Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 826 - 708: Reinforcements and Pure-blooded Giant Dragon Species

"Lady Serra, this way, please be careful."

Aiven, tall and dressed in a black formal suit, led three petite and beautiful women, one older, two younger, down a picturesque hill near the Georgia Territory Waterfall Hill, treading softly in the morning sunlight.

The group had just paid their respects to the last orthodox inheritor of the "Life Tree School," Aiven's nominal mentor and a friend of the Snake Witch Serra from centuries past—the "Snake-man" Hibekrite.

Back when Aiven had just ascended to the rank of Upper-Rank Wizard and retrieved the [Mountain Giant] from the sea, he naturally didn't neglect the snake-man's remains.

However, at that time, the more picturesque Buffalo and Long Island weren't his territory yet.

Considering all factors, Aiven ultimately buried his mentor near the Waterfall Hill Wizard Tower. After all, the mentor's dying wish was for the "Life Tree School" to continue, and witnessing the foundational site of the school thrive would have allowed him to rest in peace.

"Though Crete was never good at interacting with others or teaching students, always burying himself in research, I know that the continuation of the 'Life Tree School' was always his biggest concern.

Everything Crete wanted, you've achieved for him. I want to thank you on his behalf, Aiven!"

Now fully restored, the Snake Witch could not hide her alluring presence, even in front of Aiven, despite her intentional restraint.

The attire she wore was primarily purple and gold, with small scale-like gold accents outlining her perfect feminine curves in a short jacket, revealing a slender waist as white and soft as a snake's.

A fine gold chain draped diagonally around her waist and hips, the tasseled hem of a front-slit sheer skirt swaying, exposing skin so fair it was almost blinding against the winter light.

Although attending a memorial, her attire was far more dazzling than her usual black gauze clothing.

"It's nothing; it's what I should have done. Besides, without the heritage of the 'Life Tree School,' I'd probably still be a straightforward navy officer."

In casual conversation, Aiven learned that when Serra and Hibekrite lived in the Old Continent, their homeland was the Desert Kingdom Heimar, and he wondered if their attire reflected a unique custom from there.

Rustle, rustle...

The group descended the hill, arriving by the perpetually gurgling waterfall beside the hill, even in winter.

Gazing at the Wizard Tower nestled amidst verdant coniferous woods in the distance, Serra's yellow snake-like eyes grew a little hazy, then she turned her head slightly up towards Aiven:

"Aiven, we don't plan to return to Celebes recently. I want to stay with Lisa and Nara in the 'Life Tree School' for a while, if that's okay?"

Perhaps because of her compassion, and Aiven's life-saving help, this Snake Witch treated him much like a true nephew or niece, even better than her two disciples.

When facing her, Aiven could also sense something similar to how he felt with Aunt Daphne.

This sentiment he could actually understand.

In the conventional sense among common people, connected by blood, one is referred to as "Bloodline descendants"; however, in a wizard school that places significant emphasis on heritage and development, a similar descendant could be termed as a "Magical Heir."

In many wizards' minds, a "Magical Heir" who can inherit their knowledge and philosophy, elevating the school, is sometimes esteemed even above "Bloodline descendants."

As the "Snake-man's" only "Magical Heir," it wasn't surprising that he received such special consideration from her.

The two young women beside them also looked at Aiven, their amber eyes full of hope. Clearly, they had a very good impression of this powerful, handsome, wealthy relative of their friend and teacher, Angie.

However.

Hearing this request, Aiven gave a wry smile and explained to them:

"Lady Serra, you're more than welcome to stay here, but..."

Aiven, always caring for friends and family, chose not to hide the current crisis facing not just his domain but the entire Tulip Colony.

To mortal nations and powerful wizards alike, the Hilus Empire and the "Tinder Sect" behind it are colossal entities to be revered. Unless unavoidable, no one would willingly get involved in disputes of such magnitude.

However.

Serra showed no sign of panic upon hearing this, instead flashing a brilliant smile at Aiven, one that almost outshone any flower in bloom:

"When I was chased by the 'Deceitful Dream Cultist' into the [Dark Side of the World], I resolved never to run again. Crete probably felt the same.

This place is wonderful, I like it very much. It's settled then, little Aiven!"

With that, she stood on tiptoe to gently pat Aiven's shoulder.

The brightness of her smile seemed almost too dazzling, turning Aiven's words of refusal for this benevolent ally into a firm promise: "Lady, on my lands, no one can make you flee again. You can stay as long as you wish!"

Then.

Aiven led the mentor and disciples to the Wizard Tower, watching as they joyfully picked their rooms under Angie's guidance. Aiven couldn't help but let out a soft sigh:

"Is it indeed impossible for a wizard who has undergone 'Soul Ascension' to change their path?"

By now, he had noticed that not only Angie found potential in the twin sisters.

Including the Snake Witch Serra, the three shared a high affinity with the "Life Tree School." Welcoming them would undoubtedly be a mutually beneficial and prosperous event.

However.

The process from a Tier 1 Apprentice to a Tier 2 Wizard's "Soul Ascension" is also known as—Gold Touch.

In the common knowledge of wizards, once the "Gold Touch" step is taken, it is impossible to change paths. A Wild Mage will always be a Wild Mage and will never be accepted by any Extraordinary Source; the transition between different schools is even more of a pipe dream.

"This corner is hard to dig..."

...

Time passes day by day.

Queen Liweina, staying at the White Swan Castle, works remotely from home every day, holding video conferences. With the "Rose Sword Saint" as her pillar of strength locally, she doesn't have to worry about any disturbances occurring.

Yet, a heavy atmosphere of impending storm is gradually spreading over the Golden Sea and the Black Sea East Coast. Many perceptive forces have sensed something amiss, but it has been difficult to identify the source in the short term.

The fleet that Aiven originally thought would not hide for too long, however, has yet to reappear, as if it transformed into a Ghost Ship and completely vanished into the sea.

Perhaps the already-winter season aided them greatly; although the sea in winter is fraught with cold waves, strong winds, and giant waves, just as dangerous as the stormy summer season.

But in the absence of a large-scale storm to trace its tracks, finding this fleet is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Although Aiven possesses three Legendary Battleships, he doesn't regard the so-called Invincible Fleet as a threat in and of itself, but the Peak Extraordinaries that are sure to accompany the fleet compel him to pay attention.

Even if he wins the team match but loses the individual match in the end, the result is still a loss!

However, after settling in Serra and her apprentice, he did not remain idle. Regardless of the enemy's myriad changes, he was ready to shatter it with sheer strength. Enhancing one's own strength is never wrong when the enemy's real situation is unknown.

In less than two months.

"Spiritual Origin Overflow" is an opportunity that cannot be sought, leaving Olivia and Angie with virtually no hope of promotion.

And after experiencing the bizarreness of the "Broken Star Sea", Aiven feels that only Tier 3 and above offers reasonable security, and he is not prepared to take them on another adventure.

But research work, which had begun some time ago, has now put the "Pure-blooded Giant Dragon Bloodline Transplantation Project", enhanced by the fusion of the Creator's Blood as the last missing piece, on the agenda.

In the depths of the high-end laboratory at the Witchcraft Garden. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Within a cylindrical crystal incubation tank filled with transparent high-energy nutrient liquid, Anita, dressed only in a white snug small garment, curls up hugging her knees, quietly falling into a slumber like a baby returning to the womb.

The girl's head of beautiful, emerald-green long hair gently sways with the continuous flow of refreshed liquid, resembling seaweed.

The floor outside the incubation tank is etched with various blood-colored runes and techniques.

Swoosh—

Under the guidance of Aiven and Angie, an intangible Spiritual Wind suddenly rises in the enclosed space.

The ritual has commenced.

Compared with the yields from the Netherworld Dragon Vein, the Blood Chalice, Celestial Feather Dragon, trades from the Dragon Covenant, and the pure Dragon Blood with Extraordinary Traits obtained from the Clock Tower.

Aiven ultimately uses that bottle of Dragon Blood as a base, performing a deep transformation with the Creator's Blood, following the Sea Emperor Dragon's template.

Furthermore, he spliced the Golden Chain of the two Mythical Creatures, the Giant Dragon and the Mountain Giant, to the extent that his sister, the Great Knight, could bear, and maximized the removal of the bloodline influence of the Jet Black Dragon.

As for the Blood Chalice, known to produce the blood of all known creatures, its origin is very likely a Chaos Demon God from the Lower Realm. While it was used to extract the Golden Chain, Aiven had no intention of implanting it into his sister's body.

Boom!

Aiven opened the crystal bottle in his hand, from which a magnificent golden-blue blood, shimmering with intense Extraordinary Spiritual Light, slithered out like a little snake.

With the intervention of the Creator's Blood, it quietly passed through the crystal wall, coalescing into a bright, flashing blood orb above his sleeping sister's head.

A formless, unnerving pressure descended silently, and the radiant golden-blue Spiritual Light subtly transformed into a giant, defiant form, as if the spacious laboratory could hardly contain its existence!

"Angie!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

The master and apprentice each stood at a corner of the ritual circle, raising their hands. Their identical magical power resonated, illuminating the vast rune technique beneath them, causing the numerous complex patterns to light up one by one.

Then they exchanged glances and spoke the Fusion Curse in unison:

acti——

Roar——!

Simultaneously, a loud dragon roar echoed in their hearts, the roar of a True Dragon.