Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 141: Replacing Energy With Bloodline Blood

The moment the lid lifted and he saw what was inside, he couldn’t help but gasp audibly in shock.

Sitting in the center of the box, cushioned on white silk, was what looked like a dried-up seed roughly the size of a baby’s fist. It resembled an oversized sesame seed, wrinkled and brown.

"This is a legendary sesame seed?" Vogue said with obvious sarcasm, though his racing pulse suggested he had recognized what he was actually looking at.

Sean rolled his eyes, knowing full well that Vogue was joking. "Very funny. Let me explain what you’re actually holding."

Mr. White spoke up in a serious tone, gently reaching over to lift the seed from its box with careful, reverent hands.

"This is called a Creation Seed," the elder explained quietly. "It’s one of the rarest spiritual treasures in existence. This particular seed has the capability to grow an entire independent world inside the body of a cultivator who successfully bonds with it."

He paused to let that sink in before continuing. "I’m sure you understand the incredible benefits of possessing a complete internal world."

Mr. White began listing the advantages: "You can shape and design the world however you want, creating the optimal environment for your specific cultivation path. You can transfer physical items directly into the world for safe storage with no spatial limitations. You can redirect killing attacks or severe damage from your actual body into the internal world, essentially giving yourself an extra life. You can plant spiritual herbs and raise spirit beasts inside with accelerated time flow. And most importantly..."

The elder’s eyes became intense. "When your internal world reaches a sufficient level of development and stability, you can actually manifest it externally and create an entirely new dimension in reality itself. That’s the true ultimate potential of a Creation Seed."

Vogue’s pupils constricted as he processed this information. An internal world was something that Luminous Realm and higher cultivators spent decades or centuries trying to develop through arduous meditation and resource consumption. But this seed would grant that capability immediately, and at a far higher quality than normal cultivation could achieve.

He looked up from the seed to meet Sean’s eyes, then glanced at Mr. White. His expression became guarded and suspicious.

"This Creation Seed is vastly more valuable than a Heaven Grade technique," Vogue stated bluntly. "Probably worth ten Heaven Grade techniques at minimum, maybe more. So what’s the real catch here? What do you actually want from me?"

Sean smiled wryly at being seen through so quickly. "You’re extremely sharp, Vogue. I appreciate that quality."

He leaned forward with his elbows on the table. "To be completely honest with you—we want you to do something for us. Something dangerous that requires your specific talents and abilities."

Vogue leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "What exactly?"

Mr. White took over the explanation, his expression becoming deadly serious.

"We want you to help us open and explore a secret ancient ruin that we’ve recently discovered the location of."

Vogue immediately shook his head firmly. "I’m only interested in a simple exchange of techniques. Going into dangerous secret domains and ruins isn’t in my interest at all. Too many variables, too many ways to die unexpectedly."

Sean opened his mouth to try persuading him, but Mr. White raised one hand to stop his nephew from speaking.

The elder looked directly into Vogue’s eyes and spoke three words that changed everything.

"It’s a Saint’s ruin."

Vogue’s entire body went rigid. His pupils constricted to pinpoints as the implications hit him like a physical blow.

Saints were the stuff of absolute legends. The cultivation hierarchy went: Stellar Knight realm, then Luminous Realm, then Eternal Star Realm, and finally the mythical Saint Realm.

Even in this entire continent, there had only been one confirmed person in all of recorded history who had successfully broken through to achieve Sainthood—the legendary Saint Christopher, who had lived over a thousand years ago and whose exploits were still taught in every cultivation academy.

A Saint’s ruin would contain treasures, techniques, and resources so far beyond normal comprehension that even a single minor item from such a place could transform someone’s entire cultivation path.

"There’s also a credible rumor," Mr. White continued quietly, "that the corpse of a divine Phoenix is sealed somewhere inside this particular ruin."

Vogue’s hands clenched.

A Phoenix corpse. Phoenix blood. Phoenix essence.

If he could obtain even a small amount of authentic Phoenix blood, he would be able to awaken the remaining five dragon heads of his physique almost instantly, jumping from four heads to potentially all nine in one massive breakthrough.

That would catapult his power to levels that even most Luminous Realm experts couldn’t match.

There were countless other treasures that would likely be present in a Saint’s ruin as well. Ancient techniques, divine weapons, spiritual herbs that had been extinct for millennia, formation knowledge, bloodline refinement methods.

The opportunities were almost limitless.

But so were the dangers.

Saint-level ruins were notorious for having death traps that could kill even Luminous Realm cultivators instantly. Protective formations that had lasted a thousand years. Guardian beasts at impossible power levels. Spatial distortions.

Vogue sat in silence for a long moment, weighing the incredible potential rewards against the very real possibility of permanent death.

Finally, he looked up and met Mr. White’s patient gaze.

"Tell me more about this ruin."

Sean and Mr. White exchanged satisfied glances.

Mr. White’s expression became distant as he began recounting the history behind this particular ruin, his voice taking on the quality of someone telling an ancient legend.

"About three hundred years ago," the elder began, "there was a Saint-level cultivator who had reached the absolute peak of power in this world. His name has been lost to time, but records suggest he was approaching the threshold of transcending beyond even the Saint Realm into something higher."

He paused for emphasis.

"This Saint encountered a divine Phoenix—an actual god-beast from the higher realms that had descended to our world for reasons unknown. The two beings fought each other with such devastating intensity that an entire country was rendered completely uninhabitable."

Vogue leaned forward with intense interest, completely absorbed in the story.

"The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights without pause," Mr. White continued. "Mountains were leveled. Rivers were boiled dry. The very fabric of space itself was torn apart in multiple locations. Witnesses who observed from a safe distance said the sky turned blood red and lightning fell like rain."

Sean added quietly, "There are still areas in the Eastern Wastes where nothing will grow because the land was so thoroughly destroyed by their combat. The ground is permanently scorched and lifeless even three centuries later."

Mr. White nodded gravely.

"It was said that both combatants fought until their very last breath, pushing each other to complete mutual destruction. In the end, both the Saint and the divine Phoenix fell simultaneously, their life forces extinguished."

The elder’s eyes became more intense.

"But using his final dying breath and the last remnants of his Saint-level power, this cultivator created a hidden ruin. He poured his remaining energy into constructing a sealed dimensional space where he placed his complete inheritance—all his techniques, all his treasures, all his knowledge—for whoever possessed the talent and capability to claim it."

"The entrance was designed to only open for someone meeting very specific criteria that the dying Saint established. We believe he wanted to ensure his legacy went to a worthy successor rather than being plundered by tomb raiders."

Vogue absorbed all this information carefully, his mind already calculating possibilities and risks.

"And you’ve managed to locate this ruin after all these centuries?"

"Yes," Mr. White confirmed. "We discovered the approximate position of the ruin about one hundred years ago through a combination of ancient texts, spatial readings, and investigative work. But we’ve been completely unable to actually open the entrance despite numerous attempts."

Sean leaned forward.

"So we’ve kept the location absolutely secret for the past century, waiting and hoping to eventually encounter a dual-talent individual who might be able to activate the opening mechanism."

Vogue furrowed his brow with skepticism.

"But dual talents aren’t exactly rare, are they? Uncommon, yes, but not so rare that you’d need to wait a hundred years to find one."

Sean smiled bitterly, and there was genuine frustration in his expression.

"You don’t fully understand the political situation, Vogue. Let me explain something important."

He counted off on his fingers.

"Every single dual-talent individual who awakens and reveals themselves publicly is immediately snatched up and recruited by major forces within days or even hours. The Great Families compete for them. The top-tier universities offer full scholarships and benefits. The Citadel Administration tries to bind them with contracts. Criminal organizations sometimes try to kidnap them."

"By the time anyone even hears about a new dual talent awakening, that person has already been acquired by some powerful faction or institution."

Mr. White added,

"If we were to hire one of these already-affiliated dual talents to help us open the ruin, their backing forces would immediately want their share of whatever treasures we found inside. And they wouldn’t be satisfied with just a percentage—they would try to take control of the entire ruin."

His expression became grim.

"We Klein Family are prominent and influential in the outer rings, certainly. We have wealth and connections. But compared to the major academies like Valor University, or compared to the inner ring Great Families, or compared to the Citadel Administration? We’re nothing. We’re ants trying to negotiate with dragons."

"The moment a major power learned about this Saint’s ruin, they would either force us into an unequal partnership where we get almost nothing, or they would simply take it from us entirely through political or military pressure. We lack the strength to protect such a discovery from truly powerful organizations."