Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool

This pool of still water in the underground space might have once carried a majestic name, or perhaps King Bacal of the Tyrant Dragon had simply labeled it with a bland number. But now, Midi called it the "Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool" for its two defining features: dragon’s blood and white crystals.

Golden Crystals were hailed as "perfect Awakening Crystals," yet White Crystals stood a full level higher. Their pure magic concentration surpassed the golden threads of Golden Crystals by tenfold.

But White Crystals were too rare and unstable for anyone to consider using in awakenings. In his past life, only those who’d achieved a second awakening—true Awakened Experts—could obtain them. Yet here lay an entire pool of White Crystals!

Not just crystals, but refined into the gentlest, most absorbable solution—and mixed with dragon’s blood!

Crafted by King Bacal himself, this couldn’t be ordinary dragon’s blood. It had to belong to an ancient giant dragon, possibly infused with traces of Bacal’s own aura. Such specially treated dragon’s blood matched the White Crystal’s value.

Combined, their fusion created something beyond even Midi’s imagination as a reincarnator.

The pool itself was built from a complete dragon skeleton. Over centuries since Bacal’s death, lingering dragon souls from the bones had surely seeped into the solution.

Ancient dragon’s blood.

Indomitable dragon souls.

Pure White Crystal solution.

Any one of these materials could ignite wars between Arad’s nations. To factions like Belmar, a single White Crystal outweighed the entire West Coast. Now, all three existed as one—blended by the legendary Tyrant Dragon himself!

Its potency needed no questioning. The Floating City below held proof: Lord Segarth of the Light City, the magical entity forged from this very pool, who’d slain three thousand imperial elites and defied magical formations.

After deciphering obelisk inscriptions and following their runes to the throne, Midi confirmed this was Bacal’s alchemy laboratory. The pool birthed the Light City’s ruler.

Ancient formulas might be lost and materials extinct, but Bacal’s pool remained an immeasurable treasure.

Previously seized by the Delos Empire, now it belonged to Midi Asreks—the first to brave the Lord’s Palace.

Using this for his first awakening? It wouldn’t just be perfect. He might shatter that realm entirely.

Even Midi’s calm demeanor cracked under such temptation. Surpassing perfect awakening—what power-seeker could resist?

Yet cold clarity pierced his excitement. Dragon’s blood, souls, and White Crystal were supreme forces, not for the unworthy.

Would a level 50 peak practitioner emerge as the Lord’s equal after a dip? No. More likely, they’d drown. Sitting on a Golden Crystal for perfect awakening was already a rare feat. This pool’s spiritual pressure dwarfed that by multiples. How many in Arad could endure it?

Previously, when Midi entered the canyon and encountered the Golden Crystal, he’d been certain he could achieve perfect awakening by sitting atop it without complications.

Yet now, facing this ancient wonder, his confidence vanished.

The spiritual pressure here dwarfed the canyon’s intensity, but the true challenge lay in the method.

With the Golden Crystal, practitioners sat upon it, channeling energy upward through golden threads to break limitations via cumulative strikes—a process of purifying magic and impacting meridians. A sword-like beam would herald success. Most energy could be guided and dispersed during this controlled awakening.

The Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool demanded total immersion.

Already bearing spiritual pressure tenfold greater than the Golden Crystal’s, this mercury-like liquid threatened to invade through every orifice. Resistance would be futile—one misstep meant instant annihilation.

Midi’s reincarnation advantage meant nothing here.

His prior life’s first awakening involved a Deep Purple Crystal, and he’d studied the Golden Crystal’s methods. But this pool? Uncharted territory.

Would his body endure? Or would he die forgotten in this underground space?

Uncertainty gripped him, yet he’d try regardless.

Power enabled all ambitions.

King Bacal of the Tyrant Dragon’s legacy loomed before him—irresistible.

After witnessing this marvel, other Awakening Crystals paled. Even the Golden Crystal’s “perfect awakening” seemed crude compared to this masterpiece.

The peak beckoned. Shouldn’t one climb despite the abyss below?

Moreover, the Lord of the Light City’s Exiles ravaged Sky City, slaughtering Hawk Brigade warriors and Sea of Three Towers inhabitants like vermin. Without sufficient power, how could Midi oppose them?

Potential gains and imminent threats left no choice.

As a Demon Swordman who’d mastered four categories, fused with a mysterious demon god, and achieved perfect transmutation through Ultimate Intent, Midi trusted his capacity to withstand Dragon’s Blood, Dragon Soul, and White Crystal’s triple assault!

Determination lit Midi’s starry eyes. He inhaled deeply, activating the golden small sword within. Pure magic surged through him, cloaking his form in golden aura. Like a diving hawk snatching prey, he plunged into the pool.

Platinum-lit waves erupted, disturbing the millennium-old stillness. Ripples became tides, churning spiritual pressure into a hurricane across the underground space.

When calm returned, Midi sat cross-legged at the pool’s bottom—a bronze statue in stillness, face serene.

Inside, turmoil raged.

This magic flow defied all awakening norms.

Despite mental preparation and layered defenses, skin contact revealed his miscalculation. This wasn’t about pressure or resistance—it was a race against being consumed.

The viscous liquid invaded through thirty-six thousand pores. Some currents hammered like maces, others stabbed like blades. Midi’s defenses crumbled within breaths.

Dragon’s Blood White Crystal soaked his armor, devoured his golden small sword’s energy, and seeped into his flesh. When he tried surfacing, the dragon skeleton’s eye sockets flickered. Water solidified into a Gigantic Vortex, pinning him underwater.

Bubbles streamed from his mouth as lungs filled with crystal liquid. Drowning in magic, breath impossible, a bitter thought surfaced:

Becoming the next Lord of the Light City… truly wasn’t easy.