SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 747 This is insane

The majestic Dao of Blood unfurled before Damon, stretching like an infinite river across the expanse of time. Visions flooded his mind: ancient battlegrounds, forever stained crimson; bloodlines, transcending generations both ascending and falling. He witnessed the clan's progenitor, standing resolute beneath a chaotic war-torn sky, carving his own extraordinary path by sheer comprehension.

Blood, he understood, was the very essence of life and death, inextricably linked.

Damon's primordial mana core began to greedily devour the golden strands, its absorption becoming more fervent with each passing moment. It was no longer merely a mana core; it was evolving into something entirely new, driven by an insatiable hunger, drawing in more and more of the golden essence.

Before long, the entire memory world vanished from existence.

Damon found himself back within the trial world, his eyes still shut, his newly formed core still undergoing its profound transformation. Necrogod, who materialized beside him, could only stare in utter shock and sheer horror. He recognized his role as a supporting player, no longer the protagonist, yet he was still utterly flabbergasted.

What in the world was happening? Had they actually conquered a golden memory world? Was that even possible?

Before he could even begin to process the impossible, a peculiar aura began to emanate from Damon. It was a power so profound, so alien, that Necrogod couldn't comprehend it. The sheer pressure alone was becoming unbearable for him.

But the astonishing events were far from over.

Suddenly, Necrogod froze, sensing an unexpected shift. Memory storms began to manifest all around them.

Not just one or two, but several.

They erupted spontaneously throughout the trial world, like violent cosmic whirlpools tearing through reality. Each storm carried with it fragmented echoes of ancient memories, whispers of forgotten civilizations, the glorious tales of fallen heroes, the chronicles of extinct races, and the remnants of shattered worlds.

And, ominously, every single one of these tempestuous memory storms was hurtling directly towards Damon.

Necrogod's expression shifted dramatically. "Damon! Damon! You must awaken now!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the desolate landscape.

Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his hand. The very ground beneath them trembled.

Dark energy erupted from the earth as skeletal arms clawed their way out of the soil. One after another, undead warriors ascended from the ground, forming a formidable defensive circle around Damon. Skeleton knights, bone archers, and hulking corpse warriors coalesced into a tight, impenetrable perimeter.

A spectral army stood ready to defend. Necrogod gritted his teeth, steeling himself for the impending impact. The memory storms, like gilded hurricanes, tore through the sky, approaching with terrifying velocity. Yet, just as they drew near Damon, an inexplicable phenomenon occurred. They began to slow.

The raging storms, which had been surging forward with cataclysmic force, suddenly lost their momentum, as if an unseen hand was impossibly restraining them.

Necrogod's brow furrowed. "What...?"

The storms halted mere dozens of meters away, and then they began to dissipate. The violent spirals of memory fragments dissolved into countless shimmering golden threads, each one glowing with an ethereal, ancient power.

Necrogod's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way..."

The golden threads drifted forward languidly, almost as if in reverence. Then, they surged directly towards Damon. Each individual strand vanished completely into his body.

Necrogod watched, utterly dumbfounded. One storm. Two storms. Five storms. Ten storms. All of them unraveled into golden threads and were absorbed by Damon. The entirety of the trial world began to violently shake.

It was as though something primordial had been stirred from its slumber.

Necrogod slowly swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. "What kind of monster are you becoming?"

The trial world quaked with ever-increasing intensity with each passing second.

Necrogod could now distinctly perceive it: this was no longer a simple absorption of a few memory fragments by Damon. Something fundamental within the very fabric of the trial world had been irrevocably triggered.

More memory storms began to form. Far off on the horizon, the sky fractured open repeatedly as golden whirlwinds coalesced across the vast landscape. Entire mountains of memories surged towards a single focal point. Towards Damon.

Necrogod felt a chilling numbness creep up his scalp.

"This is insane..." he muttered, the words barely audible.

Under normal circumstances, even immensely powerful cultivators would be overwhelmed by a single memory storm. Yet, Damon was absorbing such a colossal number of them. Hundreds, thousands, of golden strands poured into him without end.

Necrogod stood frozen in bewildered astonishment, completely unsure of his next course of action.

And it seemed he wasn't the only one who had detected this unprecedented anomaly.

Necrogod's heart sank even further as more and more figures began to congregate around the area. The previously desolate plains of the trial world were no longer empty. Within mere minutes, dozens of incredibly powerful participants had arrived, and their numbers continued to swell. Their unified gazes were all fixed intensely upon one location.

Damon.

Necrogod could sense the palpable pressure escalating with every new arrival. These were no ordinary participants in the trial. These were the scions of immensely powerful factions, individuals born into wealth and influence, possessing advantages that ordinary people could only dream of.

Murmurs began to ripple softly through the assembled crowd.

"Hey, isn't that the young scion from the Beluga family? They're known to be the most influential family in Sector C."

"Did you notice the lady beside him? She's the young lady from the Bose family."

"You mean the family that governs the entirety of Sector G?"

"Hush now. Are both of you blind? Keep your mouths shut if you value your well-being. Young Master Darth from the Zader Empire is standing right there."

Conversations in hushed tones ceased immediately. A few individuals subtly retreated. Among the assembled cultivators was a young man clad in dark, imperial-runed armor. His mere presence exuded a stifling pressure, making the very air around him feel dense. With his hands clasped behind him, he observed Damon with a composed demeanor.

Memory storms continued to surge towards the meditating figure, breaking apart into countless golden threads that were absorbed by the crimson vortex encircling him.

Darth's eyes narrowed infinitesimally. "He's forging a Dao Core within a trial realm," he stated softly.

A woman standing near him let out a gentle laugh, her silver hair dancing in the peculiar winds generated by the memory storms. "Well, that accounts for the commotion. The trial system is showering him with everything it can before his breakthrough solidifies."

Someone in the vicinity inquired, "Showering him?"

The silver-haired woman nodded languidly. "Precisely. When an individual achieves a Dao comprehension during a trial, the system endeavors to finalize the transformation. If it fails to do so, the realm dissipates prematurely."

Her gaze remained fixed on Damon for another moment. "However, this magnitude of energy… it is quite unusual," she added.

Necrogod strained to conceal his mounting apprehension as he overheard their exchange. If even these formidable beings were showing interest in Damon's breakthrough, the situation was poised to escalate dramatically and swiftly.

The truth was, none of them had gathered here merely to spectate.

Another figure advanced from the crowd: a towering beastkin, his fur the color of gold, with immense horns spiraling from his head. His aura felt like a raging inferno, untamed and ferocious. He fixed his gaze on Damon, unconcealed avarice burning in his eyes. "A Dao Core…" he breathed.

Necrogod felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine. "Don't even contemplate it," he whispered under his breath.

Yet, the beastkin had already taken another step forward. At that precise moment, however, the sky above the trial world fractured. A deafening roar reverberated throughout the entire domain. Instinctively, all eyes turned upwards.

Another memory storm was descending.

But this one was distinct from the rest. It was not merely a storm; it was a colossal golden vortex, stretching across the heavens like a descending sun. Innumerable streams of fragmented memories spiraled within its depths, carrying a power exceeding that of all previous storms combined. Even the expressions of the assembled experts shifted.

The immense golden vortex began its slow descent towards Damon.

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