The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Victoria observed Sam, who was just about finished eradicating the first waves of beasts—literally a thousand creatures with strengths ranging from above the Golden Core realm to Dao Seeing realm.

She then turned her attention to the second waves of beasts. Although fewer in number, they compensated with quality.

There were only dozens of Battle Monarch level beasts, a couple of Sage level beasts, and a single Great Sage level beast.

It would be a formidable challenge for a single cultivator.

Yet, Sam gazed at them fearlessly. No one, not even Victoria, could think that he was merely putting up a brave face. He genuinely appeared ready to face them.

This left her even more astonished.

Her eyes then shifted towards Helena, looking at her as if she were an alien from a far-off planet.

"What's with that look?" Helena noticed her, instinctively adjusting her robe.

"Is he really your son?" Victoria asked, glancing between Helena and Sam.

"Of course, he is my son. Why the heck would you ask me that?" Helena felt a level of offense she hadn't experienced before, especially from someone so close.

"Don't get me wrong; it's just that," Victoria, shaking her head, looked at Sam.

"How can someone as beautiful and heavenly as YOUR son be born in a world like this? I just couldn't get this thought out of my head... that's why..."

"I understand how you feel, but that's a very mean thing to ask. It was hurtful," Helena said with moist eyes.

"Whoa, are you actually crying?" Victoria asked, wide-eyed.

"No... I'm not," Helena wiped her eyes, trying not to show her embarrassing side to Victoria.

"When did you become such a crybaby? You're an adult, crying chicken?" Victoria silently thought to herself before turning her gaze to Sam.

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"Did you successfully pull every soul of the beasts I just killed?" Sam looked at the dead bodies of the beasts, or more accurately, their shadows.

Unknown to anyone but him, dark figures crept inside the shadows.

Not just one, but many, numbering in thousands. Some looked human, while others took various shapes and sizes—each more horrendous and frightening than the other.

"My lord, we didn't leave a single soul behind, but..." The figure Sam was talking to was one of his shadow soldiers, extracted from the death row prisoners of the Hailstorm Clan's dungeon prison.

Before he started annihilating the first wave of corrupted beasts, he ordered a couple of shadow soldiers to extract the souls by acting as extensions of his arms, moving through shadows to keep his ability to raise an army of undead soldiers a secret.

He found he could use his shadow soldiers like this by improving his mastery over his Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique rapidly.

"What is it?" Sam asked, seeing that the shadow soldier, he named as Bobby, was hesitating about something.

Even though they were only souls and not living people, they retained their cultivation and fully functional intelligence as they had when alive.

Bobby was a peak-stage Battle Monarch when alive, but after his soul was extracted, his cultivation fell to a lower stage.

"My lord, these beasts are very weak. I was wondering why your Majesty is willing to make these idiotic beasts your subordinates? They are not good enough to serve your Majesty," Bobby asked, lowering his head.

"Well, Bobby, it's not a bad idea to have as many subordinates as possible. They might be weak, but we can put them to good use as long as we have the numbers," Sam calmly replied, narrowing his eyes in the direction where he sensed the Battle Monarch level beasts.

"Your words are wise, as always, my lord," Bobby replied with absolute respect and obedience.

"There is going to be another battle, this time with Battle Monarch level beasts," Sam spoke.

"Continue collecting souls and don't show yourself, understand?"

"As you wish, my lord," Bobby bowed.

GROWL!

"Look at this, they have prepared ten Battle Monarch level beasts for this formation? Did they have to go so far just to deal with a bunch of younger generation brats?" Sam smiled slightly.

"I only used about five percent of the spiritual energy reserves to deal with the first wave of beasts."

He looked at the dead bodies of the beasts he killed. "I can devour these dead beasts to replenish my reserves, but I don't want to expose my innate ability."

"Come on," Sam held his sword firmly as the weapon glowed faintly with power, and sword Dao patterns could be seen swirling around it, giving it a holy sword-like appearance.

One of the Battle Monarch beasts resembled a dog with a body that looked like a lion, standing about 20 meters tall.

Its corrupted red skin and blood-dripping black eyes made it look like a bloodthirsty monster—a perfect war machine from every angle.

"He looks fun," Sam appeared before the beast and was about to cut its leg to restrict its movement.

Unlike before when he had to fight against lower-level beasts, he couldn't do it half-heartedly.

These were beasts with Battle Monarch level strength, and he had to put in some effort if he wanted to handle them perfectly.

As he was about to sever its leg, it suddenly turned, its ferocious sharp teeth dripping with disgusting saliva, intending to tear his flesh apart.

"Tch," Sam raised his Astral Ascendant sword, slashing at the incoming incisors.

A clink sound was heard, and with a growl, the beast pushed its big head at Sam, but he was strong enough to withstand it.

"This beast only has the aura of the lower stage of a Battle Monarch cultivator, but its physical strength is much stronger. I guess being a corrupted beast makes a big difference."

The beast growled menacingly as saliva from its mouth slowly dripped onto Sam's leg. "Eww, dog goo, gross."

His face became solemn, grossed out by it, and Sam subconsciously slashed his sword unharmoniously, making a deep cut on its upper mouth.

Sam raised an eyebrow when he saw its blood. "Hmph, black blood? So the corruption turns their blood black, huh?"

<Master, I sense something ominous in that blood. I advise you to keep yourself away from it; there is a chance it might have a corrosive effect on physical contact.>

"You don't say. I will never touch that gross stuff."

His face turned ugly, but even that didn't decrease his charm one bit.

"It's more disgusting than the dog goo."

"These bastards actually let themselves turn into grotesque beings with black blood just like these beasts? I just want to make them disappear into nothing, so that no one has to know that someting like this even existed."

Suddenly, from nowhere, and with no apparent reason, his anger flared up, almost making him go out of control.

However, before it did, he was able to take control of his emotions.

"What the hell was that? Hey, Codex, what just happened?"

<Master, I'm pretty sure it's because of your Primordial Chaos Dragon Bloodline; it's almost done assimilating.>

Sam summoned his status to look at the bloodline section.

[Bloodline(s): Frozen Abyssal Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline, Primordial Chaos Dragon Bloodline (Assimilation: 99.55%)]

"Tell me, is something going to happen when the assimilation hits the 100% mark?" Sam asked with a serious gaze.

Codex: "_"

Sam sighed in defeat. "Alright, then tell me, why did I suddenly feel my anger flare up like that?"

<Master, I can't go into details because of the restriction, but I think the bloodline felt disgusted and humiliated by the fact that dragons, a proud and majestic race, are willing to get corrupted by the devils instead of using their strength. That's why, as a side effect, your anger flared up.>

"I understand it all, but I got that bloodline in my first inheritance. Still, I don't know what this bloodline can do, and I don't know a heck about the Eternal Dragon Monarch."

"I noticed that unlike the second and third inheritances, I didn't get a description about the Eternal Dragon Monarch. Why is that?"

"I researched about him, found nothing about him. Who is the Eternal Dragon Monarch? And why didn't I get a description about him?"

<...>

"For fuck's sake, give me something!" Sam, frustrated by not getting any answers from the codex, delivered a powerful punch to the beast dog's forehead, sending it flying and crashing into a rock.

The corrupted dog beast writhed in pain, a visible crack forming on its forehead.

Its bloodshot eye fixed on Sam while emitting a strange growl.

<Master, I'm not allowed to say anything about this, but I promise you one thing: when you finish dealing with the corrupted ones, all your questions will be answered.>

Sam gazed at the beast dog, contemplating the words of the codex.

The dog beast shook its huge head and charged at Sam, mouth wide open, and saliva dripping.

After a moment of deep thought, Sam replied calmly, "Ever since I got my hands on you, my life has taken a huge turn—for the best."

Raising his sword against the oncoming dog beast, the blade glowed with Sword Dao patterns swirling around it, emitting a faint whistling sound.

Holding it with both hands and raising the sword above his head, Sam infused it with his Ice Dragon essence, while strengthening with Ice Dao essence.

The Ice Dao, once separate, now formed part of the Transcendent-grade Dao—the Dao of Nature.

He can still use it if he wants to, just like any other elemental essence of the Dao of Nature.

"I trust this time will be the same as well."

With a sharp glint from the sword energy, he slashed his sword at the charging dog beast.

Abyssal Fang Strike, a technique crafted by an ancestor of the Hailstorm Clan, seamlessly merged the unique essence of the dragon with the Frozen Abyssal Dragon Bloodline, Ice Dao energy, and Sword Dao energy.

The result was a sword intent brimming with freezing energy, capable of not only freezing the foe but also inflicting devastating damage with the sword energy.

The sword intent, enriched with Ice Dragon essence and a surge of ice intent, sharply pierced through the bog beast's form, landing squarely on its head.

Upon impact, the Ice Qi transformed the creature's head into a frozen mass of meat, extending from its head to half its body.

Following the chilling effect of the Ice Qi, the sword Qi cleaved through its dark red flesh, penetrated its thick skull, and ultimately severed its corrupted brain into two pieces, putting an end to its life once and for all.

All of this unfolded in a mere matter of seconds.

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