Drastic changes took ce in the vampire n''s hidden dimension as days rolled into weeks and months, and very quickly one year went by and the next quickly followed.
From shock to tion and to further shock the vampire nsman observed in stupefaction the dull streams of blood gradually turned lustrous crimson, pure to a borderline holy level in their eyes, to the extent where the radiations from the blood essence pools had afflicted the atmosphere, an overcast crimson sky that began to shower with blood.
Not only did the ground swallow these droplets of blood as nourishment but even the people below the sky weed the change with open arms, fervent to the extent of prostrating and praying to an obscure God even they didn''t know existed.
These minute yet subtle details hadn''t escaped the eyes of Siegfried and although he felt that something had definitely changed— it was only his intuition speaking yet even that was dulled to his senses.
It was the same sky, same mountains and rivers, same dimension, and the same blood flowing through his veins and the earth below— yet something somehow felt different.
It was a frightening sensation.
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Of course, this sensation originated from Rosaline who had already emerged from the embryo with a new body not too long ago— barely a few months.
Rosaline erected two thrones of blood on the tform, their massive size almost upying the altar.
She moved Leonardo, who was in a state of suspended animation with chaotic energies all around his body, to the main throne and seated herself on the subsidiary throne.
Utilizing the information Leonardo left in her mind, she performed hand seals to split another eight ether streams of energy that rushed into her throne and by extension, her body.
She was currently spreading her bloodthirsty territory through the tform, the altar, the undergroundwork, and the entire hidden dimension to slowly refine it into her private sub-dimension— propelling her past the core moulding of mergingws and substance, immediately achieving singrity.
From level 91 to 100, through the process of reconstructing a body ofws, cultivators are ultimately capable of fusing the sub-dimension into their bodies during the process of construction.
The moulding of the core refers to blending the sub-dimension seamlessly into the body of the cultivator, allowing thews of both parties to interact and supplement one another.
As for the singrity realm, it corresponds to the perfect fusion thereafter— the sudden change in the hidden dimension is a result of Rosaline slowly moulding thews of the dimension into her body and vice versa with the blood essenceke as a medium, but her innate martial intent afforded her such leverage in a mannerpletely hidden from the perception of Siegfried, who could only grasp a vague sense of unease.
Rosaline''s eyes shed with a twinkle of mirth as she observed Leonardo within the entwined energies before flipping her palm open, a faint lotus of ck mes blooming on her palm— but it didn''t radiate warmth.
Rather, there was a mysterious feeling of absolute cold that could freeze one''s essence and soul.
Her crimson eyes sparkled in wonder, quickly dispelling these thoughts as she closed her eyes, her long hair a mix of white and ck as it rested on her shoulder during her silent meditation.
"You''ve really surprised me, little Leo," a smile that softened her cold features fleeted past her expression, but it was so faint it might have been an illusion.
Time carried on unhurriedly while Leonardo''s sub-dimension was slowly getting on the right track.
As of yet, his technique ofpressing his various domains disyed itself bypressing the deste domain into a clear moon that floated high in the sky, the eternal night extending like a ck tapestry that wrapped around the sub-dimension from all corners.
After achieving divinity and for the past two years, Leonardo''s split soul was constantly at work, investing worldly energy and ether into the sub-dimension while mending the fragmentedws in preparation for that final step from level 90 to level 91.
From level 71 to high divinity, it was all but an umtion of energy and in Leonardo''s case— an umtion of ether.<novelsnext></novelsnext>
To reach high divinity he needed sufficiently powerfulws that are self-sustained and self-sufficient, which was obviously something he didn''tck.
Thus, the next bottleneck facing Leonardo was the hurdle from level 90 to level 91, destroying and reconstructing his body ofws. However, to raise the affinity between his body and the sub-dimension to perfection, he can''t advance to level 91 without understanding all thews contained within this space.
For example, say he fixed 9 out of 10ws and constructed his body based on thesews, then he happened to fix thestw in the sub-dimension, the inconsistency between vessel and dimension would block Leonardo from achieving perfect singrity— forever barring his cultivation path.
It could be said that other than raising his cultivation level from 71 to 74for the past two years and a few months, the only progress that Leonardo made was in mending the fragmentedws— at least the simplisticws of nature that didn''t include things like life, death, and time.
The life and deathws would naturally be mended based on Leonardo''s experience during his rebirth tribtion, while the rest of the fragmentedws that have already been fixed up were currently blending smoothly into the maind.
Other than the obvious absence of sun, everything else seemed perfectly natural.
From mountains to seas and rivers, trees and gardens, and even the high moon in the sky.
However, everything seemed monotonous and artificial if inspected on a deeper level, especially with the evidentck of living organisms— not even bacteria could be spotted.
An omnipresent consciousness seemed to monitor every corner of the dimension at all times, continuously infusing ether to mend thews.
Suddenly, the ether that was being slowly infused had a sudden change, the flow which was akin to a gentle drizzle transformed into a stormy, torrential rain.
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Rosaline opened her eyes, noticing that the ether pirs connected to Leonardo''s sub-dimension, and his body began to rumble, massive volumes of ether quickly rushing into both points of transfer.
Understanding the situation, she also tossed away her reservations and made a few hand seals, the eight pirs connected to her throne started to thump powerfully as well, initiating the final phase of refining this vast dimension while Leonardo''s cultivation level began to skyrocket.
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"What is going on?!"
Elders charged into the sky one after the other, feeling a substantial will of consciousness spreading to cover the entire hidden dimension, this consciousness seemed to have a powerful coercive effect on their bloodline— a sense of fear that surfaced from their very bloodlines.
How could they know that they''ve been willingly allowing Rosaline to infiltrate their bloodlines through the blood essence pool?
The more vampires cleansed their bloodlines, the deeper levels of control would Rosaline have on them. In a sense, within her rebirth rank domain, even though it had yet to mature— even Siegfried was no match for her.
As the sky and earth rumbled, a projection of Rosaline on her throne appeared in the clouds above, causing everyone''s hearts to beat rapidly.
The unique temperament she developed as thedy of House Hestia, looking down on the poption of vampires while a crimson phoenix dress akin to the color of blood hugged her figure.
Just as Rosaline was about to coerce everyone into submission, Siegfried shot into the sky and gave her a humble, subservient bow, and spoke with a voice rich in emotion, "This one greets the Blood Matriarch!"
Rosaline''s mouthgged partially open as the words she nned to say next didn''t leave her lips, shocked and confused. However, the vampire nsmen who saw their n lord bow immediately followed behind him— their thoughts were simple to the extreme.