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In the western part of the continent of Anoria, where magic is scarce, wizards are rarely seen.

In recent years, a kingdom called "Latour" has risen rapidly, annexing more than a dozen nearby duchies.

Just when people thought it would continue to expand, it came to an abrupt halt two years ago.

Latour Marcus officially proclaimed himself emperor, announcing the birth of the "Latour" Empire and resuming normal diplomatic activities with neighboring powers, giving all the surrounding forces a great sigh of relief.

It's 10 p.m. in the Imperial Palace of the capital.

Latour Marcus, the former count and now the founding emperor of the empire, sat in his study, holding a secret report from a border outpost, his brow furrowed slightly as usual.

Several years have passed since the youngest son, Ian, left, and there has been no news from Shadowmoon Tower.

Latour knew that the wizarding world was different from that of mortals, and that a few years might only be a fleeting moment.

But as a father, his concern never lessened.

He put down the secret report, rubbed his temples, and deep within his body, the power belonging to a bloodline sorcerer flowed slowly.

The upgraded version of the Rock Bear Potion left behind by Ian allowed him to leap from a mortal to an extraordinary being.

Over the years, he has become familiar with and mastered this power.

The defense, strength, and endurance bestowed by the Rock Bear bloodline made him invincible on the battlefield and enabled him to build this vast empire.

"Ian..." A complex emotion flashed in Latour's eyes, a mixture of pride, worry, and deep longing.

He knew his son must have become stronger somewhere, but to what extent? Latour couldn't imagine.

Just as his thoughts were drifting away, he suddenly froze in his chair.

An incomprehensible power exploded directly from the depths of his bloodline!

The secret report in his hand slipped silently and floated toward the ground, but stopped in mid-air.

The lights on the study walls stopped flickering, the night wind outside the window ceased, the leaves stopped rustling, and the whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

Only Latour remained conscious, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Blood surged through the body, faster and faster, and the light brown patterns on the skin's surface, originally belonging to the rock bear's bloodline, began to change drastically.

The dark patterns resembling cracks in rock strata quickly faded and melted, revealing entirely new golden lines that spread from the heart area of ​​the chest to the limbs and bones.

"Ugh!"

Every inch of his skin was burning hot, his bones emitted a series of crackling sounds, and something was awakening deep within his blood.

"This is..." Latour tried to speak, but no sound came out.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and his consciousness was dragged back to the source of his bloodline.

There once lay the slumbering phantom of a gigantic demonic bear, the imagery of his bloodline bestowed upon him by the [Rock Bear Potion].

But at this moment, the phantom of the demonic bear was trembling—no, it was trembling with fear.

It looked up into the depths of the void, and Latour followed its gaze.

Then he saw... a sun, slowly rotating at the other end of the endless void.

Golden flames flowed across the surface of the sun, and with each rotation, they distorted the surrounding spacetime.

Latour didn't recognize what it was, but his bloodline instincts told him.

This is a bloodline source that is countless levels higher than the rock bear bloodline he possesses...

"Ian..." A thought suddenly flashed through Latour's mind.

Only he, only that youngest son who created countless miracles, could possibly reach this level.

The next instant, the sun trembled slightly.

A wisp of rule information traversed the endless void, penetrated countless world barriers, and precisely reflected into the depths of Latour's bloodline!

Boom!

The oak chair beneath Latour silently turned to dust, vaporized by the terrifying heat.

He was suspended in mid-air, his bare upper body covered with golden patterns that had fully formed on his skin, creating a star map.

A sun mark is positioned in the center of his chest, surrounded by the phantom images of three planets, and further away, a faint halo of stardust.

Latour slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils were reflected two slowly rotating phantom images of the sun.

He looked down at his hands, his palms shimmering with a crimson-gold luster, somewhat like his previous lava skin, but even more powerful.

With a slight thought, I gently clenched my fist.

With a hum, the space within a ten-meter radius distorted.

The books on the bookshelf, the ink bottle on the table, the tapestry on the wall—all objects simultaneously floated up.

Gravity... has disappeared.

Latour realized that he could manipulate the gravitational field of this area at will, and even distort the direction of the gravitational lines.

"Gravity manipulation..." he murmured, his eyes filled with barely suppressed tremor.

This is not a power of the Rock Bear bloodline; it is a completely new and higher-level bloodline power.

With another thought, a ball of crimson-gold flame silently ignited in the palm of his hand.

Inside the flames lies a deeper energy transformation; the temperature can be adjusted at his will, sometimes as warm as spring, sometimes melting refined iron into molten iron in an instant.

"Thermal energy control..." Latour's breathing became more rapid as he "looked" into the depths of his own bloodline.

The phantom of the rock bear has completely disappeared, replaced by a miniature sun imprint.

Around the brand, five clear streams of information flowed.

Gravity manipulation, thermal energy control, purifying light, subtle time control, lava armor.

The five bloodline-based innate sorcery techniques each touch upon the level of rules.

What surprised Latour even more was that... the very essence of his life had undergone a radical transformation.

Life expectancy has increased dramatically from the original five hundred years to a thousand years, or even longer!

Now every cell in his body is rejoicing, full of unprecedented vitality, and he has returned to his peak period at the age of twenty.

"Ian... a rule-level bloodline."

At this point, Latour understood the reason for the bloodline leap.

Although he didn't fully understand the hierarchy in the wizarding world, the information conveyed deep within his bloodline told him so.

Ian has crossed that legendary threshold and become a being who surpasses the entire Anoria.

As direct blood relatives, these family members have also achieved a sublimation of their life level due to the leap in bloodline!

In a way he couldn't understand, they transformed the original first-level sorcerer family into a Morning Star bloodline sorcerer family!

"Father!" The study door was suddenly pushed open.

Vincent rushed in, his face filled with panic and... a strange blush.

He was followed by Enoya and Lillian, all three of whom had undergone similar changes.

The fine wrinkles around Ainoa's eyes had completely disappeared, her skin was fair and rosy, and her hair had a faint golden sheen.

She stood there, her aura as steady as the earth, yet she possessed an indescribable sense of purity, as if the light of purification flowed through her veins.

Vincent's case is even more pronounced; beneath his youthful face, his muscle lines are smoother, and his skin surface faintly displays shimmering reddish-gold patterns.

He raised his hand, and a tiny flame flickered in his palm.

"Mother, eldest brother, you too..."

Lillian was even more excited; the little girl from back then had grown into a young woman.

At this moment, she was suspended half a foot above the ground, not by any witchcraft, but by the gravitational field around her being distorted by instinct.

"I...I can't control myself..." Lillian frantically tried to land, but her body wobbled unsteadily.

Latour took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

With a slight thought, the distorted gravitational field around them returned to normal, and the suspended object slowly fell back to the ground.

"Don't panic, this is... a great thing." Latour's voice calmed down, carrying the majesty of a founding emperor.

He looked at his wife, son, and daughter, his eyes flashing with excitement.

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"Ian... he has reached a level we cannot even imagine, and as his blood relatives, our bloodline... has also evolved along with him."

Ainuya's eyes immediately reddened, filled with pride and deep concern.

She walked to Latour's side and gently took her husband's hand. "Where is Ian now?"

"I don't know either."

Latour was silent for a moment, then gently shook his head and looked out the window at the night sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless void.

"But to enable our bloodline to undergo such a qualitative change and sublimation, he must have... stood at a very, very high place."

Vincent clenched his fist, the flame in his palm went out, and his eyes burned with a fierce light.

"Father, we are much stronger now than before."

Latour interrupted him, his tone serious.

"I understand what he meant. Although you have gained greater power, you must remember his instructions before he left."

He walked to his desk, took out a piece of parchment and a quill from the drawer, and began to write quickly.

Vincent.

"Here!" Vincent straightened up, awaiting orders.

"Tomorrow morning, you will lead a team of elite troops to Shadowmoon Tower."

Latour didn't even look up, his voice frighteningly calm.

"Nominally it's a tribute mission, but actually it's for gathering information. Ian left from there back then, and the Tower might know where he went."

"I need to know his current situation, even if it's just a clue."

Vincent straightened his chest. "Yes! I will not disappoint Father."

"There's something to remember." Latour put down his pen and looked up at his son.

"Try not to reveal the changes in our bloodline. You now represent the Latour Empire, not the Marcus family, understand?"

Vincent nodded emphatically, "Understood!"

Latour continued writing, this time an internal family decree.

"From this day forward, the succession system of the Marcus family... no, the entire royal family of the Latour Empire, will be changed."

"The distinction will no longer be based on whether the child is legitimate or illegitimate, on talent, or on gender, but rather on the density of bloodline."

"We possess the great bloodline of the sun; this is the new bloodline name that Ian has given us."

"In the future, whoever has the highest bloodline concentration will be the first in line to inherit the throne. As for the testing method..."

With a slight thought, Latour's palm revealed a golden dot the size of a grain of rice.

"As long as you can condense the 'Star Core Mark', you will be qualified to compete for the throne."

Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly, then he was overjoyed.

Although the future of the entire empire is completely tied to its bloodline, the road ahead is uncertain.

But he was the most direct beneficiary; among his peers, only his sister Lillian received the bloodline gift.

"Father, there's something going on outside..." Lillian said softly, pointing out the window.

Latour walked to the window, opened it, and the capital city, which should have been quiet in the dead of night, was now open.

But at this moment, the invisible fluctuations of rules are still spreading above the palace.

Although invisible to the naked eye, all extraordinary beings can sense that vast, scorching aura, imbued with the majesty of the sun.

Throughout the capital, reclusive old wizards and wandering superhumans emerged from their dwellings.

They looked up toward the palace, their faces filled with shock.

"What level of power is this...? What exactly happened to the royal family of the Latour Empire?"

"This level of fluctuation...it's very likely at level two!"

"No, it might be even higher..."

Whispers flowed through the night, but no one dared approach the palace.

That aura was terrifying; even the unintentional lingering power made their souls tremble.

Latour stood by the window, quietly observing everything.

He knew that from this night onward, the status of the Latour Empire would be completely different.

The surrounding kingdoms and duchies that were eyeing them covetously, the nobles who had secretly sabotaged them...

They will soon realize that the Marcus family did not rise to power by luck.

Behind them... stands a true sun.

"Ainoa, starting tomorrow, you will be in charge of maintaining stability within the royal family."

Latour turned to look at his wife.

"While Vincent was away, Lillian learned how to handle government affairs from you. As for Andrei..."

He paused, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

"Just keep a close eye on him. He's always been simple-minded and poses no threat to Vincent..."

Latour didn't finish his sentence, but Enoya understood.

The family bloodline has now undergone a qualitative change.

Those who did not obtain the "sun bloodline" from collateral branches or illegitimate sons... their status will plummet.

This is reality, in the extraordinary world, where bloodline is everything.

"I understand," Enoya replied softly, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes as well.

As long as they don't harm their family or the empire, they can still enjoy the rest of their lives.

Lillian stood beside her mother, her small hands clenched tightly. There was no fear in the girl's eyes, only determination and longing.

She knew that from this night onward, her life would be completely changed.

No longer a little princess protected in the palace, but... one of the inheritors of the Sun Bloodline.

Outside the window, the night grew even deeper.

Deep within the palace, the intense fluctuations of the rules gradually dissipated.

In a secluded valley, an old wizard with white hair was startled awake from his meditation.

He rushed out of the stone house, looked towards the distant west, his voice trembling.

"This fluctuation... it means someone has advanced to the fourth level of Morning Star, their bloodline resonance has crossed the world barrier!"

He was trembling all over, overwhelmed with excitement.

As a third-level wizard who had lived for nearly a thousand years, he knew very well what this meant.

In the continent of Anoria, apart from His Majesty the "Endless Holy Light" of the Silver Ring, how many tens of thousands of years has it been since a Morning Star Wizard appeared?

The old wizard suddenly realized something, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Could it be... a descendant of that sage? Or... a new Morning Star has been born?"

His vision is too narrow, and he can't see things clearly, but one thing is certain.

That magically barren West can no longer be viewed with ordinary eyes.

A force backed by the Morning Star Wizards, even if only by a distant connection, is enough to reshape the power structure of the entire continent.

The old wizard took a deep breath, turned around and went back to the stone house, quickly packing his belongings.

He decided to set off at dawn to see what had happened.

The same scene unfolded across the continent of Anoria.

Those reclusive Level 3 old guys awoke from their slumber, sensed the fluctuation, and made the same decision.

A few days later, at the Imperial Palace in the capital.

Latour stood motionless by the study window, sensing the auras converging from all directions.

"It's finally here..." he murmured to himself, a slow smile playing on his lips.

Over the years, he has barely managed to keep the empire afloat by relying on his own skills, military force, and the resources left behind by Ian.

But deep down, there was always a taut string, because he knew that without a truly strong leader to oversee it, no matter how large the empire was, it was just a castle in the air.

But things are different now; news of the bloodline leap has spread.

This was a silent declaration to the entire continent that the Marcus family was qualified to stand at the top of the continent.

"Ian..." Latour gazed into the depths of the night sky, a deep sense of pride flashing in his eyes.

"Well done, Marcus family... will always be proud of you."

Behind him, Ainoya walked gently to his side and took his hand.

The couple exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

Outside the window, the morning light pierced the night, and dawn broke.

But the new era for the Marcus family has only just begun.