Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3610: Separating The Bloodline

Lin Mu maintained the balance with unwavering focus.

Time passed.

Hours turned into half a day.

Then a full day.

Throughout this period, Lin Mu did not move from his position. His breathing remained steady, his mind locked onto the process with complete clarity. The earlier fatigue had vanished entirely, replaced by a deep, almost trance like meditative concentration.

Gradually, the blood reached its final state.

The transformation was unmistakable.

What had once filled a quarter of the cauldron was now reduced to a mere fraction of its original volume. The remaining substance gathered at the center, forming a small, spongy lump that pulsed faintly with residual energy.

Lin Mu extinguished the flame.

The blue threads dissipated, leaving behind only the soft glow of the cauldron’s inner surface.

He observed the result closely.

The lump was small.

Barely ten or so milliliters in volume.

Its texture appeared soft, almost porous, yet it carried a density that contradicted its size. Faint traces of bloodline aura lingered within it, far more concentrated than before.

Lin Mu compared it against the memories of the Withered Spirit Daoist.

His brows furrowed slightly.

”It is not perfectly refined.” he concluded.

There were minor impurities present. Subtle inconsistencies within the structure that indicated a lack of complete precision. For a seasoned alchemist, this would be considered suboptimal.

For Lin Mu, it was acceptable.

This was his first attempt.

And more importantly, the purpose here was not pill refinement.

It was analysis.

The next step would address the rest.

With a controlled motion, Lin Mu lifted the lump from the cauldron. It rose into the air, suspended effortlessly as he activated his Spatial Skill.

’Meld.’

The space around the lump solidified, forming an invisible boundary that isolated it completely. External influences were cut off, ensuring that whatever occurred next would remain contained.

Lin Mu raised both hands.

Dark energy began to gather once more as he lightly chanted the Burning Heart Sutra.

The same oil-like substance manifested, its black surface rippling with faint crimson streaks. The oppressive aura returned, pressing lightly against the confines of the sealed chamber.

Yet this time, Lin Mu’s control was absolute.

At the same time the Calming Heart Sutra resonated quietly within him, keeping the energy stable as he prepared to use it. Due to it being on the fourth stage of true internal resonance he didn’t need to chant it and could still use its effects.

The Bloodline Unraveling Demonic Art began.

The Dark Demonic Qi extended outward from his palms, forming thin tendrils that stretched toward the suspended lump. They moved slowly, almost cautiously, before making contact.

The reaction was immediate as the the lump trembled. It was slow at the start but then it shook violently. Then within seconds, its structure destabilized completely.

Boom!

A sharp burst of energy erupted.

The lump exploded!

The force was sudden, intense, but contained entirely within the space locked by Meld. The invisible boundary held firm, preventing even a single fragment from escaping.

Lin Mu’s eyes sharpened.

For a brief moment, he considered the possibility of failure.

But he did not lose focus.

He maintained control over both the spatial field and the demonic energy, allowing the process to complete fully. Then, as the chaotic state subsided, the result revealed itself.

Lin Mu’s gaze steadied.

Where the lump had once been, there were now four distinct objects.

Crystals.

They floated gently within the isolated space, each one radiating a faint, unique aura.

The first was pitch black.

Its surface absorbed light just as the Dark Demonic Qi had, giving it an almost void-like appearance.

The second was pale white.

Soft and pure, it emitted a gentle glow that contrasted sharply with the first.

The third was deep red.

Dense and heavy, it pulsed faintly with a steady rhythm, carrying the unmistakable essence of vitality and blood.

The fourth was pinkish red.

Lighter in tone, yet more vibrant, its energy felt... incomplete, as if it represented something transitional.

They were small, each one barely a gram in weight and yet, Lin Mu knew immediately what they were.

The fundamentals.

The core components of the bloodline, separated and laid bare.

His eyes lingered on them, a faint glint appearing within.

At last... He had something tangible to work with.

Lin Mu remained still for a long moment, his gaze fixed upon the four crystals that floated within the isolated space.

Their presence was subtle, almost unassuming, yet the significance they carried was immense. What had once been a complex, inseparable system of blood and lineage had now been reduced to its most fundamental components, each aspect laid bare before him.

With a controlled motion, he released the spatial skill.

The invisible boundary of Meld dissipated, allowing the crystals to descend gently into his waiting hand. He did not sense any instability from them. Their structures were firm, their energies contained. Whatever volatile reaction had occurred during the unraveling had already settled.

One by one, he began his examination.

He first picked up the pale white crystal.

The moment his immortal sense made contact, a familiar aura spread through his perception.

It was gentle and stable, being unmistakably aligned with the human aspect of existence. There was no aggression, no wildness, only a calm, ordered structure that resonated with the foundation of human physiology.

Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

”This is the human component,” he concluded.

There was no doubt in his mind. This crystal represented the baseline, the origin point that allowed foxkin to retain human form and cognition. Without it, the balance would collapse toward something more primal.

He stored it carefully for later analysis.

Next, he turned his attention to the deep red crystal.

The moment he held it, the difference was immediate.

A beastly aura surged faintly from within, carrying with it the essence of instinct, strength, and untamed vitality. It was not chaotic, but it was far less restrained than the pale white counterpart. The energy felt alive in a different way, carrying the raw imprint of a beast lineage.

Lin Mu allowed his immortal sense to probe deeper.

The structure confirmed his suspicion.

”This is the beast component,” he said inwardly. ”More specifically... the fox lineage.”

The aura bore the distinct characteristics of the foxkin tribes. It was not just any beast essence, but one refined through generations into something unique. This was the foundation of their innate abilities, their affinity with natural energies and the Dao, as well as their distinct physiological traits.