The Primals discussed heatedly among themselves as to what the golden vial could be, and what effects they could have.
They all reached a consensus.
The golden vial must be an enhanced version of Primal Lilian’s blood! And being enhanced, it’s effects would be much more exaggerated than the normal version!
It could probably cause the three kids to experience huge leaps in their bloodline purity!
Green, green, green.
All of the Primals saw green!
“I would give half my possessions to get hold of that golden vial!” One black-skinned dwarf sighed with undisguised envy.
“Half your possessions? A mere twenty empires in the Southern Wilds? Ha! What a joke. I would give half MY possessions to get hold of that golden vial! A full thirty empires in the Western Territories and the Eastern Reaches!” A mid-sized avian furball squawked.
“Who would want thirty empires filled with chicken? My twenty empires are full of industrious dwarves and rare ores! Any one of my empires is worth ten of yours!” The dwarf snorted indignantly.
“You are both shameless. I, Primal Golden Dragon Soul, would give half my empire located in the Central Galaxies for that golden vial!” A beautiful Golden Dragon snorted at the two Primals and immediately silenced them.
The Golden Dragon Empire within the Central Galaxies was one of five most powerful Empires in the entire known universe! Half of that empire was easily worth a hundred empires outside!
The Primals truly attached a lot of value to Primal Lilian’s golden vial!
And why wouldn’t they? They all stood at the very top of their respective power scales. They had been stuck for countless eons, and they were effectively doomed to die. Yes, that day was probably still over ten thousand years in the future, but it would come without a doubt.
Unless they could rise up one more rung in power and become a Saint level being.
There was only one Saint level being in existence, and she had been missing for a very, very long time. Only the oldest Primals knew of her, and even then, they did not have the honor of meeting her face to face.
The only reason they knew that she still existed was because before she went missing, she had created a life token and placed it in her empire’s stronghold which was the current Holy Church of Saintess Fenelope, the strongest empire in the Central Galaxy.
That life token still shone with ever increasing brightness to that very day.
The Saintess was still alive, and she was prospering.
Though the Primals had no guarantee that they could rise to become a Saint if they consumed Primal Lilian’s blood, or whatever wondrous innovation she managed to created based on it, it was the only avenue that provided them with a clear and near-guarantee rise in power. And most importantly, a rise in power potential.
For Primals stuck at their respective power levels for countless years, that power potential was priceless!
A hundred pairs of eyes stared hungrily and enviously at Elliot, Jessica and Jennifer. However none made a move.
Primal Lilian was no pushover, and she had long consolidated her position as the leader of her own faction which was closely allied to Primal Dul’Akharat’s.
And with the ever mysterious Primal Alexander there, they would be risking their lives if they made a move for the blood.
None of the Primals were careless with their lives after millennia of fighting hard to get to their current positions.
Elliot and his two sisters sat on the comfortable cushions and closed their eyes.
The change was already happening.
For an entire minute, the Primals could not sense anything.
But soon, they could sense that Jessica’s bloodline pressure was starting to rise.
Slowly, at first, then with increasing speed.
Higher, and higher, and higher until…
“Origin Grade.” Primal Baltang who was most sensitive to bloodline pressure said in confirmation. “And still rising!”
“Jennifer’s bloodline pressure is rising too!” He reported not a second later. “Elliot’s is still stable.”
“Does that mean that Elliot’s bloodline grade is higher than Origin Grade??” A Primal wondered aloud.
“Look at Primal Lilian’s expression.” One of them said.
True enough, Primal Lilian was looking at Elliot with an expression of utter disbelief.
“He’s definitely above Origin Grade.” The Primals said to themselves. “Ridiculous!”
“The two girls are approaching Spiritual Grade.” Primal Baltang said grimly. “If they cross over, they would become top grade beings with the potential to reach Primal Level like us. They would stand on par with all of us, at the very top of the bloodline pyramid!”
“Their grades are rising so fast? Are they even undergoing evolution at this point? It seems like they are being fed level up candies in a video game!” A Primal who was particularly fond of a cute pocket monster game that was wildly trending in the known universe said in disbelief.
“What makes you think they are not?” Another Primal said bitterly. “I had to fight tooth and nail to secure countless treasures and rare bloodlines for thousands of years to be able to somehow luckily stumble across a treasure that could raise my bloodline to Spiritual Grade. These girls… They are truly living the luxurious life! Envy! I envy them so much!”
“You took thousands of years to get to Spiritual Grade? That’s still a life of luxury! It took me over ten thousand years to get to Spiritual Grade!” Another Primal said while shaking his head at the unfairness of it all.
“Each one of us have our own fates and destinies. That one hundred of us are Primals out of trillions and trillions of sentient life forms out in the known universe is already our great fortune. Why envy others over their slightly better fate?” A bald monk said serenely without a trace of emotion in his voice.
However, his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were scrunched up a little bit.
Even he wasn’t immune to the feelings of envy that sprouted in his heart!
“Spiritual Grade. Reached.” Primal Baltang announced. “And still rising!”
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