Chapter 610: Are Three Bottles Enough?
He understood all too well what a pool of Primordial Deity Blood represented. If used wisely, it could elevate the Watson Family to unprecedented heights—perhaps even birth a powerhouse rivaling Star Sage Joey, someone with one foot already in the realm of transcendence.
No, not just touching the threshold of transcendence—the effect of Primordial Deity Blood could even usher in a new Sky Rank powerhouse for the Watson Family!
But unfortunately...
All of this was ruined by Reid Watson.
If Reid Watson hadn't given up control, maybe the Watson Family would have secured the Primordial Deity Blood.
At this thought, the Eighth-Level Title Archmage could no longer conceal his anger when he looked at Reid Watson. Forget about dignity—his face darkened as he roared, "Reid Watson, you idiot! Idiot! Just look at what you've done! An entire pool of Primordial Deity Blood, all handed over to the Merlin Family because of you!"
Confronted by the furious Cyrus Watson, Reid Watson didn't dare utter a word. He was so scared his face went pale, his eyes showing a hint of terror.
The moment he learned it was Primordial Deity Blood, Reid Watson realized just how grave the situation was.
If only he'd consulted Lord Cyrus during the negotiations with Leon Merlin—at least then he wouldn't be in such a humiliating mess...
"Lord Cyrus." After Cyrus Watson had berated Reid Watson for a solid four or five minutes, Leon suddenly interrupted him.
The Eighth-Level Title Archmage turned to glance at Leon, momentarily stunned. He took a deep breath, his emotions gradually settling. "Archmage Leon, what is it?"
"Lord Cyrus, I thought I heard you shouting something about Primordial Deity Blood..."
"No, no such thing as Primordial Deity Blood, Archmage Leon. You must've misheard..." Cyrus Watson flatly denied it.
"Lord Cyrus, lying isn't a good habit..." Leon shot Cyrus Watson a distant look. Though his face still wore a smile, his words carried unmistakable displeasure.
"Uh..." Cyrus Watson's face froze. Even a fool could hear the hint of discontent in the young Archmage's words. He couldn't help but regret—he'd once again underestimated Leon's power and status. Add to that the lingering resentment over losing the Primordial Deity Blood, and his tone had inevitably soured.
Now, that trace of dissatisfaction had clearly been noticed by the other side...
Forget it...
The Primordial Deity Blood was lost, and that's that. If his own dissatisfaction turned their relationship hostile again, it would be bad—not just for himself, but for the entire Watson Family...
With that thought, Cyrus Watson sighed, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Alright, Archmage Leon, it really is Primordial Deity Blood. These golden liquids—they're the blood of the ancient Elder Gods and Demons..."
"Oh?" Leon's eyes widened in surprise.
From the start, he'd known that whatever the Mountain Serpent was guarding with its life had to be incredibly precious. That's why he'd played a little trick during negotiations with Reid Watson. But he never imagined that the so-called treasure would be this extraordinary...
Primordial Deity Blood—just think about what that means...
"Archmage Leon, have you ever heard of our ancestor, Claus Watson...?"
"Of course. The Unbreakable Sword Saint, Claus Watson—who in Northend hasn't heard that name?" Cyrus Watson had barely finished speaking when Leon recalled the records about this ancestor of the Watson Family.
Back in the distant Third Dynasty, the Watson Family produced a true Sky Rank powerhouse—Claus Watson. He was also one of the strongest Sword Saints in family history, earning the title 'Unbreakable Sword Saint.' His body was not only as hard as iron, but could even shrug off most magical attacks.
When Claus Watson was still just a Ninth-Level Sword Saint, he once stumbled upon the Blazeforge Realm by pure chance, becoming the first human in history to enter that plane.
No one knows what he encountered or discovered there, but when he emerged from the Blazeforge Realm, he was no longer a Ninth-Level Sword Saint—he'd become a bona fide Sky Rank powerhouse...
"Exactly, that ancestor." Cyrus Watson paused, then continued, "But what nobody outside the Watson Family knows is, he didn't just enter the Blazeforge Realm—he even crossed the Horn of Plenty and found this demi-plane..."
Leon’s eyes lit up—this was the crucial part.
Later, he wrote a journal about his experiences in this demi-plane. Unfortunately, though that journal was kept in the Ancestral Grounds, we've only ever found half of it...
"I want to know if Claus Watson ever came here, and what happened to him in this place." Leon frowned.
"Our ancestor did come here—and he even bathed in Primordial Deity Blood. That's how he became a Sky Rank powerhouse here..." Cyrus Watson forced a smile as he gazed at the pool filled with Primordial Deity Blood.
...
Leon secretly shook his head. The truth was definitely more complicated. He could tell Cyrus Watson hadn't said everything—he was deliberately hiding something. Still, Leon understood; these were family secrets, and Cyrus had already shared more than enough.
In fact, this already explained why the Mountain Serpent could repeatedly hibernate and awaken nine times in this frozen land.
Every time the Mountain Serpent woke, it needed to devour massive amounts of food. For example, the one during the Third Dynasty swallowed an entire city’s worth of humans just to gain enough strength for another slumber. But look at this frozen wasteland—there’s no prey here at all.
So the energy sustaining the Mountain Serpent came from the Primordial Deity Blood.
But the Mountain Serpent clearly couldn’t absorb too much at once—at most, just a mouthful. Otherwise, even a primordial creature like the Mountain Serpent couldn’t handle that terrifying power.
Staring at the pool brimming with Primordial Deity Blood, Cyrus Watson felt a wave of bitterness. This was the blood that had once forged the Unbreakable Sword Saint—and now, an entire pool of it had slipped through his fingers. It meant the Watson Family had lost a chance to birth another Sky Rank powerhouse, and he himself would be remembered as the family’s eternal sinner.
"Are three bottles enough?" Leon’s voice suddenly cut through the air.
"Huh?" Cyrus Watson’s bitter expression froze, disbelief written all over his face as he stared at Leon.
"Are three bottles enough?" This time, Leon’s voice carried a hint of impatience.
Finally, Cyrus Watson snapped out of it—his bitterness transformed into joy as he nodded again and again. "Enough, more than enough—it's perfect."
Cyrus Watson never imagined that Leon would actually split off three bottles of Primordial Deity Blood for the Watson Family. Nor had he expected the young mage to be so generous.
Three bottles of blood were truly enough for them—not only could it propel Cyrus Watson to Sky Rank, but it could also help Reid Watson and Anthus both advance to Eighth-Level Title Archmage. For the Watson Family, it was like manna from heaven.
Not just Cyrus Watson—Reid Watson and Anthus were just as overjoyed. As members of the Blazeforge Realm expedition, they were both eligible for a bottle of Primordial Deity Blood. This sudden turn of events left them deeply satisfied...
Soon, Reid Watson eagerly volunteered to fill the three bottles with blood.
"Archmage Leon, what do you plan to do with the rest of the blood?" Now that the bottles were filled, Cyrus Watson was clearly in a good mood as he looked at Leon with a smile.
"I haven’t decided yet..." Leon frowned slightly. In truth, figuring out how to properly handle all this Primordial Deity Blood was a real problem.
"Archmage Leon, I have a suggestion..."
"Oh? Go ahead." Leon nodded.
"As you know, our ancestor became a Sky Rank Sword Saint by bathing in Primordial Deity Blood..."
"Right, I know that." Leon frowned again. "But we can't just bathe in it, can we...?"
"No, no, what I mean is—the best solution now is to move the entire pool."
"Alright, I understand..."
"Unfortunately, my Spatial Relic can't hold that much," Cyrus Watson said, regret in his voice. "Ordinary Spatial Relics can't withstand the power of the blood. If we had a High Essence Relic or a Transcendent Relic-level Spatial Relic, it might work."
"I’ll handle it..." Leon interrupted before Cyrus Watson could finish, calling Hubert, Reina, and the others over to dig out the entire pool.
Soon, everyone was hard at work, bustling with energy...
After about three minutes, a giant bowl—three meters in length, width, and height—appeared before everyone, filled to the brim with Primordial Deity Blood.
Then, Leon activated the natural demi-plane.
The once-peaceful space was suddenly swept by violent winds and frost, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake. As the spatial rift slowly formed, the scene before them blurred, space warped violently, and then time itself seemed to freeze...