After learning about the Chaos Body, Lucas turned his attention to the next item laid out before him—a small vial covered in black silk.
The moment he touched it, a strange warmth pulsed against his palm, like a faint heartbeat. It wasn't just a container. It felt alive.
Carefully, he peeled away the cloth and revealed the vial beneath. Inside was a dark crimson liquid that shimmered faintly under the light. It was thick, potent—vibrating with a power barely contained. Lucas instinctively knew this was no ordinary substance. And when he picked up the second letter beside it and began reading, the words nearly stole the breath from his lungs.
It was dragon blood.
Real. Dragon. Blood.
Even after everything he'd come to learn about cultivation, immortals, and otherworldly races, this was something else entirely. In all the books and stories, dragons were more than mere creatures—they were living forces of nature.
Untouchable. Divine. The idea that he now held their blood in his hand felt impossible.
His hands trembled slightly as he read on.
"Lucas, by now you've probably realized you're close to forming the Chaos Body. Once you condense the core, you'll complete it. Haha, I still remember when you were little and used to bolt the moment I came near with that foul-smelling medicine. You ran like the wind!"
Lucas paused, a small, embarrassed smile breaking through his otherwise tense expression. That memory was crystal clear. After long, punishing days of training—sore limbs, heavy eyes—his grandfather would appear with a bowl of that vile concoction. One sniff was enough to send him running, with his grandfather chasing close behind.
In those moments, he hadn't been a future cultivator or bearer of some ancient legacy—just a boy, tired and playful, trying to dodge another unpleasant dose of medicine.
That time felt so distant now, but the warmth of it lingered. His smile faded into something quieter. Sadder. Those days were gone.
He returned to the letter.
"This vial contains the blood of one of the strongest dragons to ever live. That oversized lizard owed me a favor. Took a lot of arguing—and maybe a few threats—but I got him to give it up.
Now listen carefully. Dragons aren't just powerful beasts. They're the Children of Creation. The first beings formed when the universe shaped itself. Their bodies act as bridges to natural energy. Where a dragon lives, nature blooms. The skies clear. The very air grows thicker with spirit.
Some ancient texts claim that when a dragon slumbers in the void of space, it draws in energy so powerfully that entire worlds form around its body. That's the kind of presence they command.
No matter how talented you are, Lucas, you are still human. And humans, as adaptable as we are, have limits. That's why I fought to get this for you.
Once you absorb the dragon blood, it will merge with the Chaos Energy inside you. Together, they'll form something new: the Chaos Dragon Bloodline. Your body will be reforged into a Chaos Dragon Body—stronger, more resilient, capable of holding far more energy than any human vessel. With that body, you won't just become powerful. You'll become someone even the heavens can't ignore."
Lucas stared at the vial, the letter resting on his lap. He had no words. No thoughts. Just the overwhelming feeling that every sacrifice his grandfather made, every moment of hardship, every mysterious medicine and intense training session—it had all been for this.
This wasn't a gift.
It was a legacy carved in sacrifice.