"If you three need to discuss some academic matters, we can go to the backyard to enjoy the garden scenery on the eve of the festival.
The Spirit Light Flowers there have already started to bloom, quite spectacular."
Eve smiled and nodded:
"Thank you, Franka. We do have some topics we want to discuss. There are specially made magic beverages on the balcony in the backyard, please help yourselves."
Franka gave a slight bow and left the parlor with Ailan and Dale, leaving only Ron, Eve, and Uther.
The atmosphere in the air subtly changed, and Uther’s phantom became more solid.
The surrounding silver light began to flow in a complex pattern, forming an invisible veil that blocked any possible spying and interference.
"Since we’ve mentioned taboos and secrets," Uther’s eyes flashed with mystery:
"Tonight, I want to share a story with you. A story of ambition, betrayal, and the truth about the one known as the ’King of Blood.’
These secrets are hard to find even in the hidden archives of the Crystal Tower, yet they have profoundly influenced the current world structure."
Eve’s eyes lit up like a child’s waiting for a story, even though her knowledge far surpassed her peers:
"Is it about the legends of the Third Era, Grandpa?"
Uther smiled faintly:
"Smart child. Yes, it is about the truth of the ’King of Blood,’ who once shook the entire Wizard World."
Ron’s body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting with a thirst for knowledge.
"The ’King of Blood’ was one of the only two Witch Kings of the Third Era, on par with the ’King of Absurdity.’
Their deeds left a significant mark in wizard history, but the details are sparsely known."
"Do you know how the ’King of Blood’ rose to power?"
Uther asked softly, his silver eyes took on an almost transparent texture under the candlelight:
"The official records say he ascended to the rank of Witch King through his own efforts and talent.
But in reality, the entire process relied entirely on him inheriting the psychic remnant of his ancestor—the top Great Wizard ’Lady of Blood,’ Selena."
"Lady of Blood" Selena...
He searched his memory and found that she was indeed one of the Path of Truth pioneers revealed by Lady Allen at the time.
An ancient existence from the early Third Era, unexpectedly related to a Witch King.
Ron was a bit surprised, his spiritual power unconsciously focusing:
"Can a psychic remnant be inherited? I thought this was a unique form of existence for each Great Wizard, entirely different from the usual concept of inheritance."
"Theoretically, yes."
Uther slowly nodded, his silver eyebrows slightly raised:
"A psychic remnant, as a form of existence beyond the physical body for a Great Wizard, is typically intricately connected to the individual’s soul structure and entirely inseparable.
But under specific conditions, especially for wizard clans with extremely strong bloodline traits, some fragments of the psychic remnant can indeed be partially inherited or activated by blood-related descendants."
Eve asked curiously: "Is this situation rare?"
Uther gently shook his head, the silver light swaying along with it:
"Extremely rare, and in the recorded history, there are fewer than five successful cases, most accompanied by significant risks and costs.
The ’King of Blood,’ at that time, his name was merely Aiden Bradley.
It was through a forbidden ritual that he successfully absorbed Selena’s remaining psychic remnant, thereby enhancing his own special talent."
"Then, what are the details of this ritual?" Ron asked cautiously, his eyes flashing with a thirst for knowledge.
Uther’s expression turned serious:
"That is not the focus I wish to share tonight, Ron.
This ritual has been expressly forbidden by all major wizard organizations of the Ring Abyss Continent Group.
Not only because of its danger but also because it involves the desecration of ancestral psychic remnants.
As far as I know, Aiden paid a huge price for this, with part of his soul permanently fractured, leaving irreparable cracks."
Ron nodded to show understanding, although his heart was still full of curiosity, he knew when to stop.
Eve nodded thoughtfully:
"This sounds like the mechanism of a bloodline lock, a concept my mother once mentioned briefly but did not elaborate on."
"That’s right, little Eve." Uther looked at her approvingly:
"A bloodline lock is an extremely ancient phenomenon in the Wizard World, especially common in families with powerful bloodline inheritance.
Simply put, when a family produces an extremely powerful wizard, especially one at the level of a Great Wizard or even a Witch King, the descendants often face an invisible limitation, finding it hard to surpass the achievements of their ancestors."
His gaze fixed on the young girl, seemingly observing her reaction with intent:
"This limitation is not deliberate but rather a manifestation of rules.
Just like a river can’t rise above its source, bloodline inheritance seems to have a certain upper limit.
And this limit is often set by the strongest individual in the family, even though this process is unconscious on their part."
Beside him, Ron’s mind was churning rapidly, these insights were extremely valuable to him.
The concept of a bloodline lock not only explained why clans couldn’t completely dominate various schools but also indirectly revealed certain operational rules of bloodline inheritance.
This directly aided some of his research.
"Currently, there is only one known way to unlock a bloodline lock."