood strands. Before he could advance, however, his danger instincts screamed, prompting him to dive to the side.

Hampered by the oppressive atmosphere, his evasion was sluggish, and a heavy blow slammed directly into his back. "What the fuck?" he shouted, spinning around to catch sight of a familiar orange head standing behind the doorway.

Looking down at his hands, Damon noticed the golden sheen upon his skin had vanished. The rules of the trial had pivoted once more—combat between participants was now permitted.