Immortal Kingdoms

Drastic changes took place in the vampire clan's hidden dimension as days rolled into weeks and months, and very quickly one year went by and the next quickly followed.

From shock to elation and to further shock the vampire clansman observed in stupefaction the dull streams of blood gradually turned lustrous crimson, pure to a borderline holy level in their eyes, to the extent where the radiations from the blood essence pools had afflicted the atmosphere, an overcast crimson sky that began to shower with blood.

Not only did the ground swallow these droplets of blood as nourishment but even the people below the sky welcomed the change with open arms, fervent to the extent of prostrating and praying to an obscure God even they didn't know existed.

These minute yet subtle details hadn't escaped the eyes of Siegfried and although he felt that something had definitely changed— it was only his intuition speaking yet even that was dulled to his senses.

It was the same sky, same mountains and rivers, same dimension, and the same blood flowing through his veins and the earth below— yet something somehow felt different.

It was a frightening sensation.

…

Of course, this sensation originated from Rosaline who had already emerged from the embryo with a new body not too long ago— barely a few months.

Rosaline erected two thrones of blood on the platform, their massive size almost occupying the altar.

She moved Leonardo, who was in a state of suspended animation with chaotic energies all around his body, to the main throne and seated herself on the subsidiary throne.

Utilizing the information Leonardo left in her mind, she performed hand seals to split another eight ether streams of energy that rushed into her throne and by extension, her body.

She was currently spreading her bloodthirsty territory through the platform, the altar, the underground network, and the entire hidden dimension to slowly refine it into her private sub-dimension— propelling her past the core moulding of merging laws and substance, immediately achieving singularity.

From level 91 to 100, through the process of reconstructing a body of laws, cultivators are ultimately capable of fusing the sub-dimension into their bodies during the process of construction.

The moulding of the core refers to blending the sub-dimension seamlessly into the body of the cultivator, allowing the laws of both parties to interact and supplement one another.

As for the singularity realm, it corresponds to the perfect fusion thereafter— the sudden change in the hidden dimension is a result of Rosaline slowly moulding the laws of the dimension into her body and vice versa with the blood essence lake as a medium, but her innate martial intent afforded her such leverage in a manner completely hidden from the perception of Siegfried, who could only grasp a vague sense of unease.

Rosaline's eyes flashed with a twinkle of mirth as she observed Leonardo within the entwined energies before flipping her palm open, a faint lotus of black flames blooming on her palm— but it didn't radiate warmth.

Rather, there was a mysterious feeling of absolute cold that could freeze one's essence and soul.

Her crimson eyes sparkled in wonder, quickly dispelling these thoughts as she closed her eyes, her long hair a mix of white and black as it rested on her shoulder during her silent meditation.

"You've really surprised me, little Leo," a smile that softened her cold features fleeted past her expression, but it was so faint it might have been an illusion.

Time carried on unhurriedly while Leonardo's sub-dimension was slowly getting on the right track.

As of yet, his technique of compressing his various domains displayed itself by compressing the desolate domain into a clear moon that floated high in the sky, the eternal night extending like a black tapestry that wrapped around the sub-dimension from all corners.

After achieving divinity and for the past two years, Leonardo's split soul was constantly at work, investing worldly energy and ether into the sub-dimension while mending the fragmented laws in preparation for that final step from level 90 to level 91.

From level 71 to high divinity, it was all but an accumulation of energy and in Leonardo's case— an accumulation of ether.

To reach high divinity he needed sufficiently powerful laws that are self-sustained and self-sufficient, which was obviously something he didn't lack.

Thus, the next bottleneck facing Leonardo was the hurdle from level 90 to level 91, destroying and reconstructing his body of laws. However, to raise the affinity between his body and the sub-dimension to perfection, he can't advance to level 91 without understanding all the laws contained within this space.

For example, say he fixed 9 out of 10 laws and constructed his body based on these laws, then he happened to fix the last law in the sub-dimension, the inconsistency between vessel and dimension would block Leonardo from achieving perfect singularity— forever barring his cultivation path.

It could be said that other than raising his cultivation level from 71 to 74 for the past two years and a few months, the only progress that Leonardo made was in mending the fragmented laws— at least the simplistic laws of nature that didn't include things like life, death, and time.

The life and death laws would naturally be mended based on Leonardo's experience during his rebirth tribulation, while the rest of the fragmented laws that have already been fixed up were currently blending smoothly into the mainland.

Other than the obvious absence of sun, everything else seemed perfectly natural.

From mountains to seas and rivers, trees and gardens, and even the high moon in the sky.

However, everything seemed monotonous and artificial if inspected on a deeper level, especially with the evident lack of living organisms— not even bacteria could be spotted.

An omnipresent consciousness seemed to monitor every corner of the dimension at all times, continuously infusing ether to mend the laws.

Suddenly, the ether that was being slowly infused had a sudden change, the flow which was akin to a gentle drizzle transformed into a stormy, torrential rain.

…

Rosaline opened her eyes, noticing that the ether pillars connected to Leonardo's sub-dimension, and his body began to rumble, massive volumes of ether quickly rushing into both points of transfer.

Understanding the situation, she also tossed away her reservations and made a few hand seals, the eight pillars connected to her throne started to thump powerfully as well, initiating the final phase of refining this vast dimension while Leonardo's cultivation level began to skyrocket.

…

"What is going on?!"

Elders charged into the sky one after the other, feeling a substantial will of consciousness spreading to cover the entire hidden dimension, this consciousness seemed to have a powerful coercive effect on their bloodline— a sense of fear that surfaced from their very bloodlines.

How could they know that they've been willingly allowing Rosaline to infiltrate their bloodlines through the blood essence pool?

The more vampires cleansed their bloodlines, the deeper levels of control would Rosaline have on them. In a sense, within her rebirth rank domain, even though it had yet to mature— even Siegfried was no match for her.

As the sky and earth rumbled, a projection of Rosaline on her throne appeared in the clouds above, causing everyone's hearts to beat rapidly.

The unique temperament she developed as the lady of House Hestia, looking down on the population of vampires while a crimson phoenix dress akin to the color of blood hugged her figure.

Just as Rosaline was about to coerce everyone into submission, Siegfried shot into the sky and gave her a humble, subservient bow, and spoke with a voice rich in emotion, "This one greets the Blood Matriarch!"

Rosaline's mouth lagged partially open as the words she planned to say next didn't leave her lips, shocked and confused. However, the vampire clansmen who saw their clan lord bow immediately followed behind him— their thoughts were simple to the extreme.