Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"No matter what's strange about this Icethorn Manor, I'm just going there to undergo bloodline modification. Whether it's successful or not, I'll return to Claytam City immediately afterward."

Dago calculated the time; he could only stay in the Ice Fortress for a maximum of twenty-five days, and he gave himself fifteen days.

If the purpose of this trip can be achieved within fifteen days, that would be best; otherwise, return home immediately.

In fact, Dargo didn't take the so-called "bloodline modification" at Ice Castle very seriously.

The effects of "bloodline modification" are indeed a powerful boost for ordinary ice wizards. The talent of being able to instantly cast an ice spell can almost be used as a trump card, and the talent of ice element energy affinity can "transform" an ice wizard, enhancing their abilities in all aspects.

But I am not doing this purely for energy affinity, but to restrain the Sea of ​​Despair within the spiritual space.

Bloodline modification is merely icing on the cake; it's best to have it, but it's not essential. Most importantly, it's not a permanent improvement. Once the characteristics within the bloodline are exhausted, the bloodline modification loses its effect.

Thinking it over, Ronan set up a rune array, then took out the sapling from his storage ring. After more than a month of continuous watering with his blood, the sapling grew rapidly.

The tree has grown from the size of two palms to more than a meter tall, with a trunk nearly two fingers thick and more than forty leaves, giving it a lush and verdant appearance.

The Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God became more spiritual after it grew up, and its actions to express affection became more obvious. When Dago took it out of his storage ring, the sapling immediately rustled with leaves, as if it were being affectionate with him.

As usual, Dago watered the tree with his own highly energetic blood after his corruption. After finishing, he habitually patted the treetop gently, playing with it and strengthening their bond.

"Um?!"

Suddenly, Dago's eyes flickered, and he gently pried open the bottommost clump of leaves with his fingers, revealing tiny, dark black tentacles beneath several blood-red leaves.

"What is this?"

Dago blinked, looking at the black tentacles on his hand, and subconsciously took out a communication brick from his storage ring and sent it to Bernal.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door of Dago's room. The door opened, and a tall, thin young man with a red nose and clever eyes stood respectfully in the doorway.

The young man was also carrying a plump grouse with gray-white feathers that occasionally flapped its wings.

"Respected Wizard, may this be alright?"

"Okay, thank you."

Dago took the grouse from the young man, casually tossed out a low-level magic stone, and before the young man could express his gratitude with a joyful expression, he had already closed the door.

Quickly returning to the sapling within the runic circle, Dago took out a communication stone from his pocket and calmly asked, "Found something alive, Bernal. What should I do next?"

Bernal's voice came from the communication stone, unlike his usual calm and indifferent tone; there seemed to be a suppressed excitement and urgency in his voice.

"I don't know the specifics of how to do it; you'll have to do it yourself, Dago. Try communicating with the Blood Tree of the Prisoner God and make it understand your meaning. Remember to record the entire process!!"

"comminicate."

Dago put down the communication stone and looked at the Blood Tree Sapling of the Prisoner God in front of him, his eyes slowly revealing a gleam of expectation.

According to Bernal, when the Blood Tree of the Prisoner grows tendrils resembling blood vessels, it proves that it has acquired a certain ability to refine bloodlines.

Dago took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart. He squatted down and slowly released his spiritual power towards the Blood Tree of the Imprisoning God in front of him.

His fluctuations in consciousness were incredibly gentle, like soothing a child.

The process went more smoothly than he had imagined, possibly because he had fed him a lot of his own blood, and because he had achieved a true blood connection with him in some sense, and had an unreserved intimacy and trust with him.

The Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God was full of spirituality and quickly understood his meaning.

When all the black tentacles hidden under the branches and leaves were revealed, Dagger discovered that there were far more tentacles than he had estimated.

The dense tentacles, like countless thin black threads, clung to Dago's right hand, gradually wrapping around the bewildered snow grouse in his hand, unaware of what was about to happen.

The whole process looked mysterious and sinister.

Dago released his grip, took two steps back, and stared intently at the scene before him.

When the grouse, used as an experimental subject, was completely covered by its whiskers, it became a state resembling a black ball of yarn.

"Gurgle—"

A sucking sound echoed in the quiet room, and all the dense black tentacles lit up. Then, the Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God also began to glow, and complex, light red, mysterious patterns appeared on each of its leaves. An indescribable mysterious aura wafted through the room.

Dago watched as the plump grouse, enveloped in countless tentacles, rapidly "shriveled up" within two seconds, though the life force within remained, albeit becoming extremely weak.

The Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God was trembling violently, desperately stretching out every red leaf on its body, and the mysterious patterns floating on the leaves became increasingly bright.

It's clear that the Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God is working really hard right now.

It is unknown how much time passed, but at the very top of the tree, a huge blood sac grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a blood-red branch as thick as a thumb quickly grew out of the blood sac.

Rather than a branch, it was more like another strange tentacle, only much thicker than the previous one. It was smooth and without any patterns, except for a small opening at the very top that resembled a suction cup.

The tube connecting to the blood pack extended to Ge's front, and a faint fluctuation of consciousness was transmitted to him.

Dago understood the information contained in this fluctuation of consciousness. After thinking for a moment, he directly inserted the whiskers back into the black "ball of yarn" wrapped in countless tentacles.

The blood sac at the top of the Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God quickly dried up until it shrank completely, while the originally shriveled "ball of yarn" swelled up again.

"Whoosh—"

In an instant, countless tentacles and whiskers loosened and retracted, and a lively snow grouse reappeared before Dago's eyes.

This snow grouse, which came from the kitchen of the "Ice Clam Tavern" and was "modified" by the Blood Tree Sapling of the Prisoner God, is now completely different from its original form.

Its size had increased by almost double, and its originally grayish-white feathers had turned completely white, emitting a faint glow under the illumination of the runes and magic array in the room.

Its legs and wings were visibly strong and powerful, its beak and claws were sharp, and its eyes gleamed like rubies, with a hint of ferocity in them.

A strange and powerful aura seemed to be awakening within it, and the changes in its body were continuing. Dago even sensed a large number of free energy particles in the air constantly converging towards it.

"Whoosh—"

A sharp whistling sound followed as a streak of white light hurtled towards Dago's face.

Dago snapped his fingers lightly, and the grouse, which declared "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of red and white blood mist. It was then enveloped by an invisible force, gathered into a ball, and fell into Dago's hand, where he put it into his storage ring.

"Strength increased three to four times, speed increased, body shape changed, physique changed, and the ability to actively absorb energy particles awakened."

A blank recording stone appeared out of nowhere in Dago's hand, and he began rapidly recording something on it.

When he finished what he was doing, his originally calm and handsome face was now filled with undisguised excitement and joy.

"It really does have the effect of refining bloodlines. An ordinary snow grouse, after one bloodline purification, almost has the potential to develop into a zero-level magical beast."

Turning his head, Dago's gaze fell back on the Blood Tree Sapling of the Prisoner God. His eyes immediately wavered, and he quickly walked up to it.

The Blood Tree Sapling of the Prisoner God appeared extremely withered, its leaves drooping and dull, looking listless and exhausted.

"Doing this now is still too strenuous for you, isn't it?"

Dago tried his best to soothe the Holy Blood Sapling's emotions, speaking gently.