Since the Cyan Beast had lived here without any issues, Brandon reassured himself that he wouldn't be in danger either. He silently bolstered his courage, channeling the substantial energy within him. The golden bell in his dantian spun steadily, providing him with a small measure of comfort.
As he descended slowly, he noticed a cave about 100 meters from the bottom of the fissure. This must be the lair of the Cyan Beast.
The cave was enormous, with a diameter of at least 10 meters, easily accommodating Brandon’s massive form. He landed at the entrance. Since this was the Cyan Beast's lair, there had to be treasures inside. The thought of treasure made him forget the oppressive feeling surrounding him, and his eyes began to gleam with excitement.
Brandon cautiously walked into the cave. The walls on either side were smooth with no signs of human handiwork, leaving him wondering how the cave had been formed.
The rock here was peculiar, with intricate patterns that were dense and regular, resembling the texture of muscles. Brandon shivered at the unsettling thought and quickly dismissed it. The further he ventured into the cave, the stronger the oppressive feeling became, making it hard for him to breathe. He wasn’t sure if it was a psychological effect, but it made him even more cautious.
The entire cave wall had a faint yellow hue, which deepened as he went further in. The cave was very deep; Brandon walked several hundred meters and still hadn’t reached the end. He idly speculated that the Cyan Beast might spend its free time digging tunnels. The eerie, dark, and silent cave was incredibly oppressive, prompting Brandon to distract himself with random thoughts.
Brandon continued to walk carefully for about a thousand meters. Suddenly, he saw a faint green light ahead. The light was soft, and as Brandon approached, he felt a surge of energy that quickened the flow of energy within him. He hurried forward. The light grew stronger, nearly illuminating the entire cave. The closer he got, the more invigorated he felt, and the oppressive atmosphere vanished, replaced by rapidly flowing energy.
Upon reaching the source of the light, Brandon found several fist-sized, water-drop-shaped crystals lying quietly in a large pit. This was definitely the lair of the Cyan Beast, evident from the numerous long hairs it had shed.
Brandon's eyes lit up with excitement. He practically dove to the ground, closely examining the crystals.
The water-drop-shaped crystals emitted a gentle green glow. Inside each one, a galaxy seemed to slowly rotate, with countless stars appearing and disappearing. Just a brief glance made Brandon dizzy, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away, his eyes burning with intensity like searchlights.
Divine Power Crystals. If he wasn’t mistaken, these were definitely Divine Power Crystals.
Even gods would not ignore such treasures. They were the crystallization of divine power and could be directly absorbed by gods of the same attribute, converting into divine power. Each small crystal contained terrifying energy and served as a form of currency among gods.
In the dragons’ inherited memory, these were considered priceless treasures. Even the Dragon King might not possess such items.
Divine Power Crystals couldn’t form naturally; they were the direct condensation of divine power. Their appearance indicated the presence of a god with a corresponding attribute somewhere in the world.
There were five of these crystals in total, each emitting a soft green glow. Brandon’s eyes widened as he picked up one, then another, scrutinizing them closely. After half an hour, he realized he was still in the cave. He looked at the crystals with a start.
Why were these here?
He looked around and saw that the cave did not reach the top; it extended forward with many twists and turns, leading to an unknown destination. Brandon extended his paw and carefully picked up the five Divine Power Crystals. As he walked deeper into the cave, the walls became more chaotic, covered in claw marks and scattered with debris. It was evident that the Cyan Beast had recently excavated this area. Brandon walked another hundred meters before reaching the top of the cave. The ground was piled high with yellow rocks, and the walls oozed a thick, gel-like yellow liquid. As he stepped onto the surface, his feet felt sticky.
Brandon noticed that the spiritual energy here was far more abundant than outside, almost tangible. This must have been the Cyan Beast’s excavation site. But why was the Cyan Beast digging into the rock wall? It didn’t seem like a subterranean creature.
A sudden realization struck Brandon like a lightning bolt, leaving him stunned. Could it be that the Divine Power Crystals were extracted from the rock wall?
The more Brandon thought about it, the more it made sense. Otherwise, there was no way to explain their presence. He looked at the yellow viscous liquid on the ground and the muscle-textured yellow rock wall, and a terrifying thought occurred to him. This... this must be the body of a god.
And that liquid must be the god’s blood.
This deity must have fallen; otherwise, it wouldn’t have petrified, and the blood, now devoid of vitality, had lost its golden glow, slowly turning yellow. The residual divine power within the body, over countless years, gradually condensed into the Divine Power Crystals.
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After the god fell, its body turned into a massive rock, with only one arm exposed above the sea. If Brandon’s guess was correct, there must be an even larger body beneath this arm.
The beast's evolution was likely due to drinking this liquid. Though the blood had lost its vitality, it was still the blood of a god and had extraordinary effects. Prolonged consumption by the beast led to its gradual evolution.
The god's body lay in this sea area, and the magnetic field emitted by the enormous body caused significant magnetic disturbances. High-tech electronic devices couldn’t function here, which might explain the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle.
Brandon dipped his paw into the liquid and tasted it with his tongue. It had a slightly salty taste. He bent down and took a sip of the liquid. It was thick, like jelly, and he swallowed it.
Brandon prepared for his body to heat up, but nothing happened. He thought the god's blood might be hard to digest and could take longer. However, even after half an hour, there was no reaction.
Using his mental power, Brandon probed his stomach and found no trace of the yellow liquid. Perplexed, he bent down and drank another mouthful, closely monitoring its path. The yellow liquid was quickly absorbed by his stomach, disappearing in less than a minute without causing any reaction or energy response.
Perhaps he hadn’t drunk enough. He bent down and began to gulp the liquid greedily. The jelly-like liquid covered the ground with a thin layer. Brandon licked it all up, not wasting a single drop of such a treasure.
Finally, Brandon was full, his stomach brimming with the liquid. He monitored his stomach closely, watching as the liquid was rapidly absorbed. In less than half an hour, it had all disappeared. Just as Brandon was about to curse, he was suddenly overcome with excruciating pain.
Every part of his body hurt—skin, organs, even his brain—causing Brandon to convulse violently from the intense pain. It was an indescribable agony, as if it was piercing his very bones and tearing at his heart. Brandon wished he could faint from the pain, but his strong mental fortitude kept him painfully conscious. He kept rolling on the ground, his massive body continuously crashing into the cave walls. The yellow liquid on the ground splashed everywhere, but surprisingly, it was absorbed by Brandon's scales.
The energy within him was constantly being absorbed by his body, and the once substantial energy gradually diminished, becoming thin and scarce. Brandon had experienced this before, similar to when he had taken the blood orchid. He endured the excruciating pain, knowing he had to persevere through it.
He turned over and lay on the ground, using his mental power to guide the energy within him to circulate faster. The spiritual energy in this place was almost tangible. As Brandon cultivated, he absorbed a tremendous amount of energy from his surroundings, but it still wasn’t enough to meet the demands of his body’s absorption.
The golden bell in his dantian grew dimmer, and the energy became even thinner. What once felt like thick porridge now seemed like clear water. His body continued to absorb a vast amount of energy.
After absorbing so much energy, his body underwent a transformation. The cellular structure became more compact and flexible. Even his genes seemed to undergo slight modifications. Weaker genes were eliminated, broken down by his bloodstream, and the resulting material was synthesized into higher-level genes and powerful new unknown genes.
Brandon didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally woke up. He used his mental power to examine his body and almost fainted. His internal energy was nearly depleted. The golden bell in his dantian was dim and had shrunk to less than half a meter, teetering on the brink of collapse. The dragon essence had almost reverted to a gaseous state.
He withdrew his mental power and looked grim. He got up from the ground and noticed that the cave walls seemed much wider. Where he used to be able to touch the cave ceiling with his head, he now couldn’t reach it. The cave itself hadn’t changed in size.
Brandon then looked at himself and was shocked. He had shrunk. His body, which had been 20 meters long, was now only 15 meters. Additionally, his body had undergone significant changes, making him almost unrecognizable.
His once bulky body had become much more streamlined. His big belly was gone, replaced by a more agile frame. His legs seemed sturdier, and his claws were sharper, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
Brandon moved his body, and despite the lack of internal energy, he felt remarkably good. Though his body had shrunk, he felt more agile. Previously, besides his great strength, he wasn’t very nimble, which left him vulnerable during his encounter with the Cyan Beast.
His muscles were now more powerful, filled with terrifying explosive strength. When he swung his paw, he could hear the sound of a sonic boom, and he hadn’t even used much force.
Brandon clenched his paw, feeling his tremendous power. Despite the lack of energy, he felt his strength was nearly as great as when he was fully energized, perhaps even slightly exceeding it.
The vast amount of energy within Brandon was not wasted; instead, it was absorbed by his body and converted into muscular strength. Overall, Brandon’s power had not significantly progressed, but neither had it regressed. However, his potential for growth had greatly increased. Now, just relying on his physical strength, Brandon was nearly as powerful as he was before.
Once he replenished his energy through cultivation, his strength would increase at least threefold.
Although the god’s blood had lost its vitality and greatly diminished in potency, containing no residual energy, anything associated with the divine was still incredibly rare and valuable to mortals. Even the blood of a long-deceased god retained extraordinary effects. Consuming it in large quantities would lead to bodily evolution, though this evolution required substantial energy.
This evolution was similar to the one he experienced after consuming the blood orchid, but fundamentally different. The blood orchid mainly activated the bloodline within one's body, and if a high-level bloodline wasn’t present, it had no effect. Moreover, this activation was highly random and often resulted in severe imperfections.
The god’s blood, however, didn’t activate his bloodline. Instead, it forcibly replaced low-level genes with high-level ones through genetic invasion, rapidly multiplying and occupying the positions of the inferior genes by absorbing massive amounts of energy. This process was similar to the transformation of a human who bathed in dragon blood but was more aggressive. The more energy present in the body, the more pronounced the effect.
Since this divine blood had lost its energy, the genes within were dormant. Without an energy stimulus, they would remain dormant indefinitely. A mortal with no residual energy who consumed the blood wouldn’t experience pain or immediate effects. However, their body would gradually undergo a transformation, albeit very slowly.