The Dao of Blood unfolded before Damon like an endless river stretching across time. He saw ancient battlefields soaked in crimson. He saw bloodlines rising and falling across countless generations. He saw the founder of the clan standing beneath a sky of war, carving his path through enemies with a single understanding.
Blood was life and death intertwined.
Damon's primordial mana core greedily started absorbing all the golden strands more and more enthusiastically. In fact, it was no longer a mana core. It was something new, and the transformation was insatiable. It was pulling in more and more golden strands.
Soon, the entire memory world was long gone.
Damon was back in the trial world with his eyes still closed and his new core still undergoing the transformation.
Necrogod, who appeared right next to him, stared in shock and horror. He was fully aware that he was a supporting character now and not the main character. But even then, he was still stunned.
