Prime Originator

Chapter 819 - Farming Grandmist

After getting Leon's agreement, Saresha's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yes, my Lord!" she answered.

Shortly after, she offered one of her arms out before Leon sliced open a wound on her wrist and extracted several dozen drops of her blood essence.

"Considering how weak the Dark Fae Clan is, it's likely that whatever ancestral bloodline flowing in your veins have been thinned to the point of near-nonexistence. As such, I need to extract more blood from you to increase our chances of finding anything special in your bloodline."

"You don't have a problem with right?" Leon asked shortly after his explanation.

"No problem, my Lord! You can take as much as you need to!" Saresha declared resolutely.

"That's the spirit!" Leon nodded before saying, "Well then, I'll be taking more of your blood essence."

After extracting nearly a thousand drops of Saresha's blood, she began to feel a hint of weakness, but still far from anything life-threatening.

She would have to lose 20% of her blood, which was roughly 24-thousand drops of blood, to even go into shock.

"We'll start with a thousand drops," Leon calmly stated before passing a bottle of Tier-3 Golden Ointment to Saresha. "Rub this over your wound to stop the bleeding and heal."

"Thank you, my Lord," Saresha accepted gratefully.

Shortly after, Leon commenced his blood refinement of the thousand drops of dark fae blood essences.

Even if they find nothing special in the blood, the Saresha would still benefit from absorbing her refined Dark Fae Origin Blood.

The dark faes must have some special heritage, even if they don't belong to the same family tree as the Eternal Night Demon Empress, a true descendant of some True Divinity.

After all, the Demon Empress from the Divine Realm was also a dark fae, and the Dark Fae Clan even practiced an inferior version of a cultivation technique called the Dark Fae God Canon.

Leon was hopeful that Saresha might have something like the Dark Fae God Bloodline.

As time went on, a thousand drops of dark fae blood essences gradually reduced to a mere hundred drops of Dark Fae Origin Blood.

While the Dark Fae Origin Blood seemed potent, neither Leon nor Saresha could sense anything divine about it.

There was no bloodline of any primordial god or devil contained within it.

"I was hopeful, but I guess I should have also expected this," Leon muttered with a hint of disappointment.

The greater the expectations, the bigger the disappointments.

The Dark Fae Clan was not like the Desolate Crow Clan, a mixed-race between human and beast, nor were they like the Dark Wyrm Clan, an actual beast race.

There was little chance of awakening the ancestral bloodline if one is not a beast; bloodline awakening was the beasts' distinctive trait and advantage.

Otherwise, he could have also refined his blood and hoped for a bloodline awakening.

"Well, you don't have to be too disappointed; absorbing this Dark Fae Origin Blood should boost your vitality back up and improve your regenerative abilities," Leon consoled.

"Beasts have their unique way of improvement, and so do humans and other races. They awaken their blood while we awaken our souls."

After handing the Dark Fae Origin Blood over, Leon left Saresha on her own accord and constructed another medicine bath for the dark faes to cultivate their bodies.

"I don't want to see any idlers while I am gone; teach your new clan members how to cultivate the body forging method and go take a dip in the medicinal bath and train," Leon stated to the dark faes.

Hundreds of demon cores were then emptied out of his Worldspace for the dark faes to use for their body cultivation.

"Can you look after them while I'm gone, Darlene?" Leon entrusted the task to her, surprising both Aria and her.

However, he shortly said to Aria, "Darlene already had a significant breakthrough recently, but you have yet to improve; take this chance to comprehend your Sword Intent."

"Mm, alright."

Aria prepared to argue, but she ultimately agreed with Leon's arrangement.

Thinking about the Dark Wyrm Clan made her restless.

If Leon had not won the hearts and loyalty of the Dark Wyrm Clan, just a single Mid Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm was enough to wipe them all out.

The difference between a Low Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm and a Mid Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm was not something that could be easily compensated with divine treasures and powerful battle skills.

The gap was simply too huge.

The weakest Mid Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm easily possessed tenfold Leon's current physical strength, while the strongest Mid Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm possessed twentyfold his strength.

Paragon-level existences are not to be underestimated.

Sometime later, Leon moved to a hidden location in a small forest roughly 600-yards away from the group before summoning the power of Nihility.

Everything around him began to break down and transform into wisps of True Grandmist Energy.

The realm spirit quickly manifested and revealed a strong interest in the wisps of True Grandmist Energy as its eyes glowed brightly.

However, Leon absorbed all the wisps of True Grandmist Energy for himself and stored them in the Black Vortex Space.

Tens became hundreds, and hundreds became thousands; the amount of True Grandmist Energy produced as the terrain deformed was staggering.

"This is a lot more wisps of True Grandmist Energy than what I expect from the black soil… Is it because it came from the Eternal Night Demon Empress's inner world and doused in energy all year round?" Leon speculated.

Nevertheless, he did not slow down his bottomless appetite for True Grandmist Energy while disintegrating the surrounding land.

Even if he wasn't currently digging towards the core hidden deep underground, he needed to start stocking up on his reserve of True Grandmist Energy.

Just as the realm spirit was starting to feel disappointed, Leon flicked over sixty-two wisp of True Grandmist Energy.

"Did you think I forgot to reward your efforts? Sixty-two wisps of True Grandmist Energy for sixty-two dark fae arrivals, as promised."

"Thank you, Master!" Tak-si was exhilarated.

Sixty-two wisps of True Grandmist Energy were far more than Leon had previously given.