However, the higher the bloodline, the more difficult it is to conquer.
Those who rashly integrate into the bloodline of higher creatures will either be assimilated and become the opponent's dependents, or they will succeed with the probability of being chosen by nature, but most of them will still die in the conflict.
However, when a stronger being is present to help, the success rate of integrating into a higher bloodline will be greatly improved.
Raven chose such an extraordinary bloodline in order to elevate his life essence to an extraordinary level.
After he leaves and leaves here, the inheritance of these bloodline knights can still be passed down in the hands of extraordinary inheritors.
——————
Drowsy, heavy, confused.
Iron Fist opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the milky white wall of light in front of him.
There seems to be something on the other side of the wall?
He seemed to be looking, no, it should be said to be feeling, as he felt something calling him over there.
So, what is it?
Iron Fist thought hard for a while, but couldn't think of anything.
Bang--
A dull sound came from the milky white walls, and he was startled.
However, it was just a shock.
He accepted everything calmly, without the slightest curiosity about what this wall was, what was on the other side of the wall, and why he was here.
He sat down cross-legged in silence, not knowing why he did this.
His intuition told him that he should think of a way.
But then the doubts came again, what solution should he think of, why should he think of a solution, and what should he think of?
The external manifestation of doubtful thinking is daze. Tie Fist sat on the ground in a daze. He only felt that his mind was empty and there was nothing.
Iron Fist didn't know how long he had been in a daze, and he didn't know how long it had passed. He suddenly moved his eyes and felt a ray of curiosity.
He suddenly wanted to know how big this milky white light wall was and what was on the other side of the wall.
So he stood up, walked towards the wall, and looked over there, trying to see something.
Walking, walking, and I don’t know how long I walked, Iron Fist saw a strange palace.
What's this?
Iron Fist did not hesitate or think, and just walked in. He looked at a winged being standing at the door and did not stop.
Walking into the inner hall, there is a row of eight pillars, which are thick but look slender. They have some words written on them and emit various kinds of light.
After walking further, they reached the bottom of the inner hall. Iron Fist continued walking and passed some objects that sprayed white gas before arriving at a small room.
There was a person standing inside. No, that wasn't a person.
Iron Fist shook his head, as if he wanted to become more sober. Opposite him was a figure wearing a fiery red cloak, with his back to him, and also to the whole world.
"You are?"
He couldn't help but use the honorific title, and he didn't know why he had such an honorific title.
That person, no, I should say that 'person' turned sideways, turned around, and revealed his true face.
"Do you still remember your agreement?"
Agreement? What agreement?
Iron Fist was a little confused as to what a promise was.
"It seems you have forgotten."
Iron Fist didn't know what he was talking about, but he couldn't remember what he said last time.
What can be expressed is confusion.
The 'man' stopped, and then it seemed like a long time passed before he said the next sentence, "Iron Fist, you must remember, always remember what I am going to say next."
…
For a long time, Iron Fist stood blankly under the light curtain, touched his head, and looked around in confusion and confusion. There was still a light curtain and a wall of light on the side. There was nothing else.
However, he seemed to remember someone talking to him.
talk?
What words?
"Britain……"
"Yong..."
"heroic"
He opened his mouth, as if he had not spoken to someone for a long time, as if he had not drank water for a long time, as if he had not slept for a long time, and spoke with difficulty in a tired, dazed, at a loss, but unforgettable tone.
Two words squeezed out.
"heroic……"
"heroic."
"heroic!"
These two words seemed to have a certain magic power and brought different changes to him.
Every time he prayed, every time he chanted, every time he said these two words, there was a special power flowing. Of course, he didn't know what the meaning of power was.
Once, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...
Iron Fist recited those two words all the time, pious, calm, and sincere. The multiple mentalities merged into those two words that he recited and sung countless times.
"heroic!"
boom--
I don't know how long it took, but the radiant milky white wall suddenly shattered, shattered by these two words with special meanings.
Iron Fist opened his eyes, looking at the terrifying figure that fell from the broken milky white light wall with a mixture of complexity, joy, joy, fervor, and wild fighting spirit.
Then, he clenched his fists.
"This punch is for new life!"
boom--
The golden fist shattered the black terrifying figure. The powerful figure entangled with the incomplete human body structure was five points similar to the Iron Fist, but the core was completely different from the inside.
"roar--"
"No!"
The figure, with an unbelievable look on its face, turned into powder under the golden shining iron fist and dissipated inch by inch.
Use your death in exchange for my new life.
Iron Fist stood up straight, and by reciting the word "brave", he gradually recalled everything.
From his childhood, to his adolescence, to his youth, and now, he recalled everything clearly. All the memories, including every corner, were filtered by him again.
After that, his devout faith, which lasted for many years, gave him heroic strength. No, it should be said that he burst out with heroic fighting spirit.
——————
In the quiet room, Raven looked up at the clock. Five minutes had just passed.
Five minutes have passed since that drop of blood fell.
It took less than ten seconds for that drop of blood to spread all over Iron Fist's body.
Then he reversed his life and turned into himself, trying to create a new self in Iron Fist's body. This process took less than thirty seconds.
Then, there was a struggle that lasted for one minute and thirty seconds, between the mortal body and the extraordinary blood. One was big enough, but not enough essence, and the other was small, but extremely essence.
The two fought for ninety seconds before Raiven pinched his watch. Iron Fist, who had fallen to the bottom, was isolated by Lord Raiven's holy light, giving him time to cultivate and recuperate.
Sure enough, Iron Fist did not disappoint him. Instead, it carried loneliness, silently accumulated strength, used its extraordinary spirit, and broke through the seal in one fell swoop, crushing the devil.
For Raven, he is the ancestor of playing with the spirit, and he is also an expert at playing with matter and energy.
If he is really mediocre, then he should doubt whether he is himself. After all, he is also a man who has become the God of Creation.