The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

She became incredibly gtle and affectionate towards Sam, : to the point where it almost felt like she was his mother rather than a grandmother.

This sudd shift in her behavior ev made Hela a tad bit jealous.

The act of saving her from the poison seemed to have strgthed their bond ev further. Adriana\'s daughters noticed this change too, believing that Sam had now become their mother\'s absolute favorite person.

Once they had spt some quality time together as a wom-only family, Adriana decided to give Sam a tour of the Hailstorm clan.

She introduced him to the strong cultivators who were part of their forces, helping him get familiar with the place.

In the vast cultivation realm, there were five known contints: the Azure Dragon Contint, the Vermilion Phoix Contint, the White Tiger Contint, the Black Tortoise Contint, and the Yin-Yang Contint. Each of these contints was home to differt races.

For example, the Azure Dragon Contint was inhabited by celestial dragons, Astral Qilins, and Noble Vampires.

The contint itself was divided into territories ruled by various dragon clans, Qilin clans, and vampire clans, all of which were equally wealthy and powerful.

Moving on to the Vermilion Phoix Contint, the major forces included godly Phoixes, heavly gold crows, Majestic Star-Plume Peacocks, Divine Serity Swans, and Celestial Spirit Ravs.

In the White Tiger Contint, the dominant races were the Celestial Aurora Lions, Divine Tigers, and the diverse Heavly Lycan races, which compassed werewolves, Werepanthers, Werefoxes, Werejaguars, and werehyas.

Moving on to the Black Tortoise Contint, this land was primarily inhabited by spirits and races deeply connected to nature.

You could find the Radiant Celestial Pegasus, Astral Moonlit Unicorns, Sacred Starlight Gryphons, Immortal Jade Tortoises, Nine-colored Heavly Butterflies, sirs, and fairies thriving in this region.

The fifth contint, the Yin-Yang contint, has be sealed off from the rest of the cultivation realm due to a strong formation that prevts anyone from traveling into it.

Inside the Yin-Yang contint, there was no living being, only a mindless beast. No one knew who shut down the fifth contint or why this formation was keeping them from exploring it.

It was all a mystery.

However, what intrigued Sam was the fact that of these races had their progitors alive anymore.

Over time, their progitors had passed away, and as a result, these races were slowly dwindling.

While they could still reproduce, the challge lay in maintaining the purity of their bloodlines. To do so, they could only mate with others who had pure blood, but the chances of such unions were quite rare.

Additionally, the stronger individuals within these races became, the more challging it was for them to procreate.

Some clans had attempted to create more pure-blooded members, and Sam himself was part of such an effort. The marriage betwe the Hailstorm clan\'s first princess and the Flareheart clan\'s only son was se as an attempt to preserve the noble dragon bloodline.

To sure the bloodline\'s purity and continuity, the clan needed to produce a male heir, as only a male heir held the pottial to produce more successors.

This was also one of the reasons why marriage betwe biological family members became the standard in the cultivation realm.

And because they were a higher form of beings than humans, they didn\'t have to worry about having difficult births like humans do.

Aside from procreation, there were no other means of creating new pure-blooded races and beings.

Only the progitors had the ability to bring forth new pure-blooded beings.

Sam couldn\'t help but ponder the mysteries that swirled in his mind. "If the progitors are truly gone, as my grandmother mtioned, how did the codex contain the pure primordial vampire progitor bloodline? And why did it reward me for being intimate with Amelia? It all seems rather suspicious," he contemplated siltly.

"We\'re here." Adriana guided Sam to their final destination, a heavily guarded, Dungeon-like place.

Sam\'s confusion was evidt as he muttered, "It\'s... a prison?"

Adriana confirmed his guess with an indiffert expression. "Yes, it\'s a prison. We house some truly despicable individuals down here, people who have committed heinous crimes."

She pointed a finger in a particular direction inside the prison dungeon and continued, "In that section, we keep those who are soon to face execution."

"Execution?" Sam inquired.

Adriana nodded grimly. "Yes, they\'ve committed deeds so vile that I\'m ev reluctant to speak of them. You see, dear grandson, the realm of cultivators may be a realm of peace, but it doesn\'t mean that crimes don\'t occur. Some individuals, in their ruthless pursuit of eternal life, will go to great lgths, ev selling their own souls to the dark side.

They care about nothing and no one but themselves. To them, others are mere tools, to be exploited for their own gain. Frankly, if you ever come across such heartless monsters, do the world a favor and dispose of them."

Sam realized the truth in her words.

Not everyone possessed the pottial to attain eternal life, and no matter how many resources they amassed, without that inhert pottial, it would all amount to nothing in the d.

In this world, there were individuals born with poor pottial, those who could never hope to attain the gift of eternal life, but that longing persisted within them.

It was a cruel predicamt.

Their dreams, spirits, morale, and self-respect would oft be cast into the shadows, and at the brink of despair, all they could think about was the reltless "what if."

What if they had be blessed with high pottial? What if there was a way to boost their chances?

Some would find themselves willing to do absolutely anything for the promise of eternal life, ev if it meant sacrificing everything else they held dear in the process.

They\'d trade it all, their wealth, their dignity, and sometimes ev their humanity, all for that elusive shot at eternal existce.

Others, however, might choose to accept their fate, focusing on living the best life they could with the hand they\'d be dealt, making the most of what they had.

And th there were those who persisted in their cultivation journey, clinging to the hope that one day they might break through their limitations.

Most would give up, but the few who didn\'t were faced with a daunting choice.

They could either persevere, seeking to hance their pottial through legitimate means, or they could opt for the darkest path, selling their souls and resorting to heinous acts just to increase their chances of obtaining eternal life.

As Sam gazed upon the prisoners in the execution section, his expression remained impassive, capsulating a simple stimt, "you reap what you sow."

Three days later.

Beath the brilliantly glowing three moons in the dark night sky, the sce held a touch of romance and ethereality. Sam sat alone on his bed, deep in thought, contemplating a daring test.

With a sigh, he voiced his loneliness and desire, muttering, "I\'m feeling so lonely and, horny..."

Amelia, his passionate and affectionate woman, wasn\'t accompanying him tonight, deeply grossed in her cultivation.

She had become ev bolder after their pleasurable night together, oply expressing her love and affection without caring about the presce of others.

The cold and indiffert Amelia was a thing of the past, replaced by an obsessive wife whose sole focus was Sam.

Sam, however, insisted that she should conctrate on her cultivation. Being a devoted and hardworking wife, she obeditly delved into closed-door cultivation.

Sam turned his atttion to his status:

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[ Master: Sam Hailstorm ]

[ Status: Healthy, Evolving ]

[ Titles: Master Of The Codex Of The Supreme Immortal, The Hailstorm Clan\'s True Heir]

[ Age: 8 ]

[ Inheritance: Inheritance of the Eternal Dragon Monarch, Will Of The Immortal Shadow Emperor]

[ Cultivation: Nasct Soul Realm (Lower-Stage) ]

[ Body Cultivation: None ]

[ Race: Noble Dragon ]

[ Bloodline(s): Froz Abyssal Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline, Primordial Chaos Dragon Bloodline (Assimilation: 80.39%)]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Nine-Heavs Spiritual Veins ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis, Pyrokinesis ]

[ Physique: Mystic Voidheart Harmonic Physique, Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique ]

[ Divine Powers: Divine Charm (Assimilation: 70.57%), Immortal Body (Stage-), Exquisite Rune Heart ]

[ Innate Abilities: Devour, Rumination Clarity, Shadow Extraction ]

[ Racial Abilities: Dragon Transformation ]

[ Skills: Eclipse Shadow Slash, Darkflame Incantation, Shadow Emperor Incarnation, Dragon Fist Strike ]

[ Cultivation Method: Nine Celestial Revolutions Sutra ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: Samsara Flesh Rebirth Art ]

[ Storage: Veil Of True Essce of Progitor Of Vampires(Can Be Inherited) ]

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Sam couldn\'t help but chuckle as he marveled at his own incredible abilities.

"Everything looks really overpowered," he admitted with pride. Who else but him could boast such extraordinary talts and skills?

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided it was time to test one of his most pott inherited abilities from the codex, the Shadow Emperor Incarnation.

To wield this power, an extsive reserve of soul ergy was esstial, and to his surprise, Sam found that he possessed a vast and incredibly strong pool of soul ergy.

He couldn\'t help but wonder, "The amount of soul ergy I have is usually only accumulated through millions of years of living and soul training. How is it possible that someone like me, who hasn\'t ev crossed my teage years, could possess such soul ergy?"

His question lingered unanswered, shrouded in mystery. Regardless, Sam activated the skill, watching as his soul ergy flowed from his body, coalescing a him like an aura.

Simultaneously, a peculiar chill veloped him, but it felt strangely comfortable, like a familiar embrace.

The soul ergy emitted a dim blue light before gradually darking and turning into inky shadows. These shadows, saturated with impetrable darkness, cloaked his tire being, yet Sam could still sse every inch of his head and limbs within the form.

Once the transformation was complete, nothing remained but a nameless, shapeless tity, a silhouette shrouded in darkness with two macing blood-red eyes. Sam felt the chill, but it was a comforting coldness.

Ev his room started to grow colder, but it only added to his comfort.

As the silhouette clched its fist and took a step, an eerie silce hung in the air. Not ev the sage realm beings could hear or sse this presce.

This was the true might of the Shadow Emperor Incarnation – the power to move swiftly and siltly, leaving no trace behind, a true master of shadows.

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