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Seven days later, in the secret underground chamber of the castle.

The secret room was set up by Ian himself, with silver-white runes engraved on the walls, which, upon closer inspection, appear to be slowly flowing.

On the central ground, a circular magic circle with a diameter of three meters was drawn using dark red refined gold powder.

The magic circle has intricate lines, with ancient runes representing stability, containment, and transformation nested in the center.

Latour sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, his upper body bare.

After seven days of medicinal baths and magical potions, his originally lean body had become much slimmer.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was steady and long, but his hands, clasped together on his knees, were slightly tense, and the veins on the back of his hands were visible.

Ian stood at the edge of the magic circle without saying a word.

Even the little quack on my shoulder was unusually quiet, its eyes fixed intently on the center of the magic circle.

Time passed little by little.

Guided by Ian's mental power, the magic in the air seeped into the magic circle bit by bit.

The dark red gold powder shimmered, spreading from the edges towards the center.

Finally, the entire magic circle lit up, emitting a deep hum.

The air in the sealed room became thick and scalding hot.

Ian raised his hand and suspended the two crystal tubes above Latour's head.

One is a violet-colored [Dream Potion], and the other is a dark gold liquid-like, limited-edition [Rock Bear Potion].

"Father, remember what I told you."

Ian's voice pierced through the magic circle and reached Latour's ears clearly.

Latour didn't open his eyes, he just nodded.

With a flick of his finger, Ian precisely guided two vials of medicine into Latour's mouth.

Latour's body trembled slightly, then his breathing became rapid and his brows furrowed.

The muscles in my face began to twitch uncontrollably, as if I were enduring some kind of extreme pain, or as if I were having an incredibly real nightmare.

Then, even more astonishing changes began.

On the surface of his skin, faint, light brown, shadowy patterns resembling the fur of a demonic bear began to appear.

At first they were just blurry spots, but soon they seemed to come alive and connected with each other.

It outlines intricate dark patterns resembling cracks in rock strata, or the fur of some giant beast.

Ian's eyes were focused.

This is different from when he took it himself, which directly triggered the phantom of the "Earth Vein Molten Core Beast".

The trace of advanced bloodline information contained in the Limit-Breaking Potion seems to require a "guide" or "resonance" to be fully activated.

"It seems that only I can activate the bloodline imprint of the 'Earth Vein Core Behemoth'."

The most crucial moment has arrived within the magic array.

Ian's eyes were focused, his mental power like the most precise scalpel, adjusting the energy flow of the magic circle.

To ensure that the potent medicinal power can be released and transformed in an orderly manner within the father's body, rather than instantly bursting this mortal body.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead; maintaining such precise control was a considerable burden for him.

"Hmm..."

Latour let out a suppressed groan, his body jolted violently, and then stiffened and tensed up.

His skin quickly turned red and hot, his bones made a "crackling" sound as they were strained, and his muscle fibers tore, reformed, and expanded wildly!

A fierce and powerful aura, as heavy as the earth, began to rise from Latour's body, growing stronger and stronger.

The aura is rising steadily!

The aura of a novice apprentice was instantly shattered; intermediate apprentice, advanced apprentice... and so on upwards.

Its aura contained the savage wildness of a top-tier demonic bear, but it wasn't entirely the aura of a rock-armored demonic bear; it was more like an advanced version.

Inside the sealed room, the temperature rises sharply, and the air becomes distorted.

On the ground, the magic array shone brightly, doing its best to stabilize the raging energy turbulence.

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Ian was completely focused, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he constantly fine-tuned the positions of the suspended magic stones, repairing the minor instability of the magic circle.

Every fluctuation of the energy tide made his heart tighten.

Time passed slowly, yet it also seemed to pass very quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, the intensely fluctuating aura emanating from Latour reached a certain level.

It finally started to stabilize and gradually became calm.

The aura of mortals completely disappeared, replaced by a transcendent aura, carrying a heavy texture and vibrant vitality.

Ian sensed it for a while, and although its strength and aura were not as good as those of a true first-level wizard.

But in terms of life level and pure power, they have already entered that realm.

The light from the magic array suddenly subsided, and all the strange phenomena ceased.

Latour was still sitting there, but he was a completely different person.

He opened his eyes, and two beams of light flashed and disappeared in the secret room.

Her originally gray hair now had a hint of dark brown showing through at the roots.

More importantly, his eyes no longer held the sharp composure of a mortal knight, but possessed an added quality...

A commanding presence, coupled with a hint of indifference befitting a newly born, extraordinary life form.

He slowly stood up.

"Click, click, crackle..."

The bones emitted a series of crisp popping sounds, full of power.

He clenched his fist, and the air crackled as he squeezed it.

"This power..."

He looked down at his hands, and the skin on his palms had returned to its normal color.

But upon closer inspection, a very faint, warm, jade-like dark golden hue seems to flow beneath the skin.

With a thought, he issued his first command to the unfamiliar yet powerful force within his body.

hum...

A deep, heavy sense of power surged from his chest and heart, like viscous lava, instantly flowing to his right fist.

Soon, the skin of his entire right fist and forearm was instantly covered with a layer of dark gold luster.

It is like a hard, frosted rock, extremely dense.

This is rock metallization!

Without hesitation, without a running start.

Latour faced the stone wall and simply thrust his right fist forward.

The movements were not fast, even somewhat slow, but they carried an indomitable will.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud bang rang out.

The entire sealed room trembled slightly, and dust fell in rustling sounds.

Where the fist struck, a deep fist mark was clearly visible, with half of his arm embedded in it.

The edges of the fist print were smooth, without any radial cracks.

The hard obsidian turned into soft "mud" the moment it came into contact with it.

This is the most direct manifestation of the "power of the earth": heavy, cohesive, and altering the form of matter.

Latour withdrew his fist and looked at the smooth, embedded fist mark.

His eyes blazed with an unprecedented, fiery light!

He loosened his clenched fist, and the dark golden luster slowly faded, his forearm returning to its original state.

Immediately afterward, without stopping, he took a deep breath and focused some of his attention on his feet.

Then, he tried to take a step forward.

Footsteps landed.

Extremely subtle ripples of energy spread out from the sole of his shoe, extending over a radius of less than one meter.

There was no vibration; it was more like the stone slabs beneath his feet, creating a deeper "resonance" with him.

He landed silently, but his lower body felt more stable than ever before.

It feels like as long as your feet are one with the ground, any impact will be instantly absorbed into the earth beneath your feet.

He then tried jogging a few steps quickly, turning, and stopping abruptly.

Every movement was so steady it seemed inhuman, as if it had taken root on the ground!

This is a characteristic of [Earth Vein Resonance], an instinct formed after his bloodline awakened.

A connection to the earth and a solid foundation!