Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 566 – The Upper Limit of the Dragon Bloodline

The memories kept flooding in.

Not just images, but all the feelings of that other self over those three hundred years—the madness and the unwillingness—all of it became his own.

Yet his consciousness remained clear, as if he were watching someone else’s story, one that felt both familiar and foreign.

…

Two hundred years ago, on the Dragon Spirit Continent.

In a dim underground cavern beneath a lake, the other Lin Fan—now to be called Long Hao—stared coldly at the white-haired young woman he had just ambushed and knocked unconscious.

It was Long Xi.

Her strength at the late ninth grade was already considered top-tier in this era.

Unfortunately, before him at the peak of ninth grade, she still wasn’t enough.

“System,” he muttered in his mind.

“For a forced Bloodline Fusion, what are the odds of breaking through to the tenth grade?”

An icy mechanical voice responded almost immediately.

[After detection, the target unit for fusion is [Long Xi]. Bloodline homology is one hundred percent, meeting the prerequisite conditions for [Bloodline Fusion].]

[However…]

“However what?”

Lin Fan—or rather, Long Hao—furrowed his brow.

[After deduction by the system’s highest authority, upon successful fusion, the host has a 99.9 percent probability of breaking through to the [Pseudo-Tenth Grade] realm.]

“Pseudo-Tenth Grade?”

Long Hao was stunned. This was the first time he had heard this term.

“What does that mean? Is there a distinction between true and false at the tenth grade?”

[In response to the host, the tenth grade is the [Eternal Grade], the exclusive realm of the Ancestor of Life.]

[Detection shows that the host’s current bloodline, the [Ancestral Dragon Clan], possesses inherent shackles, and the soul is incomplete. After forced fusion, the life level will be permanently fixed at [Pseudo-Tenth Grade].]

[Pseudo-Tenth Grade: Possesses only the physical constitution of the tenth grade, without the ability to manipulate world rules at the tenth grade.]

[The host is advised to consider carefully.]

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The cavern fell into a terrifying silence.

The expression on Long Hao’s face froze solid.

Word by word, he repeated it in his mind.

“Bloodline… has an upper limit?”

“Soul… is incomplete?”

He had spent a hundred years.

Going from a cripple on Blue Star to where he stood today.

He had killed Zhou Ming, the one who saved his life, seized Long Hao’s body, and later annihilated the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and slaughtered the Sky-Dominating Tiger.

His hands were stained with countless blood, and he had nearly forgotten his own original name.

Everything he had done, everything he had borne—it was all for breaking through to the tenth grade, for gaining the power to forcibly open a passage home.

But now, this system he had always treated as a mere tool was telling him this path led nowhere.

“The Dragon Clan’s bloodline… isn’t the strongest after all?”

He muttered to himself, as if asking the system, or perhaps asking himself.

In that voice was a tremor he himself hadn’t noticed.

[In response to the host, the bloodline sequence of the [Ancestral Dragon Clan] is already top-tier in the current dimension.]

[However, its evolutionary endpoint is [Pseudo-Tenth Grade], unable to touch the [Eternal].]

“Then what bloodline can?”

Long Hao’s voice was hoarse, almost ragged.

[In response to the host, according to the system database comparison, the [Blue Star Human] bloodline is the only key to ascending as the [Ancestor of Life].]

Long Hao’s mind buzzed.

His entire body went rigid.

Blue Star Human… bloodline?

That weak, primitive bloodline he had abandoned without hesitation in order to grow stronger faster, to fuse more perfectly with Long Hao’s body?

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That was the only correct path?

He raised his head, looking at his own hands covered in golden Dragon Scales.

He only felt absurd. Ridiculous.

What had he been doing for the past hundred years?

Was he a fool who had thrown away the key to his own home just to get back to it?

“Haha…”

He laughed.

“Hahahahahaha!”

The laughter echoed through the empty cave, sounding somewhat bleak.

He laughed until tears streamed down his face.

So, his hundred years of scheming had been nothing but a complete joke from start to finish.

He thought he was the one playing the game.

Little did he know, he was the piece that had taken the wrong path from the very beginning.

He laughed for a long time.

Slowly, the laughter subsided, and the expression on his face turned cold again.

No.

That wasn’t right.

Something occurred to him.

“System, you said earlier that not only is my bloodline wrong, but my soul is also incomplete?”

[Correct, Host.]

“Bloodline represents the Blue Star human bloodline. Then the soul…”

Long Hao’s breathing suddenly became rapid.

A thought—one that even he found absurd—surfaced in his mind.

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“What if… I also fuse with the other me in this world?”

“Wouldn’t both my bloodline and soul be complete?”

The cave fell into dead silence once more.

A full minute passed.

Only then did the cold mechanical voice ring out again.

[Responding to Host…]

[Theoretically, it is feasible.]

He stood up.

The self-deprecation and bitterness on his face vanished entirely, replaced by nothing but sheer madness.

He walked over to the unconscious Long Xi. Her sleeping, beautiful face still bore the grief of having been struck by her “younger brother.”

“Pseudo-Tenth Level?”

He muttered to himself, as if speaking to the air.

“That works too.”

He raised his hand, and vast spatial laws gathered in his palm.

A block of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice radiating chilling cold was summoned from the far north out of thin air.

With his own hands, he carved the ice into a crystal coffin.

Then, he bent down and carefully lifted Long Xi, placing her inside the coffin.

His movements were gentle, devoid of any killing intent—tender, as if he were handling a rare treasure.

He stroked the icy crystal coffin, his gaze calm.

“Sleep for a while.”

“When you wake again, I’ll be able to go home.”

Holding the crystal coffin, he walked to the deepest part of the lakebed.

He placed the crystal coffin at a natural Spirit Vein node.

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Long Xi’s Ninth Level late-stage life energy would merge with the Spirit Vein, turning the area into a treasure land rich in Spirit Energy.

That would become the future Spirit Lake.

The Dragon Spirit Continent had now entered the era of the Dragon Clan.

On the second day after returning to the Dragon Clan, he summoned all the elders.

“Ancestor, are you alright? Princess Long Xi, she…”

An elder of the highest seniority spoke cautiously.

Lin Fan sat on the throne, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingertips.

“Long Xi betrayed the Dragon Clan and has been suppressed by my own hand.”

His voice was not loud, yet it chilled the entire hall.

Every elder froze in place.

“From today onward, the Dragon Clan answers to me.”

He stood up, his golden vertical pupils sweeping across every shocked face below.

“If anyone has objections, step forward now.”

No one dared to move.

“Good.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Lin Fan’s mouth, looking somewhat cruel.

He began to consolidate the entire Dragon Clan with the harshest of measures.

The branch families that had once paid lip service were uprooted entirely—those with impure bloodlines were all reduced to slaves.

As for the powerful races that still dared to challenge the Dragon Clan, he paid each of them a visit.

The lair of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox was burned to ashes by his hand.

The king of the Heaven-Slaying Tiger was skinned alive by him, and its massive tiger bones still stand on display in his bedchamber to this day.

A hundred years passed.

He became the sole taboo of the Dragon Spirit Continent, the one and only “Ancient Ancestor.”