The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: A Handsome Man And The Watcher

"This... this is the Dragonweb Bind Essence technique," Victoria, who recognized the formation, spoke in horror.

"Alexander, hurry up! I can't keep up with this technique any longer," Patriarch Flareheart gritted his teeth, feeling pain all over his body as it hurt like a bitch.

"Shit, they're trying to run away!" Countess Frostine realized what was happening and immediately informed the others.

"No, they don't," Kate's eyes gleamed as her dark red aura enveloped her figure.

She struggled to shake off the technique that bound her movements, gritting her teeth.

Patriarch Flareheart's expression became solemn as he saw Kate about to break free from his technique. "Fuck, I'm almost out of spiritual energy."

He looked at Corrupted Alexander Hailstorm, who was still resetting the formation to teleport them from there as soon as possible because if they didn't, they would die a painful death.

Alexander gritted his jaw, his face drenched with sweat from the overwhelming pressure, stress, and fear for his life. "If it weren't for the brat, I wouldn't be in this situation."

He couldn't help but curse the boy responsible for the sticky situation they were in.

He wondered what would have transpired if Sam, the unknown variable of their plan, wasn't in the picture.

"I've already reached my limit," one of the corrupted elder vampires clutched his chest and dropped to one knee, breathing heavily like a sickened old man.

Drops of blood could be seen flowing from his nose.

Following him, one by one reached their limit and fell to the ground, growling in pain.

"Just a little more... I did it." Soon, Alexander finished resetting the formation as light circles made of spiritual energy appeared under the corrupted ones' feet.

"No!" Kate's aura grew even stronger, causing the technique to weaken until it eventually broke.

"You're not getting away today." She pointed her palm, and an eerie reddish liquid appeared out of her hand.

It looked like it could corrode anything, but unlike the corrupting substance that would corrupt everything it touched, this reddish-black liquid seemed to have a controlled corrosive reaction by the vampire queen.

Sam's eyes widened in interest. "Is that a bloodline ability? It looks very unique and powerful."

His eyes then went towards the codex screen.

"I can make that ability mine as long as I become a progenitor vampire." His eyes gleamed with an unknown light.

Then his attention went towards the corrupted guys trying to escape using the formation that summoned the corrupted beast and the ugly creature that Sam had just massacred.

"A technique that can bind the movements of multiple opponents at once is a pretty good technique." He nodded to himself, realizing he should obtain that technique for himself.

He then looked at the countesses and two counts. They were all using their bloodline abilities to get out of the binding technique.

Countess Frostine was using her bloodline ability, similar to the Hailstorm Dragon Clan, the power of cryokinesis.

Countess Telluris had the bloodline power to control and manipulate the landmass.

"This ability has the potential to destroy landmasses and create new ones," Sam commented with sparkling eyes.

Finally, Countess Kaminari possessed the most intriguing ability among the countesses—the ability to wield the power of lightning.

Sam desired this ability more than the others. "I wonder if their lightning has the potential to evolve into something better, like the heavenly lightning that almost struck me."

His eyes then turned toward Count Wichura and Count Scarlett, both possessing the ability to control wind and flame.

However, he ignored them because they were men.

Observing that the corrupted ones were on the verge of escaping, Sam sighed, not wanting to make things more complicated by letting them get away.

"Bobby," Sam called out in his mind.

"I'm here, my lord," Bobby, one of his most trusted shadow soldiers who would do anything for him, answered in their telepathic connection.

"Don't let them escape, and if possible, immobilize them without killing them. I still have some unanswered questions," he ordered.

"Take the three great sages I just added to our force if you want."

The three great sages Sam referred to were three grotesque corrupted beings that Sam had defeated after transforming into his pseudo-dragon form.

After Sam defeated the first grotesque being, two more similar entities attacked him, but he easily overcame them.

"I will do as you say, my lord," Bobby replied. Sam appointed him as his first official general of his growing shadow army, and he possessed battle monarch-level cultivation.

The reddish-black ligament from Kate's bloodline ability manifested like a huge snake, crawling towards Alexander, who was evidently controlling the formation.

Before it could reach him, a wall made of ice blocked its path, which instantly melted due to the corrosive power of her corrosion ability.

It momentarily stopped Kate's attack but provided enough time for the formation to teleport them.

Three spiritual circles under their feet glowed intensely.

"This is it, it's worki—" Before Alexander could be relieved of the impending danger, he suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, followed by an intense, raging pain, putting him into shock from his abdomen.

The teleportation was successfully interrupted.

"What happened? Why is it not working?" Patriarch Flareheart asked in shock and fear, as if something very bad was about to happen.

That was when he saw it.

A figure more horrific than anything he had seen in his life: greenish-black skin, eerie red eyes, a distorted figure.

It held a sword the same color as its skin, which was pierced into Alexander's abdomen, stopping the formation he was controlling.

"What the hell is that thing?" Not just the corrupted ones, even the cultivators felt a sense of danger from this unknown figure that emerged seemingly out of nowhere.

Following its emergence, more figures appeared from the shadows of some uncorrupted cultivators, like Adriana, her three daughters, Victoria, Count Scarlett, and King Shun, crawling out like ghostly demons emerging from a hellhole.

On the corrupted ones' side, from their shadows, a couple of shadowy figures appeared, regrouping with the other shadowy figures.

All of them surrounded the corrupted ones, immobilizing them by breaking their legs and hands and puncturing sword wounds all over their bodies.

Finally, making them kneel before the uncorrupted ones.

"Lord of the Abyss," Adriana muttered, recognizing the identity of these unknown horrific shadow soldiers.

"Lord of the Abyss? Who the hell is he? Why haven't I heard of him before?" Kate pointed at the shadowy figures.

...

While the situation was under control and the corrupted ones had been neutralized, something even more extraordinary was happening with Sam.

His pseudo-dragon transformation had become undone. His body was lifted into the sky seemingly without his command, as his eyes were closed and calm, like when he was asleep.

His shoulders, hands, breathing patterns—everything went into absolute calmness and a relaxed state.

[Bloodline(s): Frozen Abbysal Dragon bloodline,Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline,Primordial Chaos Dragon bloodline (Assimilation:100.00?)]

<Ding!>

<The requirements are met>

<The true name of the bloodline is being revealed>

[Bloodline(s): Frozen Abbysal Dragon bloodline,Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline,@?#&##& @?#&#@? @#&@& (Assimilation:100.00?)]

The clouds around the area began to concentrate around the arena, and the wind rose from all directions, with him as its absolute center.

Golden lightning silently danced around in the clouds, which slowly turned into golden clouds, resulting in a similar image of melted gold floating in the air.

"What the hell is happening now?" One of the younger generation brats who had regrouped with their supporting clan couldn't help but ask aloud.

...

Somewhere in the boundless space, in the river of infinite time, in a big cloudy space filled with a strange mystical essence.

In the center of the space sat a tall figure, handsome beyond imagination.

His aura was calm, but it didn't hide the infinite power within.

His universe-like eyes were looking at the empty space, but he wasn't exactly looking at empty space; he was looking at the river of time.

He witnessed a white-haired young man defeat countless beasts, then proceeded to defeat three ugly corrupted beings easily as cutting through paper.

This being couldn't care less about the people that the young man defeated because in his eyes, they weren't even worth dust.

His attention was solely on the young man.

He smiled, thinking about something.

Right then, a person in white clothing appeared through a white door that manifested out of nowhere.

His face was cloudy, ungraspable.

"The Great Watcher, it's been a while." The handsome tall man didn't look at the white-clothed man when he spoke, as if he didn't think that the man was someone who needed to be greeted formally.

"Not as great as you, Supreme Emperor. I guess your Majesty already knew why I'm here." The white-clothed man spoke very respectfully, unlike the handsome tall man.

The tall man didn't speak and continued watching the river of time, as the scene changed into the same young man from before floating in the sky, surrounded by a golden glow.

"I wonder why His Majesty is taking his time to look at that day often," the white-clothed man spoke calmly.

It was unknown what kind of expression he had under the cloudly veil of a face.

"No reason in particular," the tall handsome man finally looked at the white-clothed man.

"Anyway, Watcher, tell me how do you want to deal with the problem at hand."

"I don't dare to deal with His Majesty's daughters," the white-clothed man immediately replied, thinking that the man would misunderstand.

"I only appeared here because I want to hear His Highness's opinion on this matter."

The man sighed. "My daughters are really naughty to cause you trouble like this by traveling through the river of time."

He closed his eyes for a second, then he spoke. "Let them be. If they mess with the timeline, I will personally go and get them back."

"I will do as you say, but I do think the Supreme Princesses are very capable and wouldn't cause trouble for their father." The white man wouldn't let an opportunity to ingratiate himself go to waste.

"Oh my, aren't you good with words?"

"Hehe," the white man smiled awkwardly.

"But you are right. They are my daughters, after all. Of course, they will behave and wouldn't cause me trouble..." He smiled warmly and went back to observing the river of time, totally ignoring the Watcher.

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