The Almighty Dragon General

Logically, Saachi who was now an elder within the Daemonium Sect, should have apprehended James and delivered him to the
sect to raise her standing. Nonetheless, the weight of her past emotions weighed down her conscience. James had rescued her
once before, an act of kindness that she remembered deeply. Consequently, she made the decision to part ways there and then.
James’ expression turned solemn. He had thought Waleria was deceased, arriving here solely to confirm this grim fact. Now,
upon discovering that she was actually alive, he found himself hesitating. He was undecided whether to undertake a rescue
mission.
After thorough contemplation, he decided to refrain from acting impulsively. Being aware that the Daemonium Sect harbored
numerous powerhouses, intervening could lead to an uncertain outcome. Therefore, he chose to bide his time within the
universe, searching for a peaceful planet.
Once he settled upon a serene location, his plan was to cultivate in seclusion for a while waiting for the Daemonium Sect to
make their move. When they eventually lead Waleria to unlock the Yhala Realm, only then would he gauge the possibility of her
rescue.
In an unknown spiritual mountain, James had set up formations around the mountain. He seated himself beneath a towering tree
atop its peak. Before him materialized an assortment of Empyrean herbs, the tokens bestowed upon him during his guise as
Herman. While a portion had been utilized for medicinal purposes, a surplus of these herbs still remained at his disposal.
His aim now was to elevate his bloodline and reach the pinnacle of the Caelum Acme Rank.
By attaining this level, he hoped to employ the Supernatural Power recorded in the Blood Mantra and undo the restrictions
placed upon him. Time formations were meticulously deployed around him, allowing him to begin absorbing the vital essence of
Empyrean herbs, thus strengthening his bloodline power.
Time flowed on silently. One after another, Empyrean herbs were absorbed and refined by James, and their essence transmuted
into pure bloodline power. There was no limit to raising one’s bloodline power. Unlike cultivating Paths, one’s comprehension was
not a prerequisite for breakthroughs. As long as their energy was sufficient, their strength would grow continuously.
Now, James was in the process of absorbing the last Empyrean herb. This particular Empyrean herb exuded a formidable force,
merging entirely with James’ body. A faint of blood light radiated from his body surface, shimmering brilliantly. The Empyrean
herb was completely assimilated in a short moment. Within James’ body, his bloodline power surged like tidal waves.

“The bloodline power has just reached the Caelum Acme Rank,” he breathed deeply. “Whether I can break the seal left by the
Ancestral Blood Master will depend on my next move.”
Activating the Supernatural Power inscribed in the Blood Mantra, James’ blood surged. With each surge, magical inscriptions
and texts manifested within his blood, forming ethereal blades. These blades swiftly slashed at the seals within his blood vein.
As his new bloodline power conflicted with the seals, he was wracked in agony. Beads of sweat the size of beans formed on his
forehead, dampening his clothes. His face contorted in pain.
The power of the seal engulfed his entire body as if a thousand knives were slicing through him. James gritted his teeth and
forced himself to endure the intense torture.
“Break!” he roared. He exerted his utmost to shatter the seal.
However, his new bloodline power was not as strong as the Ancestral Blood Master’s seal. It was akin to an ant struggling
against an elephant. Yet, he refused to surrender. Time and time again, he hurled himself against the obstacle ahead of him. He
had diligently cultivated the Blood Mantra, capable of weakening Seal Power Iimitlessly. Nonetheless, he could not breach the
formidable barrier. He fell and rose, over and over.