From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 409 The Ancient Dragon Era

For this mine, today should have been a peaceful day like any other.

The slave miners remained busy, working themselves to the bone to mine enough ether crystals. If they failed to meet their targets, they would be met with the overseer's whip.

Those ancient dragon priests who serve the ancient dragons will not show mercy just because they were once of the same race.

In their view, those who were bestowed with dragon blood were already extraordinary, and to compare themselves with mortals was an insult.

However, neither the miners nor the ancient dragon priests expected that an approaching storm would completely rewrite their fate and shatter the stagnant tranquility of Itnity.

boom!

An ancient dragon fell from the sky without warning, its claws piercing the ground and tearing the land apart as it frantically searched for something, even disregarding the fact that it had accidentally injured the miners and ancient dragon priests in the mine.

The slave miners rushed out of the mine, fearing they would be crushed into mincemeat by falling rocks.

The ancient dragon priest hurriedly ran up the mine's tower, trying to communicate with the ancient dragon and calm its emotions, but was smashed into a bloody mist by the berserk latter with a single claw.

The dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Amidst the angry roars, everyone cowered and dared not move forward.

"Blasphemer!"

The ground cracked open, and the ancient dragon approached the crack, its golden vertical pupils peering through it into the ground, where it met the gaze of another being.

The next moment, blood-red light shot into the sky, and a powerful sword aura surged from the ground, piercing towards the ancient dragon's vertical pupil.

The ancient dragon, who was previously immortal and indestructible, was unexpectedly injured the moment it encountered this sword energy.

The ancient dragon let out a painful howl, its entire body falling backward uncontrollably, flattening a large area of ​​forest.

Hot tears of blood flowed from its vertical pupils, dripping onto the ground and eventually forming a lake of blood.

"How is that possible?!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the ancient dragon priest, who had already fled to a distance, was astonished. His surprise was no less than that of the ancient dragon, and could even be described as terrified.

For these fanatics, this was tantamount to the collapse of their faith. Their entire value system was destroyed at this moment, and their previously unwavering beliefs were now being trampled on like a joke.

The ancient dragons had told them that they were immortal and bloodless, the rulers of this continent, and their destined masters. Anyone who disobeyed the ancient dragons would suffer the most severe torment.

But today, they saw a different truth.

Even ancient dragons bleed and wail, seemingly not invincible.

Just as their thoughts were in disarray, they heard a language that was clearly not familiar to them.

"Tell me, what time is it now?"

The ancient dragon priest was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A man in a red robe came into view, followed by a pungent smell of blood.

The words were still echoing in his mind, but his mouth involuntarily responded: "The month of Furnace Fire, 11451 of the Ancient Dragon Calendar."

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"really."

Modi nodded, confirming the exact point in time he had been swept away by the turbulence.

"So what's going on now? Why did that guy attack me right away?" He pointed to the ancient dragon in the distance, which was blind in one eye.

I don't know...

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The ancient dragon priest finally came to his senses, his fanaticism once again taking over his mind. Realizing what the person in front of him had done, his face contorted with rage.

"Blasphemer!"

He roared, raised the dragon scale mark in his hand, and was about to unleash the Ancient Dragon Prayer to give Modi a fierce attack.

But before that, Modi simply raised his hand slightly, without even glancing at him, and a wisp of sword energy tore him in two.

"roar--"

Gu Long struggled to his feet, his face, missing large chunks of flesh, was hideous and terrifying, with wisps of gray mist clinging to it.

The power of death, like a persistent carbuncle, relentlessly eroded the flesh and blood; even the ancient, immortal dragon scales showed signs of ash and corrosion.

Spreading its wings, the ancient dragon glanced at Mo Di with apprehension before soaring into the sky, not daring to linger there.

It wants to summon more people, to summon more ancient dragons to help it take revenge.

"They've left. They're probably going to call for reinforcements. This might not be a bad thing for me."

Modi looked up at the sky, where the blurry black dot representing the ancient dragon had disappeared.

If he were to keep this ancient dragon, he would have to expend a lot of his power, which would be a double blow to him, given that he already had very little power.

Now that his opponent had retreated, he had more time to decipher the surrounding environment and to recover his strength.

Glancing at the corpse of the ancient dragon priest beside him, Modi wasted no time. With a wave of his hand, a bloody light flew out from his sleeve, swept up the corpse, and pulled it into his sleeve.

"Human bloodline from the First Era... mixed with some ancient dragon blood, not bad, it's usable."

The corpse turned into blood and merged into the small sea of ​​blood within his body.

Besides the ancient dragon priest, he also didn't overlook the blood lake formed by the ancient dragon's blood in the distance.

As the undisputed ruler of the First Era, it is no exaggeration to say that Gu Long was the darling of heaven and earth.

Therefore, the world will adapt to them, rather than them adapting to the world.

The ether that permeates the entire Itnity is now as still as a stagnant pool, clearly the work of the ancient dragons.

Perhaps only Gu Long could command them at will.

Modi will have to put in a lot of effort to mobilize the ether.

He first needs to crack the key that Gu Long wrote into the ether, and then write a framework for the ether before he can issue commands to it and mobilize it.

Ancient dragons are different. The ether has long since taken their form, and they only need a simple thought to command the ether and make it serve them.

"Although there isn't much dragon blood in this lake, with some careful manipulation, it should be enough for me to crack the underlying structure of Ether."

Modi scratched his head in confusion. It turned out he had to develop it himself. It wasn't this troublesome in later generations.

After all, the God of Light had already resolved all of this, writing the path to immortality into the bottom layer of the world. All extraordinary beings who step into this path can freely use ether to perform extraordinary arts.

"Speaking of which, where is the God of Light now...? Wait, since the God of Light has fallen, does His past still exist?"

He fell into deep thought, one idea after another popping into his head.

A subtle thought emerged from the depths of his heart, growing stronger and gradually taking over his entire mind.

"How...how did you do that?"

A voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and saw a group of ragged miners walking up to him, led by a sallow-faced, emaciated man.

It's clear that life at the mines is tough, because these miners not only wear tattered clothes, but also look like they've been underdeveloped since childhood.

Teenagers look like people in their fifties or sixties, and older people... are almost nonexistent; living to twenty is considered a long life.

Extraordinary prosperity, abundant ether—none of it mattered to them.

Modi looked at them, somewhat puzzled as to why the ancient dragon needed a group of mortals like this.

The etheric aggregates in the mine were of little use to them, and these frail mortals were also unable to serve their enormous size well.

Ancient dragons often have massive, mountain-like bodies, while these are merely underdeveloped and weak mortals.

Without answering their questions, Mordy countered, "Did you ever rebel, even by simply killing the overseers?"

The leader's expression darkened, and he said, "No, we are just mortals, while they are the blessed ones. Even if everyone in the entire mine attacked together, they would not be a match for the overseer."

"Since you didn't resist, how did you know?"

"Before I was a slave, I witnessed the Blessed slaughtering in the mines."

He spoke frankly, perhaps because he was frightened by Mordi's single-handedly defeating the ancient dragon.

"Furthermore," he paused, then added, "I have never seen them injured; perhaps you are the first person in the world to do so."

"The first one?"

Like lightning flashing across the sky, a sudden inspiration struck Modi, and he asked, "I am the first person in the world to do this, and the first person to kill an ancient dragon priest, isn't that right?"

“Yes,” said the foreman. “I’ve never heard of anything like this before, not even once.”

It is common sense that mortals cannot defeat demigods, let alone repel gods.

"That's interesting," Mordi murmured, his expression gradually turning strange.

He looked up, met the eyes of the leader, and asked, "What's your name?"

Janus.

"Janus, what a fine name," Mordy said, completely unconcerned about the fact that he didn't have a surname. "Are you interested in joining me in a rebellion?"

The miners looked at each other and finally nominated Janus as their representative.

"Uh, what is rebellion?" Janus scratched his head, his eyes revealing innocence.

Modi had no choice but to explain it to him.

"I think I understand, but..." He looked at the blood lake not far away and said tremblingly, "You have the power to repel the gods, but we don't. We are just mortals."

"Not to mention the high and mighty gods, even their blessed ones could easily destroy us, no matter how many of us there are. We are of no use to you."

"Whether I can help or not is not up to you to decide, it's up to me to decide," Modi waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care at all.

He has plenty of ways to make them useful.

"Tell me, do you want to live a human life? Do you want to escape the life of slavery? Do you want to eat three full meals a day?"

Faced with the allure of his words and the undeniable scent of blood, Janus was finally persuaded.

He turned to the other miners and persuaded them one by one with his reason and empathy.

The main reason was that Modi's intimidation was too great; he was afraid that if they didn't agree, they would follow in the footsteps of the overseer—perhaps not even that big of a deal.

Most of the miners didn't know why they were following him; they only knew that if they didn't agree, they might be the next ones to be split in two.

"Very good. Go and gather the others first. If any are injured but not dead, carry them to me. I will bestow upon you the secret technique of slaying dragons later."

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With a wave of his hand, Modi sent the miners scattering like birds and beasts.

He himself walked to the edge of the blood lake, flicked his sleeves, and caused the calm lake surface to surge with turbulent waves.

Blood kept flowing towards him, then vanished into thin air the instant it touched him.

The water level dropped at a visible speed, and within seconds, the blood was completely absorbed.

"Wow, this encryption is interesting."

With enough ancient dragon blood samples, Mordi began to crack the underlying architecture of Aether.

This structure was clearly designed by Gu Long specifically to serve them, and it would be difficult for others to manipulate it.

They incorporated immutability and stasis into the underlying architecture, causing ether to exhibit a stagnant state.

However, there are ways to utilize or change them.

The portion of the power of change that Modi carries is precisely the key to unlocking them.

His small sea of ​​blood was churning wildly as he used his power of change to analyze the stagnant ether.

Fortunately, although his power was suppressed, his essence remained unchanged.

A short while later, he opened his eyes, dispelling the hot blood mist that had risen from his forehead.

"The crack is complete. Next step is the second step... Who wants to come up and try out the new system I developed?"

Modi looked around, his gaze finally settling on Janus. "You're the one, Janus."

"Huh, me?" Janus widened his eyes and pointed to himself, looking completely bewildered.

"Yes, you. Come here, and I will grant you the power to end the unchanging."

Modi rubbed his hands together and slapped him on the head.

The extraordinary transformation then began. Under Mordy's control, a massive amount of ether was poured into his body, reshaping his flesh and soul.

The first to seventh seals were born on their own, and Modi infused them with a great deal of extraordinary knowledge, most of which belonged to the path of light.

It can be said that once the transformation is complete and Janus has received these powers and knowledge, he will be a qualified Immortal of Light.

"Okay, next one."

Mody put Janus aside to let him process the extra information on his own, then looked at the crowd and randomly picked one of them.

"You're the one."

With a large hand covering the head, the chosen person had nowhere to escape and could only let the hand cover their head.

A few breaths later, another steadfast Lightborn was born.

"Next."

The transformation continued. After cracking the underlying framework of Ether, mobilizing Ether was no more difficult for Mordy than breathing.

As a being at the level of a demon god, there is actually not much difference between elevating a group of immortals and elevating one immortal.

In his eyes, there was no difference between a group of immortals and a group of ordinary people. If it weren't for the special circumstances now, he wouldn't have created so many immortals.

A large number of Light Immortals can serve as anchor points to break the laws that the ancient dragons set for this world, further enhancing the fluidity of the ether.

When the ether of this world completely shifts from stasis to flow, the ancient dragon's living space will be compressed to its limit, and that will be the time for him to change the world.

"Gu Long's era should have ended long ago; it's a stagnant pool, truly repulsive."

After completing the final modification, Modi finally lowered his hands, feeling the additional hundred or so nodes, and the suppression he was under finally lessened considerably.

The ether in this area is no longer stagnant, but flowing, and anyone can feel the difference between this place and the outside world.

This certainly includes Gu Long; in fact, they are the ones most sensitive to this.

Even before the changes occurred, several ancient dragons were already heading towards the mine.

"They're here."

Modi looked up and saw several mountain-like figures descending from the sky, blotting out the sun.