Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Cain Is About to Be Resurrected in My Body?

"Just look at those eyes. The sheer venom, resentment, defiance, and madness they contain! This is precisely what we’ve dreamed of. Perhaps this time, we’ll actually succeed."

With a devout expression, the white-haired old man gently lifted the shriveled heart with both hands.

It resembled a fragile work of art. The slender blood vessels entwined upon it were as complex as withered vines, yet they tenaciously pumped fresh blood.

The blood was an eerie red, and it carried a seductive fragrance,

one that seemed capable of awakening the world’s deepest desires and fears.

Every drop that flowed was accompanied by a faint DRIP,

which sounded exceptionally clear in the silent space, like a whisper from the Death God.

On the platform, Xiao Cangqing was on the verge of death.

His heart was gone, leaving an empty cavity, and the light in his eyes flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

However, his convulsing body seemed to be a silent protest against the injustice of his fate,

as every tremor revealed his extreme defiance and will to resist.

The old man stared at this scene, a playful smile curling his lips—a smile that held both contempt for life and anticipation for the miracle about to unfold.

With a gentle yet firm motion, the old man slowly placed the shriveled heart into Xiao Cangqing’s chest.

It was like planting a seed in fertile soil, awaiting an unknown growth and metamorphosis.

And in that very moment, a miracle occurred.

The shriveled heart gave a sudden, powerful beat.

The faint tremor instantly shot through Xiao Cangqing’s entire body, as if an invisible force had been awakened.

Immediately after, the slender blood vessels connected to the heart were imbued with life.

They began to writhe at an astonishing speed, like living creatures,

rapidly reconnecting themselves to the severed vessels within Xiao Cangqing’s body.

The process was both swift and precise, as if some unseen force were guiding them,

ensuring each vessel found its correct position flawlessly.

Meanwhile, throughout the entire tower, the once-silent network of blood vessels was activated.

They began to surge wildly, like a deep subterranean current,

converging on Xiao Cangqing’s body with an irresistible force.

These fine, long blood vessels covered the entire space like a spiderweb.

With each contraction and expansion, they flickered with a faint light, casting the entire tower in the glow of a bizarre dreamscape.

Under this impact, Xiao Cangqing’s body underwent an astonishing transformation.

One moment, his body would swell as if inflated by an unseen hand, his skin stretching taut and his veins bulging like a balloon about to burst.

The next, it would rapidly deflate and wither, as if all his Life Force were being drained away,

leaving behind an empty, husk-like shell.

These extreme changes alternated in an instant, filling the scene with an inexpressible grotesquerie and madness.

The air was filled with a stench that mixed the scent of blood with decay,

and yet also with that intoxicating aroma of blood. The two scents intertwined, creating a unique, suffocating atmosphere.

And throughout this terrifying and grotesque ritual,

the old man maintained his expression of rapt appreciation.

...

His consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind, Xiao Cangqing’s senses began to blur.

But on the verge of fading completely, he was violently yanked back by an unprecedented power.

The power was immense, like a river flowing backward, and it instantly drowned all his previous knowledge and experience.

It surpassed the power of Chu He—power that had once shaken him to his core—redefining the very concept of "strength" and making Chu He’s abilities seem as insignificant as dust, not even worth mentioning.

Under the onslaught of this power, Xiao Cangqing’s vision spun like a leaf in a gale, losing all sense of direction,

before finally sinking into an endless darkness.

Darkness. It was a pure, profound existence that devoured both light and time,

plunging Xiao Cangqing into a loneliness and fear he had never known.

Yet, within this abyss of despair, he unexpectedly became aware of his own soul.

It seemed to be free from the shackles of his physical body, drifting freely like the loneliest star in the night sky.

His soul drifted without direction or destination, accompanied only by the endless, dark void.

But on this aimless journey, Xiao Cangqing’s senses gradually grew sharper.

He felt as though he could pierce the layers of darkness and catch a trace of an unusual presence.

The presence originated from some unknown point ahead. Though hidden in the darkness,

it emanated an indescribable pull, guiding Xiao Cangqing’s soul onward.

Finally,

As his soul passed through the final barrier of darkness, he saw the silhouette of an immense, illusory figure.

The figure seemed to be formed from endless darkness itself,

or perhaps it was an existence beyond the material plane. Its sheer size was unimaginable;

rivaling that of heaven and earth.

Even more shocking, the figure’s eyes were crimson, as if congealed from thick, fresh blood.

They stared silently at Xiao Cangqing, like two bottomless whirlpools, luring any creature who dared to meet their gaze to sink into them.

Those eyes were not just organs of sight; they were interrogators of the soul.

They radiated an endless aura of mystery and terror, causing Xiao Cangqing’s soul to tremble.

He felt an unprecedented pressure,

as if all his secrets and weaknesses were laid bare beneath their gaze.

At the same time, however, he felt an unprecedented desire and impulse—

the pursuit of power, the exploration of the unknown, and most of all, the longing to transcend his own limits.

In that moment, a subtle connection formed between Xiao Cangqing’s soul and the immense, illusory figure.

"Adam?"

"Eve?"

"You deny it! Your brother’s wronged soul cries out to me, accusing you of your violent deed! Therefore, you must accept My punishment!"

"No, I will not kill you. I know you will be shunned by all, so I will give you a mark. All will torment you, but they will not kill you. You will be Cursed for all eternity!"

A flood of memories and information that did not belong to him poured into Xiao Cangqing’s mind.

He instantly understood what this massive, illusory figure was.

It was the revered Ancestor of the Vampire Clan, Cain!

The earliest origin of the Blood Race is Cain, from the Bible.

The eldest son of Adam and Eve.

He was a farmer who lived with his younger brother, Abel the shepherd.

Once, the two of them were making their customary offerings to God.

Since his brother was a shepherd, he offered a bountiful sacrifice of meat, while Cain’s wheat earned God’s displeasure.

In a rage, Cain murdered his brother.

Later, Cain wandered near the Red Sea,

where he met the Night Witch, Lilith, who had jumped into the Red Sea out of dissatisfaction with God.

She had been created alongside Adam, but left the Eden Garden because she was dissatisfied with the male-superior position during sex. She was also a lover of Satan.

Cain was the very first Vampire.

Lilith taught him how to use blood to generate immense power for himself.

’Cain... Is Cain about to be revived in my body?!’

Xiao Cangqing’s mouth hung agape, utterly horrified.