In the dead of night, the light of the blue magic lamp in the laboratory was as cold and eerie as the eyes of the dead.
Ron stood in front of the lab table, holding a small crystal vial containing Franka’s blood.
Through the crystal wall, the drop of deep red liquid appeared with a disturbing dark purple sheen under the lamp, as if countless tiny tentacles were swimming within.
"Begin analysis."
"Ink" awoke from its dormant state, its black, gelatinous body starting to writhe rhythmically.
Ron carefully dripped the blood onto the surface of the slime monster.
In an instant, the temperature in the laboratory seemed to drop by a few degrees.
The reaction of "Ink" was more intense than ever before.
Its body suddenly contracted, then quickly expanded, with the silver patterns on its surface flickering uncertainly.
"Interesting."
Ron activated "Extraordinary Recognition," observing everything through the special vision of the skill.
In his eyes, Franka’s blood was no longer just simple red liquid, but a complex structure with distinct layers:
The outermost layer featured standard dragon species characteristics, with powerful life energy dancing within like burning flames;
The middle layer was filled with the aura of shadows and dark elements, with those black energy threads winding like serpents, bearing an ancient and dangerous significance;
And in the deepest layer...
Ron’s pupils slightly contracted.
In the deepest part of the blood, he saw something that should not exist.
Those twisted energy forms, against the laws of nature, emitted the unique chaotic aura of the Abyss.
"This is not just Dragon Bloodline."
He muttered to himself, quickly analyzing the implications of this discovery in his mind:
"The Baojuns Seed Family... I see, they’re not preserving pure bloodlines, but rather a variant ’seasoned’ by the Abyss."
At this moment, "Ink" suddenly let out a shrill scream.
It was not a sound, but a tremor that directly acted on the spirit.
The slime monster’s body began to convulse violently, as if suffering immense pain.
Ron immediately realized the danger.
The shadow energy in Franka’s blood was interacting uncontrollably with the lab environment.
Even worse, the Sun Energy in his body began to activate on its own, as if sensing a natural enemy.
The magic in the air started to become chaotic, and the apparatus on the lab table emitted ominous humming noises.
The clash of the two opposing energy attributes in the confined space could have potentially disastrous consequences.
"Damn it..."
Ron quickly activated the emergency isolation array, but it was too late.
The conflict between negative and positive energy had already exceeded the endurance range of conventional protection.
The entire laboratory began to shake slightly, with the runes on the walls flashing with a dangerous red light.
At this critical moment, "Ink" made an unexpected move.
It no longer tried to analyze the blood sample but instead fully extended its body.
Like a vast net, it enveloped the drop of blood that was spiraling out of control in the center.
The surface of the slime monster’s body began to manifest countless fine patterns.
That was not something Ron taught it, but rather some kind of instinctual protective mechanism activated in the face of life and death.
The cost was significant.
"Ink" became transparent and fragile, with its originally gleaming silver patterns turning dim.
To protect its master and the laboratory, it had borne the full brunt of the damage from the energetic conflict.
As the energy storm subsided, the laboratory returned to calmness.
Ron stood amidst the wreckage, watching the barely breathing "Ink."
"Record the experimental data."
He spoke to the recording crystal in the corner, his voice still composed:
"Sample Number Ω-001, Source: Kadu Bloodline.
Experimental Result: Severe energy conflict, not suitable for direct integration.
Conclusion: There is an essential repulsion between high-tier bloodlines of different attributes, requiring alternative approaches."
He gently caressed "Ink’s" weakened body, a note of concern in his voice:
"You’ve worked hard, my friend. Get some rest."
As he was about to clean up the lab, Ailan’s gentle knock came from outside the door.
"Master, Her Highness Eve sent over a research material."
"Come in."
Ailan pushed the door open, her emerald figure appearing particularly vivid under the magic lamp light.
Her gaze swept over the chaotic scene in the laboratory, but she didn’t ask questions.
As Ron’s assistant, she was long accustomed to various "experimental accidents."
"From Franka?"
Ron took the exquisite crystal box, noticing a small note attached to it.
In Eve’s elegant handwriting, it read:
"Master, this is Mother’s early research notes, which might guide you in a new direction.
Additionally, Franka is very interested in the experiment results, and she said if you need more samples, she is willing to provide a more detailed bloodline analysis report.
—Eve"
"Judging by this, they might have anticipated some of my progress."
Ron smiled slightly, realizing that the so-called "Baojuns Seed" and the ancient bloodlines associated were even more complex than he had imagined.
Opening the box, inside was a beautifully bound research manuscript.
The cover was made of some ancient leather he couldn’t identify, with runes on it that emitted a faint warmth at the touch.
The most striking feature was the mark in the center of the cover.
A skewed hexagram, marking Cassandra’s personal symbol.
The "Essence of Life Reconstruction Theory"
Just seeing this title, Ron felt a sense of anticipation.
After confirming there were no hidden traps, he carefully opened the first page, instantly captivated by its contents.