Chapter 1273: Granny
Sylas finally took a hand out of his pocket, a pulse of might coming from him. All of a sudden, there was a large surge of Blood Essence that came from the remains of the Cervidon’s body, pooling together until it was crafted into a perfect ball in Sylas’ palm.
He looked at it, his eyes flickering.
Gene Locks were commonplace. But what Sylas had noticed was that at layers deeper than Gene Talents, the same mechanisms that kept most under lock and key were not.
The trouble was that the methods for collecting Blood Essence were even rarer, and the methods for taking advantage of said Blood Essence? Just as rare, if not more so.
The odds of someone both having a method of collecting Blood Essence and having the exact method you needed to utilize the particular Blood Essence in question was next to zero.
Sylas himself had once had his hands on such a method. It was just that that body refinement method was already useless to him. He was a D-Grade Human Simioid now. There was nothing he had gotten from a mere branch of a Golden Grove in a backwater corner of the world that could possibly be helpful to him.
Logically, Sylas certainly didn’t have the unique Blood Essence utilization method he would need for the Cervidon’s family line. But he didn’t need it, nor did he want it. He was simply using it to observe the Runes.
They reflected in his eyes in a wondrous layer of mystery, and siphoning through it all, he soon found exactly what he was looking for.
Deep inside, there was a small kernel of something—a Will that was capable of changing its resonance to fit that of the world.