This piece of flesh, although black in color, is not rotted, but rather, it was originally black.

Herag can clearly feel the life force contained within this piece of flesh.

Judging by the arrangement here, it seems no one has come here for many years.

Yet the piece of flesh in the glass incubator still maintains its vitality.

Herag wandered around the room; the space is narrow and there's not much else.

He quickly noticed a witch array here connected to the entire castle's witch array.

The specific effect of this witch array is still unclear and cannot be seen in a short time.

Herag suspected it was meant to maintain the vitality of the flesh; he believed the castle's entire witch array was actually centered around this piece of flesh.

The castle's owner likely intended to leave this piece of flesh here, at least to use the witch array to prevent it from decaying.

When the opportunity was right, he would return to retrieve the piece of flesh.

The castle owner was surely a powerful wizard; this can be seen from the magic potion materials he cultivated.

Furthermore, this piece of flesh must come from an extremely powerful being, possibly of an abyss plane evil god level strength.

Since the castle owner dared to study this thing, it shows he himself was sufficiently strong to manage it without being destroyed by its backlash.

Herag gazed at the piece of flesh, pondering whether to use Great Dark Heaven to absorb its bloodline power.

Because he was unsure of the nature of the being from which this piece of flesh came, Herag dared not lightly absorb its bloodline power.

What can be certain is that the piece of flesh definitely originates from some being in the abyss plane and is quite powerful.

This thing cannot be taken away for future study since once removed from the glass incubator, it will instantly decay upon leaving the witch array and become a useless piece of smelly meat.

Thus, Herag could only decide here whether to absorb the bloodline power from the black flesh.

He thought for a moment, then reached out his hand, and a phantom of an ancient stone tablet appeared behind him.

Herag decided to absorb its bloodline power.

Within him already existed the Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline Power, which the bloodline power in this piece of flesh cannot surpass.

Therefore, even if problems arise, he can rely on the ancestral bloodline power to suppress it.

Herag performed Great Dark Heaven; as his magic power touched the black flesh, strands of bloodline power began to be absorbed by him.

These strands of bloodline power circulated throughout his body and ultimately gathered within the bloodline mark.

Herag's bloodline mark felt slightly warm, indicating that absorbing this power had caused some subtle changes.

Ten minutes later, Herag ceased Great Dark Heaven, completely absorbing the bloodline power from the black flesh.

The black flesh in the glass incubator now turned dull and lifeless; its contained life force nearly exhausted, quickly becoming an ordinary chunk of meat.

Once its bloodline power was absorbed, the flesh naturally could no longer maintain vitality.

Herag closed his eyes, sensing the newly absorbed bloodline power.

He gained a talent named Desolate Plague.

"Desolate Plague: Absorbs the life force of a living being."

Herag discerned the function of the Desolate Plague after sensing this newfound bloodline power.

Simply put, Desolate Plague can absorb all life energy, strengthening one's own life force.

Life energy can extend one's lifespan and rapidly heal injuries.

Herag, currently still fairly weak, can only absorb life force from other beings through touch.

Once stronger, he will be able to absorb life force from beings within his line of sight.

Herag immediately thought of the desolate pollution spreading across the Kala Continent.

He quickly realized that his Desolate Plague talent likely emanated from the same force that polluted the Kala Continent.

However, the individual who caused the entire continent's pollution was an extremely powerful existence.

Herag could hardly imagine the level of strength required to pollute an entire continent with the Desolate Plague for such an extended duration.

The desolation has polluted the Kala Continent for countless years, during which it absorbed an immense amount of life energy.

This life energy, in turn, nourished the entity in the abyss plane, becoming an unimaginably vast power.

Should all life energy from the Kala Continent converge upon one person...

Herag could faintly feel the enormity of that person's strength just by imagining it.

However, others might not value this power.

To cause such far-reaching, prolonged pollution, one would likely be stronger than common evil gods.

The fusion with Desolate Plague also caused some changes in the bloodline mark.

Yet, since it cannot be fully activated at present, Herag couldn't determine the nature of the changes.

After absorbing the bloodline power, Herag saw nothing else of interest in the basement and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, he sensed something, his expression altering as he quickly shut the basement door.

Outside the castle, on an open ground, spatial ripples suddenly appeared, followed by six people emerging abruptly on the ground.

These six individuals consisted of five men and one woman; leading them was a white-bearded old man, while the others looked to be young adults in their twenties or thirties.

Wizards cannot be judged by appearance for actual age.

But the magic power aura from this white-bearded old man was the strongest, identifying him as a Level 2 Wizard.

The others were Level 1 Wizards, ranging from gaseous to crystallization states.

"Booker, it's amazing how the teleportation coordinates you set are still operational after so long," Martina said as she approached old man Booker, patting a horse.

Booker glanced at his slender female student, feeling quite satisfied, and resting a hand on Martina's back in front of the others: "Though I'm old, I still have some skills."

The others didn't find this scene strange at all, seemingly quite accustomed to it.

Witnessing this, they all began complimenting Booker.

Booker basked in the flattery, smiling as he spoke: "This time bringing you to the pollution area is mainly to broaden your horizons. You've been shielded too well from youth, unaware of the dangers outside. This cannot continue for long, so it's necessary to get some experience here."

"With the teacher protecting us, we're not in any danger," Martina clung to Booker's arm, rubbing herself against him.

Booker relished the attention but maintained a serious demeanor while responding, "The teacher can protect you for a while, but not for a lifetime; ultimately, you must rely on yourselves."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.