Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

The cave fell silent.

The smell of sulfur was still there, the stench of blood was still there, and the pile of rotting bones and the dragon's corpse with its chest ripped open were still there.

But that crazy, violent, suffocating sense of oppression completely dissipated as the red dragon exhaled its last breath.

Motu pulled his claws out of the red dragon's neck.

Its claws were covered in dark red blood, some of which had congealed into a thin layer of black scabs.

He flicked his claws, and drops of blood splattered onto the rocky ground, making a soft, crackling sound.

Shark White stood beside him, panting heavily.

There were also a few new scratches on its scales, left when it was struck by the red dragon's tail, but they were not deep and did not damage its flesh.

It looked down at the red dragon's corpse, then at Motu, its vertical pupils flashing with a light that was somewhere between excitement and emotion.

"This thing... is much harder to deal with than that old crocodile."

It said, its voice tinged with emotion.

"If it hadn't been injured, the two of us might not have been able to beat it."

Motu didn't reply. He crouched down, his dragon claws probing into the red dragon's head.

The location of the crystal nucleus is similar to that of the shallow-water crocodile, in the very center of its skull, covered by a thin layer of bone.

He pried open the bone fragment with his claws and took out a fist-sized crystal core that glowed with a dark red light.

The crystal core of a first-order dragon blood species.

It's different from the crystal cores I've devoured before.

The Shadow Leopard's crystal core is jet black, the Shallow Water Crocodile's crystal core is pale blue, but this crystal core has flame-like light flowing inside it. It's not the kind of uniform, calm light, but a violent light, as if something is burning and surging inside.

The surface temperature of the crystal nucleus is also much higher than that of ordinary crystal nuclei, making it warm and even slightly hot to the touch when held in the palm of your hand.

The aura of dragon blood was so strong it was almost overflowing.

It was the unique, sulfurous, scorching aura of the red dragon bloodline, completely different from the lightning bloodline within Motu's body, but the essence of that "dragon blood" was the same.

Tracing the origins of the dragon bloodline in this plane almost always leads back to the two dragon gods, Tiamat and Bahamut.

Having acquired his spoils, Shark White moved even closer, his vertical pupils fixed on the crystal core. His three-layered serrations involuntarily widened slightly, and even his breathing became softer.

"This is... the crystal core of a first-tier dragon bloodline?"

Its voice was slightly ethereal, as if it were captivated by the rich aura of dragon blood:

"This taste... is more than ten times stronger than that bland crocodile stuff..."

It stared at the crystal core for a long time, its tail tip gently grazing the ground. Finally, it couldn't help but look up at Motu, its tone carrying a hint of uncertainty:

"That premonition you mentioned before... that 'absorbing the crystal core of a first-tier dragon bloodline will increase the bloodline concentration'... is it reliable?"

Motu ignored the talkative white dragon.

He glanced at the mission description for [Ixtal], placed the crystal core in his palm, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the lightning magic within his body.

A dark blue arc of electricity shot out from between his scales, spreading along his claws to the surface of the crystal core, enveloping the entire crystal core in a dense electric grid.

Instead of swallowing it directly as before, he used magic to guide the dragon blood essence in the crystal core, allowing it to slowly seep into the gaps between the scales, merge into the blood, and sink into the bones.

A dark red light seeped from the crystal core.

The light was soft, not as dazzling as lightning, but like the afterglow of the setting sun—warm, gentle, and with a drowsy quality.

The light spread along the patterns on the Motu scales, from the claw tips to the wrist, from the wrist to the forearm, and from the forearm to the shoulder, as if something was burning in his veins.

It wasn't a burning pain, but a deep heat that seemed to emanate from the very marrow of my bones.

Between the gaps in his scales, the bronze luster and dark red light intertwined, emitting a faint hissing sound.

That was the fusion of two different types of power.

Lightning and fire elements are naturally incompatible, but within his body, guided by the mission panel, they are slowly and painstakingly intertwining.

Shark White stared at him nervously, its vertical pupils unblinking, its tail swaying uneasily behind it.

Are you alright?

Its voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Motu did not answer. At this moment, his consciousness had completely sunk into the panel.

A dark red light shone in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a nebula gathering.

The dragon blood essence extracted from the crystal core gathered, compressed, and purified deep within his soul, then fell like rain, seeping into his bloodline.

He saw the numbers on the panel jumping around.

21.4……22.3……23.1……24.0……25.2……

With each jump, he felt something loosening inside his body.

It was like a tightly closed door being pushed open a crack, and light leaked in through the crack, falling on a place he had never seen before.

26.1...27.0...27.8...

The numbers are still jumping.

28.5.

Stopped.

The dark red light dissipated, and the sea of ​​consciousness returned to calm.

The text on the panel was rearranged, displaying new information—

Name: Motu

[Race]: Blue Dragon

[Beast Rank]: Tier 1 - Black Iron Body (5% → 32%)

[Bloodline Concentration]: Frost Embryo (21.4%→28.5%) (60% unlocks True Dragon Bloodline Inheritance)

[Awakened Ability Trait]: Ixtal (Choose a task and complete it to obtain the corresponding reward)

Current Quest: [Bloodline Evolution]: Slay a Tier 1 Dragon-type magical beast and absorb its bloodline essence. Reward: Bloodline concentration increased by 5%-8% (depending on the quality of the target) (Quest Completed)

Improvement: 7.1%.

Motu slowly opened his eyes.

In his vertical pupils, a deep blue light intertwined with a dark red afterglow, like two flames of different colors burning deep within his pupils.

The light lasted for about two breaths before slowly dissipating, returning to its usual deep blue.

He looked down at his own claws.

The scales are thicker than before.

It's not a huge change that's visible to the naked eye, but rather a change in texture.

It's like turning from ordinary iron into forged steel—the same volume, but with a denser structure and a heavier weight.

The luster on the scales has also changed, from the previous cool blue to a deeper blue with a hint of bronze, giving it a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

As the concentration of his dragon bloodline increased, the strength of his black iron body, as a first-tier magical beast, also increased significantly. In fact, judging from the improvement in the panel data alone, the enhancement was even greater.

The dragon bloodline concentration increased by only 7.1%, yet the strength of the Black Iron Body increased by 27%, nearly a fourfold increase.

On the body, the bronze luster between the scales is more pronounced than before.

It wasn't a faint, shimmering light, but rather clearly visible lines, like blood vessels, extending from the finger bones to the wrist bones, and from the wrist bones to the forearm, like an ancient suit of armor slowly growing beneath his skin.

Shark White approached, its vertical pupils wide open, its three layers of serrated teeth fully extended, and the entire dragon froze in place.

"you……"

Its voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from shock.

"Your aura...it's really changed!!"

Motu looked up at it, his gaze filled with doubt.

"Things are different now."

Shark White circled around him, its vertical pupils scrutinizing him from head to toe, as if it had discovered some strange and unusual creature.

"Just now you were... like a regular first-tier dragon bloodline, similar to me. Now you—"

It stopped, swallowed hard, and its voice was full of disbelief:

"You look completely different standing here compared to before!"

It's not that my strength has broken through to a higher level, it's that the quality of my bloodline has changed.

Before, you only had the aura of ordinary dragon blood, with shallow bloodline and nothing special. Now, the dragon blood scent on you is almost overflowing; I can smell it!

Like that red dragon, it clearly possessed the lean and powerful aura characteristic of a high-level dragon bloodline!

As he said this, the white dragon circled around again and then stopped in front of Motu, its vertical pupils staring straight at him.

"Your hunch really came true?"

"Granted."

"Has the bloodline concentration really increased?"

"It's been improved."

"How many?"

"Seven point one percent."

Shark White was taken aback: "You can be accurate to one decimal place?"